#Alvida x female reader

[gingernut1314]

Oh, you have got to tell me a little / share a some about the Alvida one. I am bi and I've got needs.

Oh boy, well then are you in for a wild ride 😂

This little one-shot is a request I got...a while ago...It's almost done I just have to finish it off

This fic will get a nice spiced kicked to it, I just need to write it lol

Pink and Glitter: Alvida x F!Reader Summary: On a night out with your friend, you make the mistake of running into the fearsome pirate captain Alvida. A mistake that leaves you utterly enthralled by the Lady Pirate.

You were not one to have one-night stands. It had never interested you, never even crossed your mind as an option. You needed that connection, that sense of knowing exactly who you were with before ever thinking about heading to the bedroom.

At least, that’s what you had always told yourself--what you’d always practiced. But failed relationship after failed relationship had begun to wear on you. 

Especially after your most recent breakup with a man who had called you the only one for him, and you had believed it, only to discover he had been married for years. Been married and had done this multiple times before. 

It had made you sick and now your taste for relationships had soured fully. 

And instead of laying in bed crying over how stupid you had been, your friend had dragged you to the local bar saying you needed to get laid--a statement you agreed fully on. 

The bar was packed to near capacity. Full of men and few women drinking and partying away. 

“Pirates,” the bartender, who lived in the apartment just below yours, had told the two of you when you finally made it past the gathered crowd and to the bar. He handed you two your drinks, too busy to elaborate further. 

“Maybe pirates aren’t the best pick-me-up.” Your friends said, worry in her voice. You waved her off, taking gulp after gulp of your beer. The barely, almost salty liquid hit your tongue and you almost gagged. Beer had never been your first choice of drink, but seeing as it was the only thing here you could afford multiple rounds of, it would have to do.

“Some might say they are the perfect pick-me-up.” Another large gulp of your drink. “Mysterious and always out to sea. I wouldn’t have to worry about seeing them ever again.”

“They are also ruthless criminals. Wanted by the government.” Your friend hissed your way, her voice going quiet as a large scarred-up, obvious pirate-looking man walked past you two. “Oh and not just criminals--killers.” You waved her off again. 

“I want to get fucked tonight. Ruthlessly. Who better to do it than some ruthless pirate?” You said earning a groan from your friend. 

“Just don’t get yourself killed, please. I’d have to find a new best friend.” You gave her a slight shove with your arm as you scanned over the options upon options walking around, drunk out of their minds. 

You didn’t want to sleep with someone too drunk. That was one of your only requirements for tonight's escapades. And you found one such candidate standing with two other men. Tall and blond and able to stand upright, he was quite handsome, though his goatee knocked a few points off. 

“Oo. He’s hot.” Your friend said, having followed your gaze. 

“Yeah. So are his friends. One for me, one for you.” You said, taking another large gulp of your drink. 

“And what about the poor man who gets left out?” You shrugged, flashing your friend a teasing smile. 

“Maybe one of us can win two over.” She gave a gasping laugh, shoving you right back. 

“Who are you and where has my friend gone?” 

“She’s standing outside in the rain. Bit of a wet blanket.” You both giggled, before starting over to the men you had locked your sights on. 

A flash of pink and glitter had just crossed your vision before you were running into a solid body. The rest of your drink spilled over the front of glittery pink, while glittery pink’s drink--which had been very much full--spilled all over you.

Silence washed through the bar. A deadly silence. One that had goosebumps rising along your skin. Goosebumps that told your body to run--that this was some predator ready to clamp their glittery jaws around your neck and bite down hard. 

Your friend cursed behind you on a whimper. She spoke a name you hardly even heard. A name that spilled out of the lips of every non-pirate in this establishment. 

Alvida. 

Iron Mace Alvida.

Alvida, The Lady Pirate.

These meant--nothing to you. That name, those titles, had never graced your ears. But if you did know one thing, it was that pirates hated to be unknown. You had seen someone killed in this very bar for that mistake, calling the pirate by the name of a some famous traveling clown far from the pirating profession. 

You turned your head upward and felt your stomach give a little flutter like a thousand butterflies had wormed their way into your body. Fluttering around in response to the woman who towered over you. Towered over you with deep brown eyes that looked so--murderous. So dangerous. Like she would kill you without a seconds thought, sneezing the life from you between those sharp, red nail painted fingers. Red-nails that were wrapped around a very large, very threatening iron mace. 

She wore a black cowgirl hat, a pink strip around the base, that sat on top of her black, neatly curled hair. Hair that looked so taken of and so soft. Hair that framed her round face, which was done up in skillful make-up that put your own to shame. 

