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The one thing I hope never happens is Oda deciding to chop Buggy's hair off. His hair needs to remain long and luscious forever and ever and ever.

this is a genuine fear of mine, though.

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Tomorrow will be a very important day in Buggy and Cathie's history!

"Just Ask Her Already"


Cabaji was lounging on a trunk, sharpening one of his swords. Buggy was pacing in circles like a caged animal.


“She’s gonna say no. Right?" Buggy was nervous. "Or worse! She’ll say yes, and then realize she made a huge mistake and leave me for a yoga instructor named Blaze or some archaeologist with abs!”


“I don’t think archaeologists usually have abs, Buggy.” Cabaji didn't look up.


“YOU DON’T KNOW THAT, DUDE!! They dig things. Digging builds core strength, Cabaji!”


“I still don’t get why you need a ring or a wedding." Cabaji flipped a dagger. "You live together. She already lets you see her in face masks.”


“That’s exactly why, moron! She already puts up with me! She loves me! I want the whole damn world to know! The proposal, the party, the stupid balloon arch I ordered!”


“You ordered a balloon arch?”


“Yes!" Buggy grabbed a folder full of chaotic planning notes. "It spells out 'WILL YOU MARRY ME, COTTON CANDY?' in glittery red and blue letters! I even got fireworks shaped like hearts and a mini cannon that shoots rose petals!"


“Romantic.”


“She deserves everything, Cabaji. Not just flowers and pancakes and stolen kisses in the kitchen. I wanna give her forever. I wanna wake up next to her old and wrinkly and annoying. I want to be hers in every stupid, loud, circus-colored way.”


“Okay. That was disgustingly sweet. But sure. I’ll help. You want me to hold the ring box or the petal cannon?”


“No! I'll keep the ring! You keep the petal cannon. And if I pass out, slap me with a rubber chicken or something.”


“Fuck! Lord!" Cabaji sighed. "Save me from men in love…”

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I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. But I was drinking my coffee after the gym and this scene was born in my head. English isn't my native language and this is my second attempt to write a sketch which isn't dedicated to One Piece fandom :)

"What are you looking at, Levi?"

(short dinner scene / slow burn / teasing-coded)

The food was quiet. Soft clinks of cutlery. A chair creaked when you shifted. Rain whispered against the window.

But Levi just sat there. One elbow on the table, his other hand wrapped around a lukewarm cup of tea he hadn’t touched in ten minutes.

You didn’t rush him. You never did. But the silence had weight tonight, like something was sitting on his chest, and he wasn’t fighting it.

“You keep staring at that wall like it betrayed you.” You poked your spoon into the soup and glanced at him sideways.

Levi didn’t blink. Just shifted his eyes. Slow, cold, unreadable.

“It’s quieter than you.” He muttered.

“Ouch.” You grinned. “But fair.”

Still no sip. No bite. Just fingers tapping the porcelain cup like a clock ticking backwards.

“I made that soup for you, you know,” You said, but your voice was softer than usual. “You could at least pretend it doesn’t taste like punishment.”

Finally, you saw a twitch at the corner of his mouth. Barely there. Almost imaginary.

“I didn’t say it tasted like punishment,” Levi mumbled. “I said it tastes like shit.”

“Careful, Captain.” You smirked and leaned in over the table, just a little closer. “You keep talking to me like that, and I might start thinking you’re flirting.”

That made Levi stop. He just stared at you.

“You know,” You tried not laugh. “It's almost funny how the most dangerous man in the world could be completely disarmed by a bowl of soup and the wrong kind of smile.

“Screw you, Y/N,” He exhaled.

“So eat.” You grinned, leaning back. “Build up your strength. You’ll need it to keep surviving my bullshit.”

Levi picked up the spoon. It was the first bite he’d had all day.

And when he finished, he didn’t say thank you. But he poured you tea without asking.

That was more than enough.

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Another Catherine's song :)

“Dinner and a Clown”

(by Miss Catherine Elizabeth Mitchell, currently in pajama pants and a messy bun)

I set the plates, chopsticks left and right, Chinese for me, and your burger’s tight. Extra pickles, hold the shame, How do I love a man who can't be tame?

My darling menace, nose so red, Got circus dreams inside that head. You drive me nuts, you make me sing, Still, I���m waiting here, no diamond ring.

