Aftercare (Buggy X GN!Reader)

Im not picky when it comes to height, but somehow all my husbandos are 7 ft smh

How tall is your moon compared to the average Teen?

,,,tal

I’m at the beach rn so I wanted to do a quick drabble with fem!reader x König at the beach. Light suggestive themes.

First of all, König does NOT like the beach. There’s too many people, it’s too loud, it’s hot, not to mention all the stares he gets for being tall, hot, and littered with tattoos and scars. Oh, he also wears one of those black surgical face masks to the beach.

König would never go to the beach on his own accord. You’d have to ask nicely beg him to go to the beach with you. He only agrees because he can’t have you prancing around in your cute little bikini with no big strong man to protect you from all the wandering eyes at the beach

König would pack so much water for you two. He can’t have you getting dehydrated! He would carry a whole cooler full of water bottles. You’d shove some snacks in there too, to feed your grumpy man and thank him for going to the beach with you

König has to be almost dragged to get in the water. He was never much of a water person; all his training is on land. He can’t watch for enemies if he’s playing mermaid with you, come on Schatz! He would absolutely NOT play mermaid, I’m sorry :( come on Schatz, grown men don’t play mermaid

After a while, König would get fed up with the water and go back to your spot. He would watch you the whole time though, making sure you’re not drowning or no one is getting too close. His eyes wouldn’t wander to any other woman but you

After an hour or so, König would demand you get out of the water for a water break. He’d make you drink a whole bottle before going back out to swim.

Oh also sunscreen. König gets really bashful when you have to apply sunscreen to him, but he has no trouble applying it on you. Hell, he has half a mind to paw at your breasts while he’s rubbing the sunscreen into those soft curves. You always bat your lashes innocently at him, and he grumbles and tries not to get a hard on. He also reapplies sunscreen to you every hour. You won’t get sunburn on his watch!

Going to the beach isn’t the most relaxing with König, though you know you’ll be well hydrated and cared for ❤️ and it’s all worth it to König when he gets to take you out to dinner afterwards in your cute post-beach makeup and sundress

Simon Riley being a menace, but subtly…

Simon Riley hiding your keys as an excuse for you to ask him for help. he does it sparingly, every other month or so - he just likes seeing you light up and sigh when he ‘finds them’… he had them in his back pocket for twenty minutes.

Simon Riley purposely putting your favorite snacks somewhere you can’t reach after grocery shopping. it was an honest mistake! he was totally just on autopilot and wasn’t even thinking about it… he’ll get them for you if you say ‘please’.

Simon Riley noticing your phone, forgotten and discarded on a table. he picks it up, doesn’t return it immediately. your phones missing, but Simon’s there to hand it back to you. when you’re going through your camera gallery later that week you notice a wall of photos… Simon, his masked face from different angles, a couple fishbowl lens shots, and then buried in the middle is one of his balaclava tugged up slightly - cracking a small, toothy smile at your camera.

Ghost being a menace, but it’s in your face…

Ghost, who’s walking in front of you, stops suddenly so you smack into his back. dressed in full uniform and bulky, looks over his shoulder and scoffs… “watch where you’re walking.”, pretending this isn’t the fourth time he’s done it today.

Ghost who has his patience running thin when you ignore him. he’s been polite about it, maybe a bit short. you’ve decided to play dumb, get back at him for messing with you, “Didn’t quite catch that, Ghost.”, and he smiles under his balaclava… “That’s alright, we’ll play a little Simon Says then, yeah?”, a low, rumbly chuckle resonating in his chest, “Simon says look at me, lovie.”.

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Word count: ~550 Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x afab!reader, buggy's a total perv, brief mentions of sex, throwing knives is an acceptable act of foreplay, some crossdressing.

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Buggy steals underwear. He's a panty-thief.

The pirate picked up this hobby after you both fucked the first time. He wanted something to remember the night by, so Buggy slipped your underwear into his coat pocket when you weren’t looking. He used those panties to jack off many many times afterwards.

