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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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scribble-dribble-writes · 7 months

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Artist: citrvzz0 on Instagram

Literally this was what I had in mind when I wrote the chapter in which he's training on his ship 😩💖

#one piece buggy #buggy the pirate #buggy #op buggy #captain buggy #buggy x reader #buggy the clown #live action buggy #opla buggy #buggy one piece #jeff ward #buggy x y/n #buggy x you #buggy x oc #buggy fluff #buggy fanfiction #buggy fanart

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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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soft-mafia · 4 months

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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.

#one piece #one piece buggy #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #one piece x reader #buggy imagines #buggy headcanons #opla #one piece live action #buggy opla #buggy x y/n #buggy x you #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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miss-atomic-blog · 2 months

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Rodeo clown kisses! Get your rodeo clown kisses here! 🗣

#rodeo clown #buggy the clown #buggy fanart #buggy live action #buggy one piece #buggy opla #buggy pirates #buggy #oc x canon #fan art #art #digital art #one piece #opla #one piece fanart #i know he's missing most of his makeup in the second one it was intentional babeses

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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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ughsadking · 8 months

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I’m trying to draw Buggy but i think i have to practice a lot😭 also i am obsessed and wanted to draw him with my oc. I’m not mentally stable guys, not one bit.

#one piece #one piece fanart #one piece fandom #one piece live action #opla buggy #opla fanart #opla #op buggy #buggy one piece #buggy x reader #buggy the genius jester #buggy the clown #captain buggy #buggy fanart #buggy thoughts #buggy smut #buggy simp #buggy x oc #one piece oc

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hey-august · 2 months

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I'm comin' apart at the seams | (Buggy x OC)

Ahhhhh, this is a birthday gift for @rorywritesjunk 🎁 I hope you like it even though it's not birthday-themed.

I chose Sunny because she's just the sweetest and I thought she'd fit this story well. I'm sure she's ooc, but I hope I captured her spirit. 🩷

Word count: ~1.8k

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x OC, buggy x sunny!!, fem OC, mentions of PIV sex, dadbod buggy

(Presumptive tag for @paperclippedmime since you were curious about the apples 👀)

Title from "Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes" by Fall Out Boy

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Something was wrong. Something has been wrong. And Buggy wasn’t sure how much longer he could hide it from Sunny. It started small. An extra shimmy to pull on his pants. A deep exhale to reach the usual notch on his belt. Unbuttoning his pants after a big meal. Then his shirts felt a little snug. Pulling on the sleeves and the bottom hem would help, but only for so long. Soon, he couldn’t tighten his belt to the same spot. The problem was growing.

Sunny made such tasty food, it was hard for Buggy to decline. Not only was the pirate addicted to his wife’s cooking, but to the smile she’d bestow when he complimented her skills. Treats came with a kiss on the cheek. Snacks were ready when his stomach grumbled. She’d set out a pastry with his morning coffee. Sunny always knew what Buggy was in the mood for before he knew. And it was always delicious.

Buggy stared at himself in the full length mirror, twisting and turning to assess the full extent of his indulgences. Was his rear always that round? Was the belly pooch new? He poked his stomach, wondering what was from years of yeasty beer and rum and what was from married life. Regardless of where the excess came from, Buggy was resolved to get rid of it before Sunny noticed.

He started by waking up before her. As the sun started to crest the horizon, Buggy would slip out of bed bit by bit and limb by limb. It was tedious, but the slow retreat kept the bed from shifting too much and allowed Sunny to stay wrapped in sleep. Once out of bed, Buggy would jog around the deck with a deep scowl on his face - a warning that anyone else awake at this hour should keep their mouth shut. He’d keep an eye on the sun’s journey and sneak back into the room just in time for Sunny to roll over and assume her husband had also just woken up and gotten out of bed.

The morning excursions weren’t enough, though, and Buggy was worried that Sunny would notice. That she would think Buggy is letting himself go. That she could do better than some chubby clown. The ache from that possible future pushed the pirate to do something he never dreamed of doing - turning down some of Sunny’s treats. The morning pastry would be ripped half to share with Sunny, even when it was his favorite one dusted in powdered sugar. (He’d still lick the sugar off his fingers, though.) Buggy would only take a bite of what Sunny would offer him and go on a tangent about how it was too good and he wanted to save space to eat it later.

