#guggy

[joltobryh]

[deathbyclown]

Big Bottom Blaster Pairing: Buggy x Mr.3 (Galdino) Rating: Explicit Words: 2800

This is inspired by @namaeekaki’s art, and very specifically this comic. I saw this and I thought it was so funny, and then I thought it was hot, so I wrote this lmao.

Summary: Buggy seduces Mr. 3 into fucking him, despite the late hour. And then with his fat ass he crushes Mr. 3’s hips to dust 😔

Notes: established relationship, riding, anal sex, dirty talk (its literally just porn without plot).

AO3 Link 

“C’mon partner, I’ve been so good all week!” Buggy nuzzled his face into Mr. 3’s neck, his skin warm and slightly sticky with sweat, the alcohol they’d been slowly drinking throughout the evening was starting to catch up with him. Buggy’s hand travelled over Mr. 3’s chest, playfully tugging at the buttons of his shirt. 

“We should really go to bed early, you know Sir Crocodile will beat you if you’re late to the morning meeting again.” He tried to warn but his face heated as Buggy pressed a soft kiss to his neck, his hot tongue not far behind, licking over his pulse point, teeth grazing him as he travelled up to his jaw. 

Mr. 3 let out a sigh, a mix of frustration and pleasure.  

“Mmm, but I need you.” Buggy whined, his voice breathy, his lips moving against his ear. He tugged at his earlobe with his teeth and Mr. 3’s eyes fluttered shut. He couldn’t help the pleasurable rush of arousal he felt from Buggy’s words. He threaded his fingers through his hair, his hand cupping the back of Buggy’s head, forcing him to meet his eyes. Buggy’s eyes were half-lidded, a playful grin on his lips. 

“Tell me what you need from me.” Mr. 3 murmured, his eyes not leaving Buggy’s soft lips. 

“I need you to fuck me.” 

So vulgar. Mr. 3 sucked in a soft breath and Buggy continued, leaning closer. 

“I need your lips.” Buggy pressed a firm kiss to Mr. 3’s lips, his tongue darting out at the last moment before he pulled away. Mr. 3’s lips parted, ready to speak, but Buggy kept going. 

“I need your fingers.” He pulled one of Mr.3’s hands up and pressed little kisses to his fingertips. 

“I need your dick.” Buggy slid down his body, onto his knees in front of him, mouthing the front of his pants. 

Mr.3’s let out a shuddering breath, his hand going to the top of Buggy’s head. Buggy gave him an impish grin from between his legs, his hand rubbing him, making his dick swell. 

“F-fine. But we should make it quick so we can get to bed at a reasonable time.” He said it more to convince himself rather than to remind Buggy. He knew Buggy was barely listening, already unbuttoning Mr.3’s pants, his hand reaching in to cup and squeeze him. And Mr.3 couldn’t be bothered to really think of tomorrow when Buggy pulled him from his underwear and kissed his half-hard shaft. He wrapped his lips around him and pulled him into his warm mouth, swallowing him to the base, his round nose pressed into neatly trimmed pubic hair. (Shaped into a 3 of course) 

Mr.3 tightened his grip in Buggy’s hair, his head falling back. But he couldn’t keep his eyes off of Buggy for long. He glanced down and met Buggy’s bright blue eyes, gleaming, his red lips stretched around him. Mr.3 let out a sharp breath through his nose, fighting against his eyelids that wanted to slide closed. 

Buggy’s tongue curled around dick, licking and sucking, bringing him to full hardness. But he didn’t stop there. He kept bobbing, moving faster, his hands holding onto his thighs. Buggy’s mouth felt so hot, the feeling of his throat swallowing around him bringing him closer and closer to his climax. 

Mr.3 tugged at Buggy’s hair, making him whine around his cock, bobbing faster. That wasn’t what he wanted but Mr.3 felt like he couldn’t say a word, his throat working to stifle his sounds of pleasure. 

“Buggy.” He bit out hoarsely, tugging harder at his hair. 

Buggy gave another shameless moan, wetly slurping as he pulled off of Mr.3’s cock. He looked up at him with glazed eyes, darkened with lust, his mouth red and shiny. 

Mr.3 swallowed hard, his cock twitching, wondering for a moment if he should’ve just let Buggy continue. 