But who needs rings when I’ve got this? Your loud laugh, your crazy kiss. You’ll bust through that door with flair, And I’ll pretend I don’t care, But oh, I care!

So come on home, my Buggy Bear, With your tangled hair and circus glare. Dinner’s hot and I’m hotter still, Just one kiss, and time stands still. I wanna smack your nose, feel your arms around, Baby, I ordered love with your burger, extra round.

I saved your fries, even the crunchy ones. Poured your drink, the fizzy kind that stings. And I lit that dumb candle you like, Just come home, clown, that’s all I need tonight.

Come on home, my Buggy Bear, You with the swagger, the messed-up hair. You make me mad, you make me melt, Like hoisin sauce on a love well felt. I’ll smack your nose, I’ll kiss your pout, You're my burger-lovin', loudmouth route To everything good I never dared dream about.

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oh my god i found your tumblr i love your fics sm 🫶🫶

so uh .. ive been doomscrolling on tiktok and heard the song "so far so fake" by pierce the veil for the first time n i thought like ouhh... i can picture messy makeouts to this song 😭😭😭 and like ur buggy band fics i love them so much sorry if this is too much to ask but i lowkey want the same energy 💔 ILYSM MWAH MWAH

AAAAAAW!!!! TYSM MY DEAR ANON!!!

The fic about Buggy's band was created under the influence of one sketch (I will post it) and and inspired by songs by bands My First Story and One ok Rock :)

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I jumped into a new fandom and I don't regret it at all)

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I'm still not in a nsfw-mood, but I'm in a mood to write short stories :) Shitty shit again, nothing special. Happy Monday! ^_^

“Hotter Than Cannon Fire”

(flirty, funny, light NSFW-coded, very in love)

The second you both stepped into the party, Buggy made it everyone’s problem.

“HELLOOOO, LOSERS! Guess who brought the hottest date this side of the Grand Line?!”

“Shhh!” You tried to hush him.

“No, no, sweetheart, don’t hide your face now,” Buggy practically shouted, dragging you in closer. “Let them see! Spin for me!!SPIN FOR THE CROWD, BABY!”

“Buggy, stop!! You’re so embarrassing!” You choked on a laugh.

“You’re so gorgeous,” He fired back, yanking you into a dip right in the middle of the floor. “Look at this jawline. Look at these eyes. This is mine, you fools. Eat your hearts out!”

Someone clapped awkwardly. Another person dropped a glass.

You just wheezed.

“You keep squealing like that, Y/N,” He brought you back up, brushing your temple with his lips, “And I will start thinking about how you sounded last night.”

“BUGGY!!” Your eyes went wide. “Not here!”

“Whyyyy?! You were the one who said I could touch your ass.”

“Yeah! NOT IN PUBLIC, idiot!”

Buggy's fingers were already sneaking into the back of your outfit under the pretense of “straightening your collar.”

“Control yourself!” You squealed again and slapped his arm.

“Control myself?” He gasped. “CONTROL? I watched you walk down the gangplank in that outfit and nearly tripped over my own boots. You think this is control?”

He was practically vibrating, breathing hot in your ear now.

“You have no idea what I’d be doing to you right now if I didn’t have to play nice.”

“Oh? Then what are we doing later?” You bit your lip.

“Oh, baby...” Buggy grinned. “We’re doing everything... HEY, IDIOTS!” He loudly announced to the room.

“Damn, my ear!” You laughed, scratching your year.

“Sorry!” He snorted.

“What, Captain?” One of the crew asked.

“Cancel my plans.” Buggy threw you on his shoulder. “I’m going home early with the best thing I’ve ever stolen!”

You squealed again, swatting him.

Buggy laughed like a maniac, taking you away from the party as the crew members watched in a mixture of horror, envy, and reluctant amusement.

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Sorry, I'm in a soft mood...

Why You Chose Buggy

(Quiet thoughts. Late at night. Maybe whispered to no one)

They ask why you love him.

Why him? The loud one, the messy one. The pirate with too many rings and too much ego.

And you never really know how to explain it. So you don’t. But you know.

You know because you’re the one who covers him with a plaid blanket when he falls asleep slumped over charts, face smushed against ink stains and half-doodles of his own flag.