Buggy might have gotten away with it all if it wasn’t for the apples. The goddamn apples.

Sunny stared at the uneaten food left on Buggy’s desk. It was a small plate with one of his favorite snacks - apple slices and peanut butter. And he didn’t take a single bite. Sunny knew her husband usually got hungry around this time of day. He hadn’t been eating well recently, so she made it look extra enticing. She peeled some of the bright red skin, leaving behind little shapes that made the slices look like bunnies. They were placed in a circle, facing the spoonful of peanut butter smeared on the center of the plate. What were once happy grazing bunnies were now oxidized bits of fruit surrounding an oily lump of ground nuts.

Footsteps entered the room behind her and Sunny turned to see Buggy. All the emotions and thoughts swirling through her burst out in one confused and upset question.

“Do you not like me anymore?”

Sunny usually wasn’t the one to carry the self-doubt in this relationship. She held the other end of that rope, doting on Buggy and reminding him of her love. But weeks of her husband sneaking away every morning, turning down the food she made him, not wanting to bathe with her, and pulling away when all she wanted was a hug had worn her down. Sunny felt raw and exposed. She felt like a forgotten apple slice.

The question wasn’t answered with words, but an embrace. Buggy wrapped his arms around her, placed a hand on the back of her head, and held her close. This was what Sunny would do whenever Buggy spouted similar fears.

“Why would you ever think that?” He asked her the same question she asked him.

“You didn’t eat your snack, Buggy.”

“I just forgot about it.” Buggy followed the fib by popping a soggy apple bunny in his mouth. “That can’t be the only reason, is it?”

Sunny shook her head against his chest, listening to the conflicted voices in her head. One told her to stop now and just enjoy the moment and enjoy the hug. The other told her that this wasn’t enough. Deciding both were right, Sunny wrapped her arms around Buggy’s waist and squeezed. She felt Buggy stiffen and try to pull away, but she held him tighter until her arms began to burn with the effort.

“No, not yet. I feel like you’ve been avoiding me,” Sunny finally confessed against his chest.

Buggy pried himself from Sunny’s hold before responding. “Never! I always want to be near you. In fact, you’re the one that banned me from the kitchen that one time.”

“You sneak out of bed early every morning.” Sunny felt a little bit of satisfaction watching the color drain from the unpainted parts of his face. “Babe, you're everywhere when you sleep. We're always touching, of course I’m going to notice when you leave, no matter how clever you think you’re being.”

Buggy opened his mouth to respond, but Sunny grabbed his hands and kept going. “Honestly, I don’t mind if you have secrets. You should have your own things, Buggy, but this feels like it involves me. Is there anything that I should know?”

“I don’t want you to leave me. I don’t want you to realize that I’m not good enough for you and then you go and find a better, more sexy pirate husband, who dresses well and wears glasses and his clothes fit…” The words exploded out of Buggy’s mouth, squeezed by the anxiety wrapped around him. He tugged at the stomach of his shirt, trying to alleviate some of the constricting feeling.

The words continued even when Sunny tried to stop them with her lips. The flow only ceased when Sunny held his face in her hands, pulling his gaze to her own.

“Buggy, I already have a sexy pirate husband. I don’t want a different one.”

“R-really? Even if…?”

“Even if what? I love you as you are.” Sunny’s words were just like her. Warm, comforting, and honest. Lingering doubts that couldn’t be eased away with words, were soothed with actions later that evening.

Buggy sat on the edge of his desk with Sunny’s fingers tangled in his hair. Tugging his head back, she trailed kisses down his neck. Airy groans buzzed under her lips until she reached the collar of his shirt. Rather than waiting for him to disrobe, Sunny kept going. Running her hands along his soft stomach, through the hair on his chest, and back down to the hem of the shirt so she could pull it off.

Any protests from Buggy were kept at bay with more kisses and nips, anything to keep his mouth occupied with something other than words. Once the shirt was off, the kisses traveled down to adorn his chest and decorate the stomach he still felt sensitive about. Sunny could feel the tension in his body, the conflict of whether or not he should suck in his gut, and the desire to enjoy the moment.