Make-up that hardly had you seeing the pissed-off snarl she was baring down at you. One that only promised pain and suffering. 

You were quick to forget about that man with that goatee and his two other friends. Quick to forget about your ex or any ex before him. 

This is who you wanted to have your fun with. Your one-night stand. That is, if she even found you attractive enough. If she was into you in that way. If she was going to kill you in the next few seconds you were spending gawking up at her in all her pink and glitter glory.  

Your friend grabbed hold of your hand, spewing apology after apology at the woman towering over you. Offering to pay for her drink, to pay for multiple drinks, as she tried to pull you away. 

You didn’t let her. You stood glued to your spot, yanking your hand away from your friends who gave another little whimper. 

Alvdia seemed to hardly hear your friend because she leaned in closer, that snarl never leaving those red-painted lips. Lips so plump you needed to feel them on your own. 

“You just spilled a drink on me--knocked my drink out of my hand. I just bought that.” She hissed. This close to her, you could smell the floral perfume she wore. Smell the aftermath of a long bath and just the slightest tang of the beer you had spilled on her. It was so--intoxicating. “Do you know who I am?” 

You nodded despite your not knowing, running your fingertips up that iron mace she was sure to use on you if you didn’t move very, very carefully. Her dark eyes tracked your movements. Movements that seemed to make that boiling anger falter. 

“Such a strong, fearsome, stunning lady as yourself? I would have to be a fool not to know who you were.” And a fool you were. A fool who was flirting with a pink and glitter-covered killer. A killer who would kill you without a second thought if your flirtations didn’t work. 

“Please, my friend is right, let me buy you a drink--two.” You said, allowing your voice to become soft and pleasant. You moved closer, your fingers brushing ever so lightly over her tanned skin. Skin was so warm it was as if it had soaked up the very sun she must be in all day while out at sea. “Let me make it up to you. Anyway I can.” You willed your voice to become honey-dripped. To try and pull her in and get her stuck in its sticky pools. 

A low chuckle spilled from her painted lips. A chuckle that turned near bellowing as those lips pulled up into a wicked smile. 

“Who is the most fearsome pirate on the seas?” She shouted, questioning the surrounding pirates. 

“Captain Alvida!” They cheered. Her dark eyes found you again, a smirk on her lips. 

“And you?” You gave a nod, brushing her hand again. 

“Yes. Captain Alvida is the most fearsome pirate on the seas.” That smirk only grew wider, a little laugh that had your stomach fluttering all over again spilling from her lips.

“I like you…KOBY!” She shouted and almost instantly a skinny, pink-haired boy, looking so nervous he might pass out, came to her side.

[heartpiratedrabbles]

Insecurities

Prompt: Buggy with all his insecurities pushes you away on your 1 year anniversary

NSFW

~ Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Buggy X Fem Reader

You hummed happily looking down at your creation, it had been a scrapbook of all the adventures with your lover throughout the year. You can’t quite say the two of you are dating, Buggy had always refused the outright commitment. But it wasn’t a secret that when he started sleeping with you he had stopped looking for one-night stands, nor was it a secret that when another person looked at you they would befall injury soon after. And for now, you were content with just being close to him.

        As you flip through the pages you can’t help but smile at all the memories, the small pictures, notes, and knickknacks that could be glued down seemed like an organized mess. Alvida, despite her cold exterior had helped you put it all together and helped with distracting Buggy when he’d come looking for you. After your final flip through you gingerly close the book, placing it in a box, and wrap it in striped paper, topping it with a bow.

        Throughout the year Buggy had his ups and downs, you learned quickly what topics to avoid, and while he went crazy for you, you could always tell he kept himself at a distance. The sex was wild and he’d like to leave marks on your body to make sure any wandering eyes knew you were taken, but any words of affirmation would make him withdraw for a couple days. You were hoping that now that it had been a full year he would realize you were serious about this, even if he refused to commit fully to the title.

        You walk towards the Captains room that you two had shared at this point for a couple months. You still had a hammock and chest in the females quarters but more often than not the Captain would pull you to his bed, refusing to let you go.

        As you get into the room you close the door and start getting ready for the other gift you had prepared, a rather skimpy jester outfit with lingerie underneath. You knew how much he liked to undress you, teasing you every so slowly piece by piece. The anticipation of what was to come had started to make you wet. You push your thoughts to the side as you continue to prepare the room, candles dimly lit the room and you placed the wrapped gift on the clown vanity before going to the bed. Buggy’s meeting should be ending any minute now and you're sure Alvida had hinted at him to find you.