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you? If you keep going I can’t give you what you need.” Mr.3 reminded him, his hand trailing through Buggy’s hair, down to his cheek to stroke a thumb over his stubble. 

Buggy whimpered, nodding profusely, turning his face to press a kiss to Mr.3’s palm. 

“I need you.” Buggy panted and gripped his cock, which tented the front of his red outfit. 

“Then get the lube so I can get you ready.” 

Buggy climbed onto Mr.3’s lap, wrapping his arms around his neck, pressing sticky kisses to his lips. Buggy’s ass rubbed against Mr.3’s leaking cock, the velvety fabric an odd sensation after the slick wetness of Buggy’s mouth. 

Mr.3 broke off the kiss and Buggy continued to kiss his cheeks and jaw and neck. 

“Aren’t you going to get the lube?” Mr.3 tried to remind him but was surprised to see Buggy reach between the couch cushions to pull out a bottle of lube. He waved it in front of his face with a smug grin, looking very proud of himself. 

“Wait a moment. Has that been there the whole time? Or did you just put that there this evening?” Mr.3 turned the bottle over in his hand, trying to piece together when a Buggy would’ve put it there. 

“I keep lube in so many places around the island. You never know when you might need to get dicked down.” Buggy gave him a wink and pecked his cheek. 

“You are so shameless.” He huffed, not wanting to think about where Buggy might’ve hidden lube in case they decided to have sex outside the bedroom. 

“Gyahahaha! I know you like it.” Buggy rubbed himself on Mr.3’s dick, still hard and pressing against him. 

“Th-that’s beside the point.” Mr.3’s cheeks turned pink, glancing off to the side. 

Buggy just gave him a self-assured smile, sliding out of his clothes until he was only in his underwear back on Mr.3’s lap, kissing him and unbuttoning his shirt. 

He let Buggy undress him, his disembodied hands stripping him down to nothing. Mr.3’s lips found Buggy’s neck, biting and sucking as his hands grabbed two handfuls of Buggy’s ass. 

The clown moaned, the sound vibrating against Mr.3’s lips. He placed his hands overtop of Mr.3’s, making him grip Buggy harder. 

“More.” He panted, his hand pushing Mr.3’s to the cleft of his ass. 

Mr.3 bit off a groan, letting out a sharp breath through his nose. “So needy.” he huffed into Buggy’s hair, his hands squeezing Buggy. “What would you do if I wasn’t here to fuck you?” 

Buggy rolled his hips, grinding down on Mr. 3’s cock. “I don’t have to worry about that, you’ll always be here for me, right, buddy?” Buggy grinned down at him, his cheeks pink, his lipstick smeared over his mouth and Mr. 3 could already imagine how much of that red lipstick was already all over his face and neck. 

“You shouldn’t be so obvious about something selfish like that.” Mr. 3 chastised, hips thrusting up, holding tightly onto Buggy’s soft ass. He knew he shouldn’t be giving Buggy exactly what he wanted. He already had such a big head, such an ego, but he couldn’t help it. Buggy drove him crazy, in more ways than one. And he didn’t have room to criticize him, he was like Buggy in some ways, selfish; Mr.3 wanted him, his body, his touch, those teasing words. He just had more sense and decorum to not be so vocal about it. 

“Mmm, but it’s true. You’re the only one who knows how to take care of me.” Buggy said lowly, his hands moving to cup Mr.3’s cheeks. Their eyes met and Buggy leaned in. “You like taking care of me don’t you, Galdino?” Buggy murmured against his lips, his tongue dipping in before Mr.3 could even respond. 

But he knew the answer, they both did. 

Yes  

Buggy broke away from the kiss and slid off his underwear, grabbing Galdino’s hand and squeezing lube onto his fingers. He brought Mr.3’s hand behind him, trying to get him to hurry up. 

“Are you sure you want me to do this, seems like you could do it yourself.” He huffed, his fingers running between his cheeks, brushing over Buggy’s rim. 

“Yes! Please, I need you.” Buggy begged, pushing out his ass to try and feel more of Mr.3’s fingers. Galdino sucked in a breath, knowing he was being manipulated by Buggy, but he couldn’t help the lust he felt for his needy clown. He wanted to please him. He pushed a single finger into Buggy, who was very vocal about it. 