Sweet words and descriptions of what lay in store for the evening were mumbled against Buggy’s body. How she likes holding his hips while sucking him off, that she loves to watch how his body moves when she’s bouncing on top of him, the way she feels so deliciously overpowered when he’s thrusting into her from behind and his heaviness presses her into the mattress. Again, words turned into actions, ones that had Buggy’s eyes rolling into the back of his head and Sunny crying his name throughout the night.

Buggy slept in the next morning. It was the first time in a long while and it felt good. Rolling over in bed, the pirate was surprised to see Sunny already awake and busy with a project. She was sewing something. Her skilled movements brought a lazy smile to Buggy’s face as he watched his wife.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

“I think you mean sexy, pirate husband,” Buggy said in a low morning voice, earning a chuckle in response. “Whatcha doing?”

“I put a bit of elastic in your pants so they’re more comfortable. They’ll fit the same, just with a bit more stretch, see?” She held them up and demonstrated.

Feeling a quiver in his lip, Buggy wiggled closer to Sunny so he could wrap her in his arms and press his face into her abdomen. She placed a hand on his head and listened to the words he spoke against her body. They were muffled, but Sunny knew what he was saying.

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Sunny joined Buggy on his morning jog exactly one time. Not because she didn’t enjoy it - quite the opposite, actually - but because she was unprepared. She wasn’t ready for what the pirate captain’s workout entailed.

His outfit was the first surprise. Tube socks, shorts that showed a teasing amount of thigh, a sleeveless shirt, a high ponytail, and a sweatband. Sunny didn’t even know he had some of these articles of clothing, let alone that he'd be so comfortable in them. The outfit was a gift that kept giving. The shorts crept up his legs as he moved. The top kept his shoulders and arms on display. Even though the sweatband was doing its job, sometimes Buggy would pull his shirt up and wipe the moisture from his face, giving Sunny a full view of his glistening body.

And then there were the exercises Buggy did. In addition to the jogging, he added in a few other sets. Lunges up the stairs that worked his glutes. Push-ups that flexed his arms and came with tantalizing grunts. And the worst (or was it the best) was climbing the ship’s rigging. He moved with the skill and instinct that comes from a life at sea. And it was a turn on. When Buggy got back on the deck, he pulled up his shirt to wipe his face, yet again, and Sunny had to pull him below deck for a different kind of workout.

🎂🎁🤡

#buggy the clown #sunny x buggy #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #buggy op #opla buggy #one piece buggy

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rorywritesjunk · 3 months

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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 · 8 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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soft-mafia · 7 months

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Crows Nest [Buggy x Reader]

warnings: oc insert, fem reader, smut, cock warming, Buggy detaching his penis, groping, fingering, mentions of alcohol, light hair pulling, use of the word “bitch”

a/n: Fucking Buggy isn’t a want at this point it’s a need

Buggy and Y/n were sitting in one of the crow’s nests of his ship, the one that was the highest up, closer to the stares. Y/n was looking up at the night sky, looking at all of the constellations, stars, and the far away planets. Buggy however, was only focused on Y/n, his hand was on her thigh that was placed over top of one of his own legs, his thumb rubbed up and down.

His gloves were off and folded beside of him, so he could feel the fabric of her leggings against his fingers, he loved the thin, soft feeling.

“You.. really like the night huh?” Buggy chuckled softly, lifting up his knee so he could rest his elbow on it. Y/n giggled and looked behind herself and smiled at Buggy, “Yeah. It’s much more peaceful than the day, it’s.. quiet.” She scooted closer to him, leaning in to lay against his side as he wrapped his arm around her, “And.. everybody is asleep so I don’t have to deal with their bullshit.” She snorted, to which Buggy laughed loudly, playfully squeezing her shoulder and shaking her around a bit.

Y/n’s hand moved up to Buggy’s hat, she gently played with the ends of his hair that were styled to spill out from the sides of it, rubbing the soft blue locks between her fingers before carefully taking off his hat and setting it beside of his gloves. The loose ponytails she helped put his hair in had fallen to his shoulders.

Buggy felt his cheeks heat up with blush once again, his eyes were widened slightly, jaw clenched as his heart pumped. Maybe it was the alcohol he had a while ago, but her touch was driving him more crazier than usual. Y/n noticed the look in his eyes, lovestruck like a puppy but hungry like a beast. She grinned, “You’re cute you know that?” She chuckled as she gently started taking the ties out of his hair.