You know because sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and reaches out like a child, like he’s searching for proof that you’re still there, and the second his hand finds yours, he breathes easier.

You love him because even when the world laughs at him, he still stands up and makes a joke out of it first.

Because he protects the weak even when he says he doesn't care.

Because his love isn’t perfect, it’s messy, loud, jealous, full of insecurity but it’s real.

You love that he remembers your favorite snack. That he gives it to you and pretends it was a coincidence.

You love the way he dances when no one’s looking, hips loose, arms flailing, completely unhinged just to make you laugh.

You love when he talks in his sleep. Mumbles your name. Says “mine” like it’s a prayer and a promise all at once.

You love him because he lets you see the parts he hides from the world: the softness, the fear, the boy under the facepaint.

And if he ever asked you, you’d tell him: “I didn’t fall in love with the Captain. I fell in love with the man who keeps falling asleep in my lap. The man who steals kisses when he thinks I’m not paying attention. The man who thinks he has to be loud to matter, but I hear him just fine when he whispers.”

So when he’s asleep at the desk again, you drape the blanket over his shoulders, fingers brushing his hair.

He stirs.

“Still here?” he mumbles.

You kiss his head.

“Always.”

And you are.

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Part of an art trade with a new friend!!!! My lil buggy bite

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Mamma mia, here we go again :)

💙 Buggy & Catherine – No-Kids AU Headcanons 💙

• Buggy hates Catherine’s plush octopus.

She calls it “Plush Buggy” just to mess with him. He once tried to toss it across the room, but when she caught him red-handed, she kissed it and whispered, “At least this one doesn’t snore.” Buggy yelled in response.

• Catherine sings while making pancakes or sandwiches (she's not good at cooking)

Usually in her pajama shorts and a stolen Buggy's t-shirt. Buggy sends his floating head from the bedroom just to catch the performance. The real him walks in five seconds later with the most lovesick face (which he tries to hide).

• Catherine loves watching stupid shows

Bachelor-style crap? For God's sake! She'll laugh at the stupid characters. People who dress up as if they were babies to do ridiculous things and make money? She'll watch it. Buggy will grumble that she's watching crap, but he'll sit on the couch next to her and stay until the end just to hear her laugh.

• Buggy calls her “Catherine” when he’s annoyed, sometimes "Catherine Elizabeth Mitchell" (he also calls out her full name when he... well, you know), and “cotton candy or Cathie-pie” when he’s smitten.

• Buggy reads over her shoulder.

Even though he insists he “hates books.” But when she’s reading on the couch/bed/in the chair, he always ends up with his chin on her shoulder, asking too many questions about the plot.

• Catherine keeps a small first-aid kit for Buggy’s clumsy moments.

He always says he’s “fine,” but once she patched up a finger cut, kissed it, and Buggy got all flustered like a teenager.

• They slow dance in the kitchen.

Usually when Catherine’s making tea or when Buggy’s had a long day. There’s no music just the fridge humming and their quiet laughter.

• They sometimes get nothing done on chore days.

Laundry? Folded halfway. Kitchen? Mid-cleaned.

• Buggy’s favorite guilty pleasure is when Catherine scratches his scalp while he lies in her lap.

• Catherine's clothes.

She loves silly prints. Fish-in-a-sweater/shark accountants t-shirts, pajama pants with animals, and a shark pajama (Buggy gave her one). Buggy nags and teases her about her clothes, but deep down he adores her for her childlike spontaneity.

NSFW-coded

• Catherine knows exactly how to shut Buggy up.

He can bark, brag, whine, tease, but one brush of her lips on his neck, one tug on that scarf, and his mouth is suddenly out of order. For a man who lives for attention, he’s awfully quiet when she’s in control.

• Buggy is obsessed with her legs.

Like, obsessed. She could be reading a book, legs crossed, and suddenly he’s lying on the couch groaning “you’re doing that on purpose.”

Spoiler: sometimes she is.

• He has a sixth sense for when she’s wearing something new underneath.

They’ll be at dinner. She’ll give him that look. His hand will twitch on his glass. He’ll lean in and mutter, “You’re evil.” Catherine just smirks and takes another bite of dessert.

• Sometimes she steals his coat and wears nothing else underneath.