        As you get comfortable you grab the fluffy handcuffs he had jokingly bought a while back and silk ribbon, tying it around your eyes before restraining yourself. You lay down, arms above your head, impatiently waiting for what was to come.

~~~

        Buggy was angry, the meeting with Crocodile and Mihawk hadn’t gone as planned. They had made jabs at his nose and how he runs his Delivery Service. On top of all that Alvida kept making snide remarks about looking for Y/N. And the thought of you also made him frustrated, you never acted how he thought you would.

        Buggy took his time prodding you and pushing you over time, and every single time you had come back with a smile. At some point, Buggy had been worried about you running away without notice and demanded you stay in his room and you did so without complaint. He couldn’t understand when you’d snap.

        He had rejected you countless times, refusing to truly make you his right-hand man, on the other hand, he did buy you gifts every so often to keep you close. Maybe you just wanted the items, the treasures, the fame. His mind couldn’t wrap around how you would stay with him. As he was grumbling walking into his room he is frozen at the sight in front of him.

        Candles barely lighting up the delicious scene in front of him. You looked absolutely helpless there on the bed. Your knees together, slightly rubbing your thighs against each other, your face flushed and lips slightly parted with small mewls coming out. Your hands, restrained by the joke gift he bought months ago, your arms slightly moving to get more comfortable.

        Buggy quietly close the door behind him, watching as he can see your thought process, moving your hands down to touch yourself but just barely stopping in time and moving them back above your head. Buggy grinned, knowing you hadn’t realized he was there yet, a slowly went to the bed.

        Buggy noticed the outfit your wearing resembling that of a jester, but also noticed how your shorts were un-buttoned, clearly from you let your desire got the best of you.

As you rub your thighs together again, for any friction, you decide to give up on waiting, and fully let your desires get the best of you. But as you move your hands down, you feel a hand forcefully pin your hands above your head while another grips your thigh fiercely.

You let a gasp out at the sudden touch before trying to grind down onto the hand. “Ruining my present princess?” The fierce tone of Buggy’s voice came as he moved his hand to your hips, holding you in place and you feel the bed dip and him straddle you, “Well that won’t do at all~” You groan, feeling him bite at your collar bone, “It’s like you want to be punished.” He emphasize his words with a slight thrust forward, and you can feel how hard he is through the layers of clothes.

“B-Buggy please~” You try to meet his hips with your own and you can just hear him ‘tsk’ above you. Opting to attach the handcuffs to the head board, truly trapping your hands above your head and you to the bed.

Buggy slowly spreads your legs, hiking your own around his thighs so you can’t close them and begins his torment of fondling you. Slowly brushing a hand against the bare skin of your neck while the other teases at the edge of your shorts, all the while you squirm to get anything more. “You know you’re not supposed to play with yourself unless I’m here, doll~” Buggy coons before biting your neck. He rocked his hips forward before moving his hand by your shorts up to the edge of your shirt that was much closer to being a glorified bra than anything else. He trailed his up towards your breast, gripping it harshly. His other hand trailing to your moaning mouth, “Suck.” You feel 2 fingers intrude in your mouth as you wrap you lips around them, swirling your tongue, thoroughly coating the two digits.  

Buggy groans at the feeling, “Good girl” as you continue to suck his other hand leaves your boob and soon enough you can feel a blade gently caress the skin of your stomach, making you shudder. “Now tell me Doll, how long were you here” Buggy muttered, leaving a trail of hickies up your neck. He removed his fingers from your mouth, opting to place his hand right at the top of your shorts, where they had remained unbuttoned from when you were alone.

“Since your meeting started,” You could feel his gaze on you even if you couldn’t see, “Please Buggy, I’ve been waiting for so long” You added, which seemed to please your Captain. He kissed you deeply as his two fingers swirled around your clit making you groan into the kiss. You could feel the blade slowly cut through your top on bra, so much for him undressing you, you thought. You grinded you hips into his fingers, wanting more. He lets you breathe for a second, “Buggy, baby, please I want you” you begged as you became completely topless.