The next heist was the day you two barely had a moment together. Every time you thought you could sneak away, every time you found a quiet corner, every time you were about to tear off each other’s clothes, there was an interruption. When it was finally time to fuck, your panties were soaked. Sopping. It was like the ocean herself found a new home. When you finally pulled off your underwear, there was a thread of slick connecting your dripping cunt to your panties and Buggy was entranced. When you weren’t looking, Buggy licked your panties. The taste of your essence soaked into the fabric nearly made him explode in his own hands. He didn’t plan to steal these, but you forgot to grab them when you hurried out the next morning and he conveniently forgot to give them back.

Then there was the lacy lingerie you bought. You didn’t tell him, but you picked red because it reminded you of his nose. This was the set that he got off your body by throwing his knives. (It was consensual foreplay, okay?) You didn’t want to keep the destroyed items, but Buggy did. He liked how they smelled like you.

The next pair was a surprise to you both. The panties were simple, not particularly sexy or exciting. They were comfortable and soft. Buggy liked how you looked wearing them and he was curious. Would they look as cute on him? He tried them on one day and thought they sorta looked good. He wasn’t sure, so he put them back. A few days later, he tried them on again. The panties did look nice. The fabric hugged his ass like it did yours. But they are yours, so he put them back. Another few days passed and this time you were wearing the underwear. Buggy threw out an offhand comment about being jealous of how good they look on you, so you offered to let him try. He tried to decline, but really did want to put them on again. So he did. And you agreed with the thoughts in Buggy's head - he looked good in those panties. Now they’re his.

He stole another pair of underwear at the urge of a clever thought. Buggy had the bright idea to sew some of the fabric into one of his gloves. A dirty little secret just for him. One crafternoon later and he had the filthy accessory ready. It only took a day to realize it was not a clever thought. It was a clever fantasy that should have not been brought to life. All he could think about was how the fabric on his palm was the same fabric that touched your pussy. No other thoughts could survive in that filthy gutter, so he retired those gloves and went back to panty-less hands.

He stole the most recent pair out of necessity. And to fuck with you. Having misplaced his bandana (or so he claimed), Buggy stole one of your thongs and used it to tie up his hair. He  made sure you saw him do it, but fled with a cackle before you could snatch the garment off his head. No one would be able to tell, but it would irritate you all day. Frustrations that Buggy planned to help relieve you of later.

Buggy steals panties. But only because you let him. ❤️

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A/N: The way I would slap Buggy's panty-clad ass and worship that sweet clown 😩❤️

Captain Buggy 🥰🥰🥰

Tokoyami fanart

Self-conscious dadbod Buggy who has countless accessories to distract from his gut.

Fit and toned Buggy who peels off clothing at a moments notice.

Dirty pirate Buggy who sweats profusely under his leather fucking pants and a heavy ass coat.

Buggy who stays clean and is meticulous about washing and conditioning his long lush hair.

Confused Buggy who just can't seem to charm people. Even if he's a performer, he can't help but fail at this role.

Completely oblivious Buggy who effortlessly oozes charisma. Panties are dropping and masts are rising wherever he goes.

when buggy likes someone, he writes cringey poetry like a smitten teenager.

Ghost has been gone for months...

Six months, to be exact.

When he finally gets home it's late at night, well over midnight. All the lights are off, no sound coming from anywhere.

He wonders if you've started moving on. Wonders if your feelings have started fading.

He slips his shoes off and makes his way into your shared bedroom. You're sound asleep in your bed, on his side even though his scent has long since left those sheets.

He undresses and slides in beside you, gentle not to wake you. His head hits the pillow and he sighs as your familiar scent enters his nostrils.

He drapes an arm around you and freezes when his hand lands on your belly.

Your very swollen belly. And he feels a kick right back against his palm.

"Welcome home, Si."