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kaizoku-gary · 2 years
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For your eyes only
Pairing: Buggy x female reader
Genre: smut
Word count: 2490
Warnings/Tags: dom/sub play, masturbation, teasing, cursing, dirty talk, rough sex, squirting, Buggy putting his DF to good use.
Summary: Buggy wants you to pull a little show for him.
A/N: "His penis can fly too." Eiichiro Oda.
Read it on AO3
Cover: credits to the author.
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It is high noon. There isn’t a single cloud in the sky, and the blazing midday sun is cooking everyone on deck alive. Being the lookout on such a hot day would be torture if you hadn't brought an umbrella with you.
"Oi! Y/N! Are you up there? The captain wants to see you...now!" Galdino's voice rises effortlessly above the lively sound of the men working on deck. There's a hint of discomfort in his tone, but you ignore it; climbing down with considerable expertise. 
"~ On my way ~" You reply in a sing-songy tone, jumping down the ropes when you're sure the height won't break your legs. The man throws an unamused look at you and you chuckle teasingly before leaving.
"Right before lunch. I swear to God..." You hear Galdino mumble between his teeth as you hurry to the captain's cabin, unable to hide your excitement.
You've been dating Buggy long enough to know the meaning behind his urgency. If he'd only wanted to talk or spend some time with you, he'd come to you personally. Unless he's got something else in mind. Something way more fun than just having a chat.
You reach his door and remain still for a moment, taking a few deep breaths to calm you down. Your heart races with expectation after you announce your presence with a distinctive knock on the door. Buggy's voice coming from the other side puts an end to your nervous fidgeting and you step into the room.
"How can I help you, captain?" You coo, closing the door behind you and walking towards his desk. All the while letting your eyes wander on his features.
The room may not be as hot as the surface, but it is warm enough for Buggy to be wearing a tight tank top. His strong arms and broad chest instantly catch your attention and you bite your lower lip as you ogle him. I hope you bend me over that desk and fuck me blind. You think as you wait for an answer.
"Take off your clothes," Buggy commands in a rough tone without taking his eyes off the papers in front of him.
From the way he writes on his logbook -almost like stabbing its thick pages- you can tell he's dealing with a lot of stress. The captain is a time bomb about to explode and you're happy to find yourself inside the blast radius, even if that means you won't be able to sit or walk properly for a couple of hours. Maybe days if you're lucky enough.
"As you wish, captain," you reply, noticing your core already throbbing with anticipation. Following his orders, you step out of your shoes and slowly pull your shirt up, revealing a collection of hickeys scattered across your torso. Some of them -the recent ones- have a dark purple tone, others are barely visible.
"Flashy," Buggy says in a deep voice, admiring his masterpiece. The beautiful sight of your abused skin distracts him from his work, and he is eager to mark you further in case you dare to forget to whom you belong.
Buggy's greedy hands float towards you. The tips of his fingers trail the bruises on your ribs, before traveling to your belly. You squirm under his light but electrifying touch and the temperature of your body raises, making your ears go red. His hands wander to your back and a needy whimper scapes you when he firmly grabs your buttocks. There is nothing but lust in his dazzling blue eyes and you tremble knowing what awaits you.
“Go on,” He commands, giving your butt one last squeeze before letting go of you.
Unbuttoning your shorts is not an easy task when you're desperately aroused and sweat makes your fingers slippery. But you manage to unzip them and pull them down in a slow movement before kicking them away. Your thighs are also covered in marks and Buggy grunts at the sight, leaning back on his chair with a devilish grin on his face.
Without wasting time, you unhook your bra and free your soft breasts; eliciting a pleased hum from your captain. His predatory gaze is setting your skin ablaze and your whole body aches for him. You are impatient to feel his weight on top of you, and hear his low groans as he sinks into your soaked slit.
"Play with them, pet,” Buggy demands in a deep velvety tone, bringing you back to the present. The captain licks his lips as he places a hand around your neck, letting his thumb ghost over your pulse.
Your fingers tease the underside of your breasts and you close your eyes to let the delicate sensation engulf you. Sweet quiet sighs leave your mouth as you cup your breast and rub the palm of your hand against your hardened peaks. Your body begs for more and you indulge in pinching your sensitive nipples, moaning at the intoxicating sensation.
"On the bed. Now,” Buggy orders, giving your cheek a gentle pat. His pants have grown uncomfortably tight and he wonders how long will he resist his own hunger.
You climb on the mattress to rest your back against the pillows, while he moves his chair in front of the bed. The bulge in his pants catches your attention and your mouth waters. Fuck me now, Buggy. You think, rubbing your thighs together for a little friction.
"Let me see that sweet pussy of yours," Buggy hisses and you buck your hips to the sound of his voice. I'll let you do whatever you want to this pussy. You think, considering all the delicious possibilities.