You heard Buggy hum a bit before removing his hand from where you wanted him the most, “But that would be too easy Y/N,” You could hear his smirk in his voice. In one fell motion you felt him cut your shorts and panties off, you felt the blade gingerly swipe across your folds, the cool metal causing a moan to escape your lips before you heard it be thrown across the room. “Look at how wet you are for me” He cooed, both hands on your hips as he lowered his head towards your entrance.

You felt his nose bump against your clit and his hot breath against you but he stayed stilled. You groan and roll you hips up trying to get any form of contact but his hands hold you down. “C-Captain Please. I want- I need you,” You begin begging, feeling tears of frustration fill your eyes, “Please Buggy.” You try to rock your hips up again to no avail.

“Well if you wanted it that badly,” His lips barely brushing against you as he speaks, “All you had to do was ask.” And we that he plunges his tongue inside you. You cry out in pleasure and try to release your hands from the restraints. You couldn’t see anything, but you could feel everything so much more because of it, the swirl of his togue hitting a bundle of nerves before darting back inside, sucking with the perfect amount of pressure.

It wasn’t long before you could feel your climax coming, “Buggy I’m gonna cum,” You mewled out. “Please let me cum” You added, knowing how much he loved it but to your disappointment he withdrew.

“Not yet doll,” He trailed a line of wet kisses up your body until he was at the corner of your mouth, “We’re not at the main event yet~” And before you could even respond you felt his entire length thrust into you in full force. Your cry from both pain and pleasure being muted out as Buggy places his lips on you. He was flush inside you but that didn’t stop him from rocking his hips slowly and deeper causing you to squirm underneath him.

You turn your face away from Buggy, trying to catch your breath, “Buggy I want to see you” You cried out with each rock making another noise escape your lips. His hips stop deep inside you and you feel a hand snake behind your head to untie the ribbon covering your eyes before he caresses your cheek while making eye contact.

You move your eyes up and down, taking in the man before you, his make-up smeared from his earlier activities and lust in his eyes. A smirk falls on his lips, “Can’t get enough doll?” he asks before setting a gruesome, rough pace, His name escape your lips as you shake against the restraints still on your wrists, “That’s it doll, let me hear how much you love this.”

At some point Buggy reached up to undo the handcuffs, and you immediately wrap you arms around Buggy’s neck, one hand snaking into his hair, as he buries his face into your neck. Even if he wanted to pull away you had an iron grip on him. Your legs similarly wrapped around his waist, aiding you in meeting his thrusts half way, “Please Buggy, let me cum” You moan into his ear as you tighten around him.

You can hear him cursing under his breath, “Fuck baby, I’m going to fill you up tonight.” He nipped at your earlobe and his words sent you over the edge, causing you to hold him as tight as possible. He rarely ever came inside you, normally opting to paint your stomach or face in white. “Come on doll, cum with me” He moaned in your ear as his thrusts became slightly more erratic but much deeper.

You scream his name as you feel him pump inside you and after a couple of seconds, he collapses on top of you. He uses his elbows to prop up just enough to make sure you can still breathe and you slowly unhook your legs from around him, both of you still catching your breath. As you relax you can still feel how you were pulsing and how sore it had become.

You feel Buggy slowly pull out of you, a small gush of cum following him and brings about a different type of pleasure, “Fuck doll-“ Buggy says while looking down at the mess he made of you, “That was a positively divine performance” He chuckles before flopping next to you on the bed.

You hum a bit before turning your back to him and lifting your head, He in turns towards you, one arm wrapping around your waist while the other settles underneath your neck and wraps around, grabbing one of your breasts. He pulls you closer into the embrace and you groan at the pressure. “We should clean up” You mutter, feeling your eyes getting heavier.

“Mmm. We can do that in the morning” he gives your waist another small squeeze, “Besides I like the idea of my cum still dripping from you in the morning” He kisses your jawline a little bit, “Maybe even a round two when we wake up.” He lays his head down as you both let sleep take you.