Buggy scoffed and turned his head away, closing his eyes as he raked his fingers through the top of his head, pushing some of his long blue locks out of his face after Y/n was finished taking his ponytails down. She was wearing the hair ties around her wrists now. “I told you not to call me that!” He grumbled. Cute. Like he was a small helpless animal or something. He crossed his arms, “Call me handsome.”

“But-”

“Ah! Go on!” Buggy interrupted her, tilting his head upward, not going to open his eyes until she gave in. Y/n scoffed and rolled her eyes, then smiled up at him.

She cupped the side of his face and rubbed his stubbly jaw with her thumb, “My handsome lil man.” She cooed at him. He then looked at her again and growled, “HEY!! DON’T SAY IT IN A PATRONIZING WAY LIKE THAT!!!” He grumbled, making Y/n laugh.

“What?! How is that patronizing?! I called you handsome didn’t I?” She grinned at him, clearly getting a kick out of making him frustrated and flustered. “‘Handsome little man~’” Buggy sarcastically mocked Y/n while frowning at her, he then groaned and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, rolling his eyes, “You just like to piss me off huh?”

Y/n giggled and leaned against Buggy’s chest again, moving her head up to kiss him on the cheek, “Duh.” She grinned. Buggy laughed softly and pushed his hair back again, his hand moved up and down her waist, lightly squeezing it between his fingers.

The one thing Y/n loved more than Buggy’s gorgeous eyes was his touch— his strong hands squeezing her, his arm around her, holding her close to his body. She then moved over to straddle Buggy’s lap, cupping his face with both of her hands.

Buggy was taken aback at first, then grinned, “Oh?” He chuckled, both of his hands on her hips now. Y/n tilted her head; she always had to tilt her head far to the side to prevent Buggy’s nose from getting in the way and prevent him from throwing a fit about it.. Even though it was cute how grumpy Buggy got about his nose, sometimes Y/n felt sad about it; she wished he wasn’t so insecure about it, it was one of the cutest things about him and it made him unique.

Buggy’s hands moved up her back, letting out a soft groan into the kiss. His lips were slightly chapped from the night air but Y/n didn’t mind, his red makeup was smearing onto her own lips, ruining her own lipstick. Buggy molded his lips against hers into the kiss as she placed her hands on his shoulder. The scratchiness of his stubble combined with the need to catch her breath made Y/n draw back slowly, their parted lips inches away from each other while their eyes slowly opened.

Y/n looked into Buggy’s beautiful green eyes, almost getting lost into them before she looked down, “You’re uh..” She felt Buggy’s hard bulge underneath her from where she was sitting. Buggy sucked in a breath and smiled awkwardly, “Yeahh..” he giggled, then smirked, “Got me riled up, baby.” He moved his hands back down, making Y/n squeak as he gave her ass a firm squeeze, his smirk growing wider as he felt the flesh of her ass through her leggings between his fingers.

The sudden action made Y/n heat up, feeling a sensation in her belly that made her bite her lip. The fire in Buggy’s crotch grew tighter in his trousers, making him clench his jaw tightly before breathing out quietly, “You got me bad.” He said gruffly under his breath. Y/n looked back up at Buggy, gently rubbing her own crotch against his to cause more friction; The movement made Buggy tilt his head back and groan, “Oh yeah baby..” he growled, his fingers slipping under the band of Y/n’s leggings, then yanked them down with one swift pull, exposing her ass to the cold air, he did the same thing with her panties.

The space they were sitting on in the crow’s nest was a bit cramped, but after a bit of movement Y/n got her pants off and Buggy had unzipped his, pulling his trousers and boxers slightly below his hips to free his throbbing, thick cock; a bead precum dripped from his manhood.

Y/n had her hand wrapped around his penis now as it stood proudly between her legs.

She moved her hand up and down, riling him up some more as she fingered herself with her other hand to prep herself. Buggy’s muscles twitched, his teeth grit as he let out quiet grunts, groans and other various pleasured grumbles. Watching Y/n play with herself while stroking his cock made the sensation all the more better, his cock throbbed some more.