Mr.3 tried not to let Buggy’s sounds get to him, but it was hard when he was whimpering and moaning and panting right above him, making the most beautiful expressions. He had the fleeting thought of wanting to capture Buggy’s likeness while he looked like this. He was captivating, everything about him demanded his attention. 

He added a second finger, and Buggy was just as loud, his dick bobbing as he tried to ride the fingers inside of him. 

“More, please. Need you. Need your dick. I need to feel every inch of you. Want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.” Buggy babbled, nothing but a stream of filth as Mr.3 fingered him open. 

Galdino moaned softly, moving his fingers faster inside of him. He wanted to give Buggy everything he asked for and more. His cock dribbled precum, aching to be inside of Buggy, but he knew if he didn’t stretch him properly he’d complain about it for days and make it Galdino’s problem. He learned his lesson a long time ago.

He did what he could to distract himself, and Buggy, while he spread him open. He mouthed at Buggy’s chest, teeth sinking into the skin around his nipple, tongue flicking and swirling over the nub. Buggy’s hands tugged at Mr.3’s hair, yanking hard as he pushed a third finger into Buggy. 

“Fuck!” Buggy yelled, his legs trembling as he kept them spread on Mr.3’s lap, his hand clutching at the three atop his head. He pulled and pushed at his head, trying to direct his mouth over his chest. Mr.3 let himself be guided, teeth and tongue trailing over Buggy’s skin while his fingers scissored and curled. 

“I’m going to ride you so fucking hard, you have no idea. I’m gonna ride you until you’re cumming dry, until I’m stuffed full.” Buggy rushed out hotly, his eyes so dark there was barely any blue left. 

Mr.3 let out a groan, pulling out his fingers, smacking Buggy’s ass with both hands before he grabbed it. Buggy crashed their lips together, their kisses all tongue and teeth. Mr.3 fumbled with the lube, trying to squeeze it onto his dick while Buggy sucked his tongue. 

He ended up getting a lot on his thigh but it didn’t matter. He made himself slick, stroking his cock and pressed the head to Buggy’s entrance. 

“Yes! Need this fucking dick.” Buggy bit at his lip, eyes sliding closed as he sank down. Despite all the stretching, Buggy still felt tight, he felt slick and hot, gripping him and then relaxing as he pulled him deeper and deeper inside. 

Mr.3 gripped his soft hips, his fingers sinking into his plush flesh, trying to slow Buggy down. But he couldn’t be deterred, bottoming out faster than was wise. He was always so impatient. 

Buggy’s forehead glistened with sweat, his hands holding onto Mr.3’s shoulders for leverage. He gave him a cheeky smile and rolled his hips, grinding in Mr.3’s lap. 

Mr.3 breathed out harshly through his nose, sweat beading on his own forehead, his hands moving from Buggy’s hips to his ass, grabbing his cheeks. He wanted Buggy to move, his weight pressing him into the couch, digging into his bones, but he didn’t want to rush him either. 

Buggy whimpered, hips lifting and coming back down, slow at first, picking up speed until he was bouncing in Mr.3’s lap. Every time his ass met Mr.3’s hips and thighs, he pushed him harder and harder into the couch. Mr.3 could barely catch his breath, unable to keep up with Buggy’s pace, feeling stifled by him, consumed by him. Buggy held onto him tightly, their hot breath mingling as sweat dripped down their bodies. 

“Buggy,” Mr.3 rasped, “I’m close.” 

Buggy didn’t let up, bouncing on his lap so hard his hips started to ache, their skin slapping loudly together. He held onto to Buggy’s hips, trying to hold off on his orgasm, doing everything in his power to focus on not cumming. 

“Buggy.” Mr.3 warned, his voice strained, his eyes squeezed shut. 

“Go ahead, fill me up. I told you I’m going to milk you dry.” Buggy said between harsh breaths. 

Mr.3’s head fell back with a moan as he spilled inside of Buggy, giving him what he wanted.  

“Mmm, yeah fucking fill me.” Buggy hissed. 

He slowed down, rolling his hips, as if savoring the feel of Mr.3, or perhaps trying to give him some reprieve. But it still felt like too much; Mr.3 stayed hard after cumming inside of Buggy, his dick feeling achy and overstimulated. He grit his teeth, his hands clawing at Buggy’s hips, trying to will away the ache. 