~~~

The next morning you had woken up to Buggy drawing circles in your hips with his thumbs as he gently worked you up again for the round two he had mentioned. At the moment however you were both in the bath, you sitting on your Captains lap, leaning against his chest.

“So what did I do to deserve that gift,” Buggy asked, his head leaning back but still humming softly at what had conspired over the past couple hours. “It’s not everyday I find a sweet treat waiting for me in bed.”

You lean against him a bit more thinking about how to phrase it. After all it wasn’t truly your one year, he had rejected you’re advances for commitment every time. “Well…” You’d have to choose your words carefully as to not start an argument. “It’s been a full year since the first time we slept together.”

You felt him tense up a bit but relax quickly enough. He stayed quiet for a while before sighing, “Well it was nice.” He kept it short. You knew he was doing his best not to be snide and you were wondering if you shouldn’t tell him about his other gift, the one that you actually put time into. Shifting a bit nervously he could tell you wanted to say something, “What is it?” You could feel him leaning into a bad mood.

“…It’s nothing, Don’t worry bout it Captain” You say glancing over your shoulder. The silence that fell was heavy and slightly uncomfortable.

“Doll.” Buggy leaned forward a bit, “You know I don’t like it when you lie,” he places his hands on your hips and squeeze a bit, “So why don’t you do us both a favor and spit it out?”

“Um, well you see Captain…” You look over your shoulder again, seeing the small scowl that was forming on his face. It’d be for the best not to mention the scrap book, take it and hide it before he sees the box, “It’s just the same ole’. We should just start dating; everyone already knows I’m yours.” You quickly look forward not wanting to see how his face will contort with a mix of emotions.

The grip on your hips got tighter, not in the normal way of warning or reassurance. “What do you want from me?” Buggy’s voice was low and his body unmoving. Your hips slowly started to ache as his fingers dug in harder.

“What? Buggy I want you; I’ve always wanted you,” You tried to say. He was clearly in his head again.

“You’ve been playing this game for a year Doll. A. Year.” Buggy gritted his teeth, “I’ve been fine playing along for a while. But I’m sick of pretending, just tell me what you want.” You felt your chest tighten at his words, Pretending? Did he really see this as a game? Your throat closed up a bit, not willing to let a noise out. “Money? Fame? What is it? I’ll just give it too you” His voice sounded angry and low, his grip on you already leaving bruises.

Tears threaten to fall as you find your voice, “We’ve been over this Buggy. I love you.” It was a weak confession but it’s the only thing you could muster without crying outright.

Those seemed to be the wrong words to say as Buggy stood up, bringing you with him. “Stop with these lies.” He hissed out as he tossed you out of the tub, you landed on the wooden floor with a loud thud.

You couldn’t believe what was happening. Sure, you and Buggy had fights about love and commitment in the past, but it had always ended in one storming off. You’ve never seen him like this before and it hurt. You looked up at the blue haired man peering down at you and were shocked to see pure hatred in his eyes. “I’ve been patient enough because the sex was good Doll,” he said your nickname condescendingly, and every word stung, “But enough’s enough.”

“W-what do you mean Buggy” You stuttered out, your heart sinking further and your head reeling, “I’ve never lied to you Bug, I’ve always-“

“I think it’s best if you left.” His words were final, didn’t leave room to breathe and you felt your whole world shatter. “I’ll give you enough to get to a different island” He finally took a step out of the tub, grabbing his robe without looking at you, “I don’t want to see you here after noon. I want you gone.” And he walked out of the bathroom leaving you there with your thoughts.

He was kicking you out of the crew, his crew. You had been here, you’ve been with the Buggy Pirates, for 4 years now. You joined them when you were just 24, after the village you were in tried to sell you off to the celestial dragons, this being 4th time the place you deemed home turning their backs on you. You were so happy when Buggy had smiled at you welcoming you aboard, making you feel like you had belonged and for the first time in your life you had felt relief letting some tears sneak out. You were there as he set up shop in the east blue and when the kid in the Straw-hat reminded him of his dream. You remember the feeling of relief you felt when your Captain had come out of impel down, and more importantly the paramount war alive and well, ready to resume his role as captain. You supported him and helped him get his mercenary delivery service up and running. You remember the first night just a year ago when Alvida shoved you into him when you had drank too much, in hopes that you would stop talking her ear off about how cute he was.

Tears stung your eyes at the thought of everything, He couldn’t have meant it, he out of everyone knows what it’s like to be alone. After a couple minutes of breathing and trying to get your emotions under control you wipe your eyes, and take a deep breath while standing up. You put on the clothes you prepared prior to the bath and slowly slink out of the bathroom, into the captain’s bedroom.

You looked around, half expecting, hoping, Buggy was there to explain he crossed the line, or that he was sorry, or even that he just wanted space and to go back to how things were before you had slept together. But he wasn’t. The room was empty. As your eyes scanned the room it fell on a bag on the bed and you throat tightened again. You slowly walk up to the sizeable bag opening it, inside was a smaller bag full of berries and everything else was your possessions from the room.

You choked back a sob. He really meant it; he wanted you to leave. You’d been abandoned once again. Somehow it hurt so much worse this time round. You’d given yourself fully to him and you knew he had trust issues, but you didn’t think he’d kick you out like this. Take shallow breathes you throw the coin pouch to the floor before zipping the bag back up, you couldn’t take it.