Buggy doesn’t survive those days. He tries to act cool. He never succeeds. At some point he always yells, “WHY are you like this?!” And she whispers, “Because you love it.”

She’s not wrong.

• Catherine is the queen of "innocent" touches in public.

His shoulder. Fingers sliding across his wrist. Buggy will be mid-conversation with Cabaji and suddenly wheeze, “I need to go check on something!”

• Buggy’s favorite sentence from her?

"You’re mine, Buggy the Clown. And only mine."

She doesn’t say it often but when she does, his brain short circuits. Clown.exe has stopped working.

• Buggy considers himself a sex god (Catherine once called him that and since then this phrase has been firmly lodged in his head)

“You’re lucky, cotton candy. You get the best of the best.”

Sometimes she shuts him up with a smirk and a very effective trick she learned from a book.

• Buggy lives for post-rehearsal kisses.

Still sweaty, still in costume, he finds her backstage, yanks her close and murmurs, “Need my reward.”

• Buggy's office was banned after several nsfw-stories.

Especially after Buggy's birthday, when Cabaji was in the next room and they didn't know about it. Since then, Buggy has been trying to break this ban and sometimes he almost succeeds.

• Buggy knows exactly where to aim to break Catherine.

He is not a fool at all. He has long since learned that Catherine's neck is her weak spot and often takes advantage of it.

• Catherine's curiosity

Once during the second adventure she wondered if all Buggy's body parts could be detached. And while he was sitting in the chair, his dick was in her. Since then, Catherine did not ask this question anymore, because she found it strange.

• They once stayed in bed all day.

Just to prove they could. Even though they are over 30. Hot kisses, hot breath, wet sheets, soft laughter.

When Catherine got up to shower, Buggy called after her, “Round six after tea?”

She yelled back: “Make it seven!”

The next day they were both grumbling that their backs hurt.

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Okay.. Sorry, but this is my first timid attempt at writing something for a new fandom. I'm late to it, of course (how could I abandon this masterpiece all those years ago? Shame on you, Firefly!). But instead of sleeping, today I was thinking about headcanons for Buggy x Reader, Buggy x OC, Eren and Levi (forgive me, Lord)

⭐️ Eren Yeager Headcanons

• Eren can't cook to save his life.

Every time he tries, someone ends up banned from the kitchen for a week.

• He journals.

Not regularly, but deeply. Torn pages. Angry pen strokes. Doodles in the margins that turn into dead trees.

• Sleeps like a corpse.

No movement, flat on his back, arms crossed like he’s in a coffin. Armin finds it unsettling.

• Has a soft spot for kids, but doesn’t know how to talk to them.

He just awkwardly crouches and stares like: “So… do you… hate the system too?”

• Has punched walls. More than once.

Levi charged him for repairs. Twice.

• His hair is emotional.

The longer it gets, the more depressed he is. When he cuts it short, that’s his version of “new era, who dis?”

NSFW-coded

• Hands in your hair. Always.

Tugging. Stroking. Gripping when he’s frustrated or when he's barely holding it together.

• Bites his lip when you touch his scars.

Says he doesn’t care, but leans into your hands like a dying man.

• Tension. Always tension.

Even in the way he breathes near your ear. It’s like he’s about to break or devour.

• Needy in private.

Growls like a wolf in public, but behind closed doors?

• He clings.

Wants to feel wanted. Needs to know you choose him, not out of pity, but desire.

• Low voice + messy hair + sharp eyes = danger zone.

If he whispers your name at dusk? You’re not sleeping that night. Trust.

⭐️ Levi Ackerman Headcanons

• Coffee only. No tea. No sugar. No joy.

But he secretly likes sweet things, just never where anyone can see it.

• Has a small garden.

Herbs and medicinal plants. No one’s allowed to touch it.

• Collects handkerchiefs.

Wipes blood, tears, mud and then irons them. Yes, he irons bloodstained handkerchiefs. Fight him.

• Keeps a candle burning for the ones he lost.

Never says their names out loud. Just lights the flame.

• Sleeps sitting up.

Doesn’t trust beds. Beds are for peace. Levi hasn’t known peace since the underground.

• Would never admit it, but... he does care.