In a single swift movement, you get rid of your soaked panties, and the piece of fabric meets the rest of your clothes on the floor. The pounding in your chest intensifies when you notice the weight of the captain's gaze on you. Your half-lidded eyes meet his and you spread your legs, finally exposing your wet folds to him.
"Touch yourself," Buggy demands, leaning back to enjoy the show. "Imagine my hard cock teasing your wet little cunt," he adds, letting out a low grunt while he leisurely strokes his clothed erection. His deep dark voice and the lewd way he looks at you are driving you insane.
Letting lust take full control over your body, you open your legs further; giving yourself more room to play. Your hand ghosts over your lower belly until the tip of your fingers reach your nub. You let your head fall back, closing your eyes as quiet moans leave your mouth. Your digits move in a slow circular motion and the intoxicating sensation makes your toes curl.
"B-Buggy... Please" you pant a few moments later as you increase the rhythm of your fingers. Your whole being is begging for him to come and fuck you into the mattress. To use your body as he pleases until you pass out from sheer pleasure.
“What is it, pet? Need a hand?” Buggy teases, letting out a breathy chuckle when you moan an affirmative answer.
With your eyes still shut, you don't notice his hand floating towards you until two fingers push smoothly inside your throbbing entrance. The sudden but welcomed intrusion makes you choke a moan and you open your eyes to meet Buggy's mischievous gaze. The captain teases you g-spot and you lose the ability to form coherent words.
“So fucking naughty” Buggy whispers when you begin rubbing your clit desperately, seeking for that sweet release. "I love it when you're nothing but a horny mess, my treasure," he adds increasing the tempo and you scream his name.
Buggy's fingers undulate inside you, hitting that sweet spot, again and again, while you moan and curse aloud. The tension between your legs becomes unbearable and when he adds a third finger, you go over the limit.
"Fuck... Buggy~" you cry out his name as the climax overcomes you in warm violent waves; making your muscles spasm involuntary as your juices spill on the sheets, leaving a wet spot on the bed.
"So tasty," Buggy growls, looking at you with lecherous eyes as he licks his fingers clean. "Are you ready for another round, pet?" He teases, unzipping his pants to free his rock-hard erection. A clear stream of pre-cum drips down his shaft and you lick your lips.
"Yes, captain,” you plead, using your fingers to spread your folds open; inviting him to lose himself in you.
"Not yet, my treasure," Buggy chuckles, detaching his member. "I want you to play with it as you do with your toys," he says with a predatory tone, moving to the edge of the seat to rest his forearms on his thighs. The crimson blush on your cheeks and the nervous way you avoid his gaze let him know this isn't the first time something like that crosses your mind.
You wrap your hand around Buggy's erection and something primitive and wild possesses you. A long drawn-out moan scapes you when you bring its velvety tip to one of your nipples, coating it with pre-cum as you tap its head on your oversensitive skin. From the noises coming from Buggy, you can tell he's having a hard time controlling himself.
“Fuck, pet,” Buggy pants, closing his eyes to relish the enticing sensation as he groans deeply. "Should I go over there and work that dripping pussy open?"
"Yes, captain... Please," you beg, letting go of him; wishing he would join you at last.
"Open your eyes," Buggy commands, and you do as told.
Locking his gaze with yours, the captain takes off his hat. His silky blue hair falls over his shoulders and he ties it in a loose ponytail, perfectly aware of the effect it causes on you. The muscles in his torso contract and stretch as he leisurely takes off his clothes, and you mewl, eager to run your hands down his well-built body. His skin is also covered with bruises and bite marks... Just in case he dares to forget to whom he belongs.
Buggy climbs on the bed to place himself between your legs and you hold your breath. His intense blue eyes are full of animalistic desire and he holds your gaze while entering you slowly; allowing you to savor the feeling of his girth stretching your walls.
You moan wrapping your legs around his waist to take him even deeper. His mouth finds your neck and you melt under his body when he begins sucking on your skin. Later you'll be proudly wearing his new mark.
The world around you disappears as your bodies heatedly press together, crashing like ocean waves. His length sinks over and over into your heat and all you do is moan his name like a prayer; clinging to him as if you were going to float away otherwise.
"Fuck. You're so wet," Buggy breathes against your collarbone, making your walls clench around him. 
You tug lightly at his hair, guiding him to your mouth until your lips meet in a hungry kiss. His taste is strong and intoxicating, and you sigh happily under his spell; welcoming him as he deepens the kiss and pounds harder into you, setting an agonizing pace.
"Oh, Buggy,” you moan, digging your nails into his back; leaving red trails on his skin as he continues to massage your walls so delightfully.
"You feel so fucking good, my treasure" the captain groans, pounding harder into you. Pleased at the way your warmth engulfs him so perfectly. 