You take one last deep breath trying to collect yourself, even if you couldn’t get the tears to stop falling. You sling the bag over your shoulder and head out. You didn’t want to see anyone so you made sure to listen before going down hallways, narrowly missing some crewmates. You didn’t even bother grabbing your belongings from your actual room, all that was there was your journal and some memories of your past before Buggies Crew.

Soon enough you had made your way to the town on the island, and more importantly the port that Buggy didn’t watch over, you noticed a civilian ship boarding and quickly snuck your way on. You didn’t think you’d have to restart your life again, every time it got stimulatingly harder and easier. This time how over was the worse it every been, You never felt accepted before being on Buggy’s crew, never knew what it felt like to truly just relax, or laugh without checking over your shoulder.

You were able to convince the crew on board that you had lost your ticket and they escorted you to a private room, as soon as the door shut you slumped against the wall, wondering what the next chapter of your life would be. Running your fingers through your hair as you cry silently.

[onyx-syn]

"All Eyes on Me"- LA! Husband! Buggy x Chubby! Wife! Female Reader

Warnings: Little to no plot, Some Fluff, Smut, Sub! And Dom! Elements, Flirting, Bondage/Restraints, Praises/ Some Degradation, Pre cum used as lube, Unprotected Sex (no pulling out), Body Worship, Pet Names and Foreplay

*Don't steal my writings and claim it as your own*

*18+ Only*

Summary: After many nights alone without your husband by your side due to his busy schedule, you finally get time alone to explore eachother once more.

A/N: ITS FINALLY HERE! I've had this idea for a while, I'll come back here and make some changes but for now let's just enjoy this piece ✨ (heh, get it, piece, like a piece of Buggy's body part, heh)

“You know, last time I was just my head in a bag was when-"

You turned your husband's decapitated head to look at you in the palm of your hands. Your fingertips gracing his painted cheeks, caressing them softly as you held him, "Shhh! Shush! Just - l-let me do my thing bugs", Not like he could see you. You covered his eyes with a thin black cloth which surprisingly did well at hiding your figure from his sight.

However, that didn’t stop the onslaught of lewd words from his red stained lips, smugly smirking as he did "Wow, getting feisty I see!” He started. “I’ve always liked that side of you doll~ What are we doing tonight hm? Am I gonna have to- eat you out like a feline? Maybe with some popcorn in there heh. Hold you down with my hands only? Or-"

“Bugs!” You cried out, puffing your chubby cheeks out ready to smack that dumb look of his face you adored so much.

You couldn’t really see it, but you watched his eyebrows raise a bit over the black blindfold, presuming he was rolling his eyes at you from behind them.

You cradled Buggy's head in one arm now, pushing his cheek against the fabric of your outfit clenching to your chest. You raised your free hand and flicked his head, which brought the clown a stinging pain, erupting a noise out of him.

"Okay! No need to show your claws missy" he exclaimed, pouting a little wishing he had his hands right now to do the same comeback to you.

You smirked down at him, giggling at your husband's reaction. "Well that's what you get~".

You have suggested the idea of switching things up tonight earlier in the day, wanting to do something 'special for buggy', quoted in your own words. You two haven't had the time to spend nearly as much together as you used to. With all the meetings he's been going to, talking with Alvida and such.

It didn't help that whenever he came back from those meetings, he would either be too busy sleeping or scheming his next show to spend alone time with you. Ultimately it did hurt you, but you understood where he was coming from.

So, on the day that he finally had off -no meetings, no show runnings, no rehearsals, no nothing- you told him that you two were going to spend time together tonight no matter what.

At first he was a little annoyed, joking and groaning to get your attention. You knew he wanted to spend time with you just as much as you wanted to. The nights he would come back to your quarters from the meetings, he would be exhausted from it all. He was more or less annoyed, as he felt like they weren't getting anywhere and wanted to call the big actions during the meetings too.

He would nuzzle up to your tummy once he returned to your bed together. Mewling into your stomach, his makeup smearing on it. He would grope your sides, pulling and jiggling them. It was like a stress toy for him, and he enjoyed it very much, amongst other things.

You pull yourself out of thoughts once you hear your husbands, still in your arms, complaining and questioning.

"Hey! Heyyy baby!~ You awake over there? Curtains are still calling" He manically giggled as he spoke, the way he would crack himself up with his own puns. "Where are we heading anyways? Where the hell did you take my body too? It feels like... Erm. Something I'm sitting on-"

You shook your head as your husband spoke, trying to talk and come up with conclusions on where you put the rest of his body at. As much as he would blabber on with this and that, it was endearing and sweet to hear him speak.