And the people who survive him? They’ll know. But not from words. From the way he always walks behind them, watching their backs.

NSFW-coded

• Silent dominance.

He won’t raise his voice. He’ll just look at you, that low-lidded gaze and suddenly your knees don’t work.

• Gloves. Always starts with gloves.

Removes them slowly. Fingers tight, deliberate.

Almost ritualistic. You watch. You hold your breath.

• Touch-starved, but master of restraint.

He controls himself down to the breath. But the second he lets go? You’ll feel every second of that build-up.

• Doesn’t moan. Growls.

Low. Dangerous. From deep in his chest. If you pull his cravat loose, you might not survive the night.

• Eye contact = game over.

He will hold your gaze. The entire time. Until you're the one looking away, breathless, wrecked, and ruined.

• Loves the weight of your body.

On him. Against him. Around him. Just being touched grounds him in a world where he’s always drifting.

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His bad luck should be studied in school)

Buggy’s bad good luck is so scary that If he was held on Gun point and lied about knowing where the “One piece” is to save his life and then had to act up leading the gunman to it I’m sure he will accidentally find it.

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I've been thinking about this for a long time and last night I was writing headcanons for two fandoms :) I'm probably late with such things:( English is not my native language, errors may occur. Happy Sunday! ^_^

Our beloved Buggy the Clown :)

⭐️ Romantic & Soft (Yes, he has feelings. Shut up)

• Obsessive cuddler. Like octopus-style clingy. You cannot pee without him sighing dramatically about abandonment.

• Has a sixth sense when you’re sad. Will burst into the room like “WHO MADE YOU CRY?!” while putting on eyeliner and sharpening a knife.

• Calls you ridiculous pet names. “My little cannonball.” “Hot piece of shipwreck.” “Treasure chest” (with very specific intent).

• Traces your features when you sleep. Then pretends he wasn’t when you open your eyes. “No I wasn’t being sweet, I was making sure you didn’t steal my nose in your sleep!”

⭐️ Sexy (in a chaotic clown way)

• Kisses you like he’s been shipwrecked and you’re the only shore. Tongue, teeth, hands everywhere, even when you’re just brushing your teeth.

• Very vocal. In and out of bed. Whispers filth in your ear at dinner. In front of people. With zero shame. “I could bend you over this table right now, oh hi, waiter :)”

• His gloves? They come off. Slowly. Deliberately. Just to watch you squirm.

• Absolutely has a thing for hearing you say his name. The right way. "Louder," he’ll growl, "and I’ll make it worth your while."

⭐️ Ridiculous Buggy

• Eats raw dough. Constantly. Will lick the spoon. Your fingers. The counter. You. No one is safe.

• Pretends to die dramatically if you say ‘no’ to cuddles. Collapses on the floor whispering “betrayal…” until you give in.

• Hides parts of himself around the ship to spy on people. Accidentally forgets his hand under the blanket and scares the crap out of you at 2AM.

• Demands your pillow if he’s mad at you. “You don’t get the comfort cloud tonight. That’s mine now.”

• Once tried to serenade you with a kazoo. It was awful. You cried from laughter. He swears it was romantic.

⭐️ Emotional support (he’ll never admit it but...)

• Jealous? Oh, violently. He’ll wrap an arm around you and say “mine” like a toddler with a toy. You’re not allowed to talk to hot bartenders anymore. Or swordsmen. Or… anyone.

• Needs constant reassurance. He’ll ask “You still love me, right?” after spilling soup or tripping on a rope. Kiss his dumb forehead. He needs it.

• Will absolutely destroy anyone who hurts you. No hesitation. No mercy. Just confetti and screaming.

• Keeps little things you give him. A ribbon, a note, a shiny button. Hidden in a box under his bed. Never lets anyone see it. But you could.

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Aaaaaw!!!

Just look at Eren! His gaze is still so open and pure (and it hurts so much to know what will happen to him later)

Art commission for a new PFP for a friend of mine, jaeger_tcg. Pikachu and Eren Jaeger!

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I spent a week composing this song and I'm finally happy with it :)

“To My Dearest Disaster”

Cathie’s sandwich-making song

Ohhh I’ve got a clown who wakes up grumpy, His hair’s a mess, his voice all thumpy, He says, “Don’t talk ‘til I’ve had my toast,” But baby, I know what he loves the most.