"Turn around," Buggy orders, suddenly slipping out of you and sitting on his heels. You follow his command without a second thought, lifting your hips for him.
Buggy takes a moment to admire your dripping slit. Your folds are swollen and he teases them with the tip of his fingers, making you whimper against the pillows. He knows your body is aching for him and his chest puffs with pride seeing you so desperate.
"Are you ready, pet?" Buggy teases in a dark tone, positioning himself against your entrance before giving your butt a firm slap. "Let's see how loud you can scream my name," he concludes, digging his nails into your hips as he sinks into you.
"Fuck, Buggy," you cry out as the captain slams his hips against yours. The wet obscene sound of your squelching juices mixes with his low growls, making your core throb.
"You take it so well, my treasure," Buggy growls against your ear before pulling your hair; forcing you to arch your back. The sharp pain in your scalp combined with Buggy's merciless thrusts feels like heaven.
"Come on my cock, pet," Buggy growls, letting go of your hair to hold your hips in place as he uses his remaining energy to bring you over the edge.
The fire burning inside you finally grows beyond your control and your body combusts in an explosion of ecstasy. You squirt for a second time and your mind goes completely blank. Your body floats in a sea of bliss and time seems to stop.
Seconds after, Buggy sinks his teeth into your shoulder as his thrusts become more and more erratic; letting out a muffled growl when his own release takes over, spilling himself inside your pulsating walls.
"Fucking flashy,” Buggy pants in your ear as his body spams against yours, and you chuckle. 
With eyes closed and a soft smile on your face, you lay prone on the bed. Exhausted and sore, but extremely happy. Buggy drops next to you with the same foolish expression you're wearing.
"Was I helpful, my captain?” you tease once you get back your breath. Reaching out to stroke Buggy's chest.
“Fuck yes, you were, baby,” Buggy replies letting out a breathy laugh as he runs his fingers over your arm. "Are you alright?" He says rolling on his side to look at you. His fingers grace over the new bite mark he left on your shoulder.
"I am," you reply moving closer to kiss him softly, letting your fingers play with his hair.
"Are you hungry, baby” Buggy asks, breaking the kiss and staring lovingly into your eyes.
"I’m starving,” you reply sitting on the bed.
"Hey, you out there! I know you can hear me! Your captain and the love of his life need food! NOW!" Buggy yells and you cover your ears, shaking your head as you chuckle.
"What?” Buggy asks as "Right away, captain" can be heard from outside.
"Nothing... What do you think we can do in five minutes?” You ask jokingly, leaning down to kiss him again.
"Change the sheets and then... cuddle?” Buggy replies and you laugh.
"I love you, Buggs,” You say, standing up to search for clean bedclothes.
"Who doesn't?” he replies jokingly.
"Idiot,” you chuckle, throwing a pillow at him.
"I love you, too." He replies blowing you a kiss.
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clouvu · 7 months
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Offering to you all some sandy doodles in these trying times
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arielluva · 4 months
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the eternity you seek
id in alt
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Cast: Hermie the Unworthy as Theatre Kid with Identity Issues!
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himbolithium · 3 months
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I love bisexual gaming
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hoppips · 1 month
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For he did not know, that beyond the lake he called home, There lied a deeper, and darker ocean green. Where waves are both wilder and more serene. To its ports I've been, To its ports I've been.
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samarecharm · 15 days
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I wish the thieves had SOME kind of reaction to the Satanael awakening. Kinda wish we at least had RYUJI react to it….
I think its sooooo compelling to have Ryuji be the only person to witness BOTH awakenings; to see how much Akira and his will has grown since they first met. There was a raw, burning fury in Akiras core that recoiled at the injustice before him, and when given the tools to punish said injustice, eagerly accepted it with a wild, almost manic kind of intensity. I think it would be difficult for the others to truly grasp just how scary that was; that for a short moment, Ryuji couldnt pinpoint the cause of that rage, and the target of it. Akiras mellowed out alot since then, but its always in the back of Ryujis head; theres a side of their leader literally none of the thieves have or will ever see, and he doesnt really know how hes supposed to feel about that.
And now the airs charged in the same way he felt back in Kamoshidas palace; right as Akiras eyes widened at seeing him slammed against the wall. The blazing, untamed ferocity in his eyes from back then is replaced with a cool, calm, steely conviction. He knows his purpose; understands completely what his will screamed at him to understand back when it first started. This is the Akira the team knows, and its definitely the one Ryuji is used to now, but its insane to see the shift; insane to see the kind of power that simmered in Akiras core, literally too big and too overwhelming for past Akira to grapple with and set free.