“We’re here, Mr. Dinkleberry” You say aloud playfully, walking up to your bedroom quarters that you both share and opening up the door with Buggy still in your one arm, who looked visibly confused even behind the blindfold.

“D-dinklebe- What the hell does that even mean?!? Are you making fun of my name now huh? Wow, after everything we’ve been through doll-”

“Oh my god Bugs!” You pinch his cheek, a bit of his makeup smudged on your fingers now. Buggy made a smile that resembled pain, but you knew he was only joking. You sat his head down on a little blanket with radiant sunflower tapestry on it on the dresser that faced your bed. Luckily, the tides weren’t bad outside of the ship, the waters were calm which would make it easy for tonight's activities.

Buggy, to say the least, was a little bit curious of what was about to happen. You and Buggy have always been adventurous in bed to say the least, so he was more excited than anything else.

Your husband was going to speak before he felt his breath hitch in his throat, feeling your hand rub his neck slowly, putting pressure lightly before you moved downwards. The tips of your fingers grazing the skin of his bare chest lightly, sending a shocking wave of euphoria up his spine.

Buggy gritted his teeth, wanting to tear this blindfold off of him to see what you were doing. A small sweat tear gliding down the side of his head. You held back a giggle, walking over to pull the blindfold off your husband. Once the blindfold was off, Buggy fluttered to keep his eyes open, getting used to the bright light now being in his line of sight.

When Buggy got back to his senses, which was pretty quick to say the least, he was greeted by the most wonderful and gracious thing he's ever seen. Your chubby body, in a beautiful sheer lingerie, clutching to your sweet rolls. The lingerie stopped at mid hip, making your flesh spill underneath making it look squishy and pudgy. Your breasts cupped perfectly in the lingerie’s cup holders, making a slight jiggle as you moved ever so slightly. Because of the sheer fabric, Buggy could see your nipples perked through the fabric, a bump against it. Buggy gulped, feeling as if his breath left him and went above the great clouds in the sky.

With the sheer fabric of the lewd clothing Buggy could see with his eyes your beautiful stretch marks. Buggy would compare the tidal waves out at sea to your stretch marks, how wavy they were and how they decorated your skin like the engravings of eroding wood of a ship from the waves. Buggy could feel himself lose it, his river color eyes looking up at you, almost in a puppy like form. Your hands were behind your back as you looked down at him, swaying your shoulders back and forth.

A smirk was plastered on your face as you looked down at your husband, leaning down so you could grasp his chin in your hands. You watch as his eyes glance from your eyes, down to your hanging chest -taking note of the stretch marks on them that he oh so wanted to kiss- and then back up to you.

You decide to break the sensual tension and speak up, "You like what you see?~" you question playfully.

Buggy responded with a toothy smile plastered on his face, making his red stained lip stick perch up almost all the way to the top of his cheeks.

"Very much, my baby~"

You giggle lightly, letting go of his chin and start walking over to the bed. Buggy disrespectfully looking at your ass, watching you sway your chubby hips as you walked over to the bed. He wanted to do so many sinful things to your body it was unbelievable, grip harshly onto your love handles and feel your weight bounce off of him.

You walked over to the bed, lifting your hand as you slide up and down his chest once, slowly getting on top of the bed, putting your exposed cunt onto the crotch of his pants. You bit your bottom lip as you felt his clothed bulge collide with your pussy. Rolling your hips to gain friction, a small bubbly feeling created in the pit of your stomach, it felt good and erotic. His chest was bare, his skin glistening in the light illuminating from the lantern next to your bed. The only thing that covered him was just his pants, the part he desperately wanted off so he could rail your beautiful self.

You moved your body just a smidge downwards, jiggling a bit as your hands caressed the sides of his thighs, watching him tremble underneath your touch.

"y-you!" Buggy exclaimed, biting the inside of his cheek. Buggy had many sensitive spots that he liked to be touched at by the grasp of your hands, even through the clothing. His thighs were part of the case.

Of course he could just attach his head back but... oh fuck he wanted to be a good boy for you. After all these stressful meetings he wanted to be pleased and pleasured, just feel the righteousness of your love and attention, even if it meant he wasn't allowed to touch you just yet. He wanted to get the greenlit from you before he could enact all the sinful things he had in mind to do to you.