The reprieve did not last long, Buggy’s impatience winning out, and he picked up the pace, moaning and whining as he bounced, his hand dropping between them to stroke himself. In spite of himself, Mr.3’s cock pulsed with arousal. Between the physical stimulation and the sight and sound of Buggy, he started building toward another orgasm. 

He clutched onto Buggy’s ass, kneading and squeezing his cheeks, unable to do much more than that as Buggy fucked him into the couch. Buggy hammered him harder and harder, his thighs and hips straining to support his weight, his force. But he didn’t want him to stop, the pleasure of Buggy’s tight heat too good. 

“Again, cum in me again.” Buggy pleaded, his hand squeezing the base of his cock, trying to stave off his orgasm. 

“Greedy.” Mr.3 grumbled, hips trying to thrust up to meet Buggy’s ass. Buggy’s lips pulled up into a smile for a moment before returning to his expression of concentration.  

But he couldn’t help but give Buggy exactly what he wanted. Mr.3 let out a broken cry, pressing his lips together to stifle the sound, his cock pulsing so intensely, almost painfully, as he came inside of Buggy a second time. 

“Ohhh fuck yessss.” Buggy moaned, his hand jerking his cock, hot spurts of cum shooting out onto both of their bellies. 

He collapsed onto Mr.3, their skin damp with sweat and cum, body hair brushing and sticking to one another as Buggy pressed into him, resting his head on his shoulder. He panted into his neck, pressing lazy kisses to whatever skin he could reach. 

They sat there cooling down, catching their breath, Mr.3 tracing soft circles over Buggy’s back. Buggy sighed into his neck, kissing up to his jaw and to his lips. They languidly kissed, Galdino’s hands moving up to brush through Buggy’s hair. Buggy held onto him for a little longer and then eased off of him, oozing cum as he stood, his legs trembling. 

Mr.3 tried to follow him, getting onto his feet before falling back onto the couch, his legs and hips seizing. 

“Whatsa matter?” Buggy asked as he cleaned himself, giving Mr.3 a confused raise of his brow. 

“My hips are killing me.” Mr.3 said with a groan as he tried to stretch his legs. 

“Geez, did I ride you that hard?” Buggy hovered over him, rubbing his hips and thighs. 

“I’ll be alright, I just need a moment.” Mr.3 sighed, wanting to get up so he could clean off. 

“Gyahahaha! Guess you can’t handle my Big Bottom Blaster!” Buggy grinned at him, smacking his ass at Mr.3. 

“Your what?” Mr.3 sat up on his elbows, his face scrunched in distaste. 

“My Big Bottom Blaster! That’s what I’ve named my new move! I’ve taken out exactly one power user with it!” He snickered, tapping Mr.3 on the forehead before sitting down on the couch by his feet, still naked. 

“Don’t call it that.” Mr.3 said, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. 

“Whatever you say, partner! Hey, you think you could grab me a snack when you’re done?” 

Mr.3 let out a long beleaguered sigh. They were never going to get to bed on time.

[adharafirenze]

Some of my virgin prunes gifs! Taken from the performance ‘decline and fall’ :> enjoy <3

[leaawrites]

Poetry Confessions

Elijah Hewson x fem!reader

Summary: writing poetry with Eli.

Wordcount: 0.9k

TW: none

A little appreciation post and a (late) happy birthday to one of my favourite irish lads, Elijah Bob Patricius Guggi Q Hewson.

Masterlist

Softly the rain outside played a melody she wanted to capture but just didn’t know how. It was such a sweet, soft sound that couldn’t be described in words. It was a echo but nothing more. Some sensual beating of natures heart. How could you capture a heartbeat?

The door creaked open and was shut close shortly after. Eli carrying in two mugs for the two of them. Both filled with the tea of their preference. The smoke of it was dancing through the air before dissolving into nothing. Cooling off.

He put them on his table before turning around to talk to the girl, who was sitting on his bed, about the song they were just about to write.

He invited her over to his after reading a bit of her poetry by what you could call rather an accident than for the reason of her offering it to him. Rob had given it to him, explaining that it was from a friend and that he should hold the papers for him while he set up his bass. The words memorized him and he could imagine a rhythm behind it. It was as if they were his own, but at the same time they weren’t. They told a story he saw himself in but he wasn’t the main character. They felt like one. Sharing a mind.