Satanael comes down, and theres a moment, through all the excited screaming and hollering, where Ryuji can see it look right at him, and Ryuji is taken back to the floor of Kamoshidas Palace; not to the fear he felt when Arsene came forth incinerating everything, but immediately after, when Akira comes to with wide eyes and an outstretched hand- that bizarre feeling of safety, of knowing that this kid would have his back, and that hed never have to worry about where his place would be (its right beside him, obviously.)
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melonalemonade · 11 months
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I think they would hate each other
…and then they’d hate even more that they actually get along
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chaylani · 1 year
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RM for VOGUE KOREA
"I say this over and over again, but art ultimately comes from life. I believe I can create something awesome only by continuing to put living and playing at the forefront. I don’t want to pursue music for music’s sake, art for art’s sake, etc. Life always comes first, and that creates the balance needed to work fruitfully. I always think of myself as standing on a balance beam, and try to enjoy it as much as I can. Creating is like punishment. But I try to endure it with pleasure, counting myself lucky to have a creative job."
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morrigan-sims · 1 month
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And I forget sometimes I'm just flesh and bone.
As he stands in the ruined bathroom, all Rook can think is, At least now I can breathe.
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moodyseal · 5 months
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"The last one left."
Consider: all the Olympians except Apollo fade somewhere far in the future and he's left alone without his family <3 realistically he would be one of the first ones to go because of his domains but let's overlook such futile details for the sake of this scenario
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sjonni33 · 2 months
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lambs love
ko-fi / redbubble / shop
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atsr-studios · 5 months
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I wanted to draw protective mama X because… I felt like it ;w;
I feel like after the events of the x to zero time skip x got fed up with people making zero suffer… and… well, decided to take care of them himself -u-
Zero is worried not for x, but the unfortunate victims xD
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ftcatv · 7 months
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2 | NEON from @falloutober prompts i swear im not gonna make all these prompts about nick
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rustytrident · 1 year
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lucifer in love is such an overwhelming sight to everyone who knows him.
if the devildom offers any form of freedom, the celestial realm promotes suppression, ignoring one's feelings until they're forgotten or buried so well within them that even they can't access them. and so young angels learn to hide, follow and conform, until everyone is the same, until eternity flows through their fingers like sand falling from their hands.
fallen angels, though, they learn to succumb to emotions. the fallen angels had to start from the beginning, counsel their loved ones, pace themselves – ancient and wise – through experiencing anger, and lust, and grief for the first time. is was then that everyone started showing their differences, relishing in the freedom the devildom had to offer.
yet lucifer stayed the same. just as always, lucifer stayed the same for millenia.
it's terrifying, seeing how lucifer smiles at you specifically, a brother mentions, because they've never seen lucifer's eyes soften in their edges, and the apples of his cheeks turn the slightest bit pink before. it's a revolutionary sight, just like the way his eyes looked when he first stood up against his father, and you can hear the gratitude in his voice.
for lucifer, no realm could offer freedom. there was not a place on this planet or another where he could find peace. tormented by his father and bound by his prince, he could say that eternity felt like sand, in his mouth, in his joints, in his lungs. he never thought he would find freedom in a person, in his home, in the way your fingers play with the gray strands of his hair when he falls asleep on his paperwork.
you can't tell, another brother chimes in, but he wasn't always like that. maybe it's that you came at the right time, and maybe it's just that you came to the right demon. he used to not like company of any kind, the brother frowns, shivering at the thought.
the lucifer you know finds freedom in the way you say his name. if he could write a dictionary he would put the words love, freedom, and your name as synonyms, the definitions unclear, written in the sound waves of your laughter. it wouldn't be very practical for other readers, he thinks, but who cares about others when your eyes hold galaxies he's sure are inhabited. he can simply dive in, and find a planet where people can appreciate the art that is the crook of your neck, and how easily his head can rest on it.
a third brother reminds you of when you first met them, and how of course you'd know that the eldest wasn't always like this. it fills him with emotion, knowing that lucifer is capable of calming down a bit, and how he is now just like a chatacter in a show he watched a while ago.
an angel approaches you, smiling in the same way every angel smiles, humble and serene. he says it's overwhelming to see lucifer like this. it overwhelms him with a determination of sorts, overwhelms him with joy, brotherhood in a way so ancient you can only feel it through your veins. he then smiles in a way only he knows how to, human and raw, and he leaves, joining another conversation.
the corner of your eye catches a figure you know all too well, and when you turn to face him, his eyes are already fixated on you. soft, with a pink tint under them. you ask him if he's eaten and he exhales something affirmative, asking you the same question back. it's simple, and domestic, intimate in the way birds chirp in spring mornings and waves crash against anything that may stand in their way. your heart beats against your chest in the melody of your favourite love song, and you swear you could stare into his eyes until all that's left of you is taken by the wind.
lucifer in love is an overwhelming sight to everyone who knows him, but even so, you could probably never get enough, you think, as you take his hand and feel his warmth spread all over your body.
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