Not gold, not treasure, not circus fame, Just weird-ass food and calling my name, So I grab the bread and begin my quest: “Let’s feed the man who thinks he’s the best!”

Banana for the sweetness, Chocolate for the soul, Salmon for the chaos, He eats it like a troll.

I’m stacking up this nonsense, But he calls it “culinary art” And I serve it with a kiss From the girl who stole his heart.

He once bit into wasabi pie, Said “it’s spicy love, and I won’t lie, Your cooking’s weird, but so are we, And that’s the kind of romance I need.”

So here’s your sandwich, Chef Cathie’s style, He’ll wink and mutter, “You’re worth the trial,” But I see his smile with every chew, And I know he loves me more than food.

So salmon for the madness, Banana for the flare, Chocolate for the kisses That I plant in his blue hair.

If love had taste? This would be it, A mess, a mix, a perfect fit. My clown, my king, my breakfast muse, Now eat it all, no time to snooze!

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I haven't slept for two days because I was translating a large protocol for clinical trials. And I felt a little sad. I sat down to write nsfw, but I'm not in the mood right now. But I wanted to write something soft, a little solitary. In general, another uninteresting piece of crap) English is not my native language, errors may occur :) Happy Friday! ^_^

“Only the Moon’s Watching”

(light NSFW-coded / drunk kisses / hands that don’t know when to stop)

It was late. The sea was calm, the sails were quiet, and the only sound in the world was the distant lap of water against wood and Buggy’s laugh, sharp and low as he tipped the bottle back again.

You’re both curled up in the crow’s nest. This was your secret little world above the chaos, legs tangled, coat slung over your shoulders, the sky stretching endlessly overhead.

“I swear,” Buggy said, “If that idiot calls me ‘Captain Clowny’ one more time, I’m going to turn his pants. While he’s still wearing them.”

You snorted into the bottle as you took your own swig, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “You’d still be hot.”

“Obviously,” He grinned. “Even in vengeance, I’m sexy.”

Buggy looked at you and his smile softened. The stars glinted in his eyes. His hand drifted lazily to your knee, fingers drawing invisible patterns there.

You noticed and you didn’t stop him.

“Y’know, Y/N,” He murmurs. “When I invited you up here to drink, I didn’t think it’d be this... nice.”

“You’re capable of ‘nice’?” You smiled.

“I’m capable of a lot of things, baby,” Buggy replied softly. “Just... depends who’s asking.”

His fingers crawled a little higher and your breath caught. The bottle shifted in your grip.

Buggy leaned in, slow, unsure, his forehead brushing yours.

“You ever think about kissing me?” He whispered. “Or am I just the drunk idiot in greasepaint tonight?”

“Only every time you laugh,” You murmured, tilting your head.

Buggy kissed you hard, sweet, with that messy kind of hunger that only happens when two people have wanted to for too long. One hand gripped your jaw; the other slide down your back. You groaned into his mouth and he swallowed it greedily.

Buggy's hands wandered not fast, not greedy. Curious. He traced the curve of your waist through your shirt, then slipped underneath. Just enough to feel skin. Just enough to make your pulse jump.

“Fuck, you feel like trouble,” He murmured against your lips.

“Yeah, I'm,” You breathed.

Buggy chuckled, deep and low, kissing your throat now, slow and lazy and dangerous.

“Try to stop me.”

But you didn’t. You just let him kiss your collarbone, your shoulder, his fingers curling at your sides.

“Say the word, Y/N,” He whispered, “And I’ll worship you right here.

You didn't answer. You just pulled him closer. And that’s all he needed. His lips found yours again, deeper this time, slower. The kiss turned molten, teeth grazing, breaths quickening. The bottle rolled away. His coat slipped off your shoulders. Your hands tugged at his shirt. His fingers found the edge of yours. And under the blanket of stars, as the waves rocked the ship and the moon kept silent watch the air filled with laughter, groans, soft curses, and the rustle of clothing sliding out of the way. Nothing more needed to be said. Nothing more needed to be shown.

The sea rocked below. But all you feel was Buggy. His body against yours, his breath in your ear, and that drunk, reckless whisper:

“You’re gonna be the death of me... and I think I’d let you.”