Y/n’s eyes widened a bit when Buggy removed his dick and quickly moved it up to her lips, “Suck it.” He demanded, his voice low and gravelly. Y/n batted her lashes softly before giving Buggy’s tip a small lick, licking that bit of pre off and earning a louder groan from the pirate. Buggy put his hands on Y/n’s hips as she began to suck his tip, gradually making her way down to the base, her bottom lip meeting his balls.

Buggy tilted his head back again and grunted, her mouth was wet with spit, the feeling of it around his dick was driving him wild, “Atta girl.. suck that fucking dick.” He panted through his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as she began to get a rhythm, moving her head back and forth. Buggy began to thrust as well, moving his throbbing length in and out of his girlfriend’s mouth.

The wind blew a breeze that sent a chill through Y/n, giving her goosebumps on her bare thighs, Buggy took notice; and pulled his cock from her mouth, a string of saliva connected her lips to the tip. He hooked an arm around her waist and jerked her forward, making her lay against his chest. She squeaked, then gasped when his cock suddenly flew around behind her and rammed into her pussy, “Ohhh~!” She moaned, burying her face into Buggy’s neck as her eyes rolled back.

The familiar feeling of his length invading her walls and stretching her out made her tremble.

“FUCK yeah..!” Buggy grinned, grunting and sighing with pleasure, he didn’t waste no time hammering into her, his balls swinging back and forth as he thrusted. Y/n spread her legs wider and squeezed Buggy’s shoulders, moaning and mewling, her pussy was already dripping. “Be gentle!” Y/n moaned, knowing that got Buggy going even more.

Buggy smirked, letting out a scoff, “I’m your captain, I can go as fast as I fucking please.” He snarled through louder grunts and groans.

Luckily they were so high up that they wouldn’t have to worry about his sleeping crew on the lower decks. God if he had a coin for every time a Buggy pirate would catch him with his pants down around his ankles, balls deep into Y/n.. he’d have 10 coins, it wasn’t a lot— but it too many times that he’s been caught.

“Mm~ yes captain!” Y/n moaned out.

With one hand, Buggy held on and squeezed her ass, and with the other one he held the back of her head, tugging on her hair, “Say that again, who’s your captain?” He growled, his ego inflating and his grin widening.

Y/n’s head being jerked back by Buggy pulling on her hair made her look up at him with teary bedroom eyes, “Y-You.. you..~! C-Captain Buggy..!” She moaned, her entire body trembling in Buggy’s grasp as his floating cock thrusted in and out over and over, squelching and slapping noises were created with each thrust.

Buggy laughed boisterously and gave her ass a firm smack, making it jiggle, “That’s right bitch, I’m your captain!” He growled, making his penis hammer faster inside of her, he let out a prolonged, loud groan at the sensation.

He squeezed Y/n’s ass and with the hand on her hair he tilted her head to the side so he could bury his face into her neck, kissing and sucking on her neck lightly. The red clown lipstick smearing on her skin would make for a slightly morbid sight at a glance, and a pain for Y/n to try and wash off later, but neither of them cared about any of that in this moment.

Y/n was mewling out in pleasure— he was so fast, she couldn’t even see straight at this point, “Fuck..!! A-aahh!!” Y/n groaned, her hips trembling. Buggy chuckled, knowing she was close, “Cum, cum for me, baby.” He growled. “Yes captain~..” Y/n moaned again, her eyes rolling back into her skull as she released, cumming and clenching around Buggy’s thrusting cock.

Buggy rolled his head back, closing his eyes again and groaning, feeling Y/n’s wet, clenching and twitching pussy got him bad. With two hard, firm thrusts, it wasn’t long before Buggy was spilling inside of Y/n, he grunted with his teeth grit, jaw clenched tighter, before he groaned and breathed out, relaxing his muscles.

They were both panting, Buggy attached his cock back to his pelvis as his hands rested on Y/n’s lower hips. He was still inside of Y/n, his own sperm spilled out from around his cock, dripping onto his balls. Their pants got softer as they relaxed. Buggy’s hands moved upwards, wrapping his arms around Y/n’s waist as he opened his eyes, being met with the moon up in the night sky.

Strands of Buggy’s blue hair had fallen over his face and were blowing lightly through the night breeze. Y/n was resting against Buggy’s chest as he held her.

He rested one hand to the back of her head, pressing a kiss to the top of her hair before looking back up at the night sky.

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