After talking to Rob about it and inviting her to a band practice before going to his home, she agreed to work with them. At first, she was mad at Rob for just handing the papers out like they were free advertisement and embarrassed that someone else besides her closest friends read her most conscious thoughts, but the lads were nice and she quickly bonded with them, which made her appreciate it a little more. Plus, she was now actively working together with people that she was convinced had a great future in front of them. For most people, you could tell if they were gonna be stars in their future at the mere age of 17, but with them, you just knew.

“What are you thinking about?” Eli asked, sitting down next to her. His eyes switched between her profile and the world outside his window. He watched the rain but to him it was a rather ordinary thing to admire.

“It’s beautiful. The rain, I mean. It’s so loud but so gentle,” she explained, turning her head to look at him. “I’ve tried writing about it, but I never really got to capture it’s beauty quite like I hoped to. It always seemed off.”

He had never heard anyone talk about nature like that - besides Bobby’s endless speeches about birds. But that - the rain and it’s magic - he understood it - not like the birds. He just sat there and watched her like he couldn’t comprehend she was real. What a mind, he thought.

“I think you can’t capture the most beautiful things in something like words or pictures. Reality is always more fascinating,” he answered, watching her to make her understand what he was referring to. Her.

“I don’t think that’s true,” she argued, pulling her legs up to sit cross legged opposite him.

Eli did the same, turning so he could look at her fully. “Then how do you explain your struggle with writing about rain?”

She shrugged. “Maybe I’m just bad.”

“When you’re bad then I’m horrible. No, even worse than horrible. A total disaster,” he joked, making her laugh. “You wanna test it?”

“How?” She asked, intrigued by his offer.

“We each write one poem about something that we find semi beautiful and one thing that we are fascinated by. Then we see which one is better,” he explained his idea.

“That’s not gonna work,” she said.

“You don’t even wanna try? Party popper,” he said, looking bored at her.

She laughed at his behavior before finally agreeing to his offer. “Which one do we write first?”

“The semi beautiful,” he decided.

Getting paper and two pens, he hands her what she needs before they both think and create.

“I say, we write the other one now and then we compare them together,” she said after they both finished writing their first poem.

They kept on writing, letting their creative stream lead them where they went with their poem. Y/n noticed, how every 2 seconds, Eli would look up at her and watch her for a moment before continuing writing.

“Can you please stop looking at me?” She asked, feeling small under his gaze.

He was still writing, so when he heard her talk he quickly looked up. “Sorry, what?” He asked, still half immersed in his lines and verses. Not expecting her to voice anything while concentrating.

“I don’t like when people look at me when I write, so could you please stop that?” She asked him.

She didn’t want to be rude, but she felt uncomfortable when she knew someone was watching her while she was willing to write about something personal. It was a nagging feeling she couldn’t shake off. Some distaste she imagined reflecting in their eyes, disgust of her mind. Some sort of making fun of her while writing. She felt insecure with the knowing of eyes watching her, afraid she might fail in front of them.

“Can’t do,” he said, deciding to just shoot his shot. Now or never, right?

“Why not?” She asked, putting her pen down on her paper and looking at him.

“I have to focus on my subject while writing.”

[stormkpr]

My friend @guggi04 made some fanart for me, for my birthday!! It's a lovely companion to my fic Love Once, Love Fiercely. Thank you, Guggi!

[heathens-child]

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

It’s true though! You used to be more “pure” and “innocent” before we started dating! I’ve corrupted my little snowdrop! Hehe

[testure-1988]

Guggi

By Inge Bekkers

[all-rock-and-roll-is-homosexual]

Virgin Prunes,1983

[martine-d-u-t-o-t]

[guggi04]

Babe, wake up. New OT3 just dropped.

Jure.

In a Jance sandwich🥪

[namaeekaki]

can we have some crocodino 🙈

👇 yo u come to my house ............and offend my family like this..

[homoangel]

did /i/ play god?? 👉👈 oopsies hihi

[adharafirenze]

Guggi being a dilf 🙏🙏

[leaawrites]

I knew Eli wasn't the tallest out of all the lads, but him fitting into a briefcase wasn't something I expected.

[funeraldasrosas]

Virgin Prunes (1979)

photo by David Corio

[tragic-vaudeville]

Ian McCulloch's gorgeous WHAT-