His breath hitched as he felt his cock be released from the comforts of his pants, the thick air he was feeling in the room hit his sensitive muscle. He bucked his hips in the air, your eyes glaring at the flesh of meat flop in the air as he did so. You couldn't help but let out a little playful giggle at the sight, truly finding enjoyment out of it all.

Buggy had enough, he used his hands -attached to his body- to try and grab you, only to make a noise of discomfort once he realized they were restrained by rope on each end of the bed frame. Buggy, although very pouty and ready to throw a tantrum that he couldn't touch you, was smirking with devilish delight.

"We're bringing in ropes now huh?~ very naughty from a performer to do my doll~"

He admitted, his body squirming underneath your chubby figure trying to break out of the ropes. The ends of your lips curled up, watching your husband desperately trying to get out and fuck the ever loving shit out of you.

"Does my baby boy want his wife to let him go?~" you ask, your voice oozing with sensual tense.

Buggy rolled his eyes, still struggling to get out of the ropes, "What does it look like dumbass, of course I do! Fuck you until your brains are pouring out" He said, not having an ounce of embarrassment as he watched in glee as you looked away from his staring, a flustered smile appearing across your face just now.

"I wanna do a lot of backstage stunts with ya baby~" He giggled.

You looked back at Buggy once you gained composure over yourself. You moved yourself back against the bed, laying halfway on your back but kept yourself raised on your elbows. The flesh on your hips and thighs expanding once your bottom half laid down, how squishable and pudgy it looked. Buggy loved your hips, how much he could grab and mark with just his hands alone.

You settled yourself between your husband's legs, spreading your big thighs apart to reveal your exposed cunt to your husband's head still perched on the dresser. Buggy's eyes were swirling in a lake of lust, seeing your fat pussy on full display to him.

The way your flesh was rolled up in the sheer fabric as you laid down, how it clenched like its life depended on it to your skin. You can hear the bed frame shake vigorously, like his hands were about to break the entire bed. You hiss as the air in the room touches your cunt, your clit twitching from the sudden contact.

"fuck~" You whisper under your breath, surprisingly buggy didn't hear, too focused on trying to get out of the restraints cursing at how tight it was. You knew he could easily get out of it, but you knew that he wasn’t a complete master at his trade. Regardless you loved him and even more so loved to tease him.

Your hand trails down from your breast down your belly, moving over the rolls that were prominent in your lingerie. You stopped your hand just at the top of your pussy, touching the squishy flesh lightly making Buggy go wild at how close you were to your entrance. You can see the desperation in his eyes, you knew he wanted to touch you -grasp- at your skin, mark all over your rolls and handles. Make you remember who you belong to.

You were in love with this dynamic now, smiling at your poor husband’s reactions as you slide a finger down your folds, mewling at how wet you already were. You slide another finger down, thrusting your hips up just a smidge that wasn’t noticeable. Your chest feels heavy all of the sudden, rising up and down a little slower now, your breathing becoming hefty.

You add two fingers into your pussy, gasping at your own intrusion. Moaning abruptly into the thick air. The heat of the room rushing to your chubby cheeks, you bite the inside of your cheek as you start to go further into your pussy with your fingers, reaching your knuckles. You continued to do this process over and over for a few moments until you found a nice rhythm, adding speed and pressure to your cunt fucking.

Buggy’s eyes were entranced at the scene in front of him, seeing you all flustered from your own actions. He was jealous that you could feel your own satisfaction while he had to sit back and watch. His hands tighten into fists, frustrated that he wasn’t gripping you by the hips and railing you into oblivion. His hips thrusted into the air, imagining you riding him, how he wanted to feel your tight walls around his hardened cock. Pre cum leaked from the slit of his red hot tip down to the base of his cock, gliding down the vein that started from the top and ended mid way.

"Shit" Buggy said aloud, seeing the slick of his wetness drip from the tip of his cock.

His mind started to sprout dirty thoughts seamlessly out of thin air making the poor head shut his eyes close. He imagined your mouth wrapped around his tip, swirling your tongue around, putting pressure onto his veins and underside of his cock, sucking the cum out of him. A soft whine erupted out of his throat, his cheeks burning hot which brought his makeup to grease now. His whine, however, did not go unnoticed by you.

You smugly pride yourself with a smirk on your face, throwing yourself off by your own pleasure of your fingers. You spoke, “Aw~ looks like someone is enjoying the show? Is my baby boy enjoying the show?~” You ask him, your voice in a low seductive voice ending it in an annoyed moan. Your fingers brought you great bliss but didn’t go far enough.

Buggy pouted his bottom lip, opening his eyes and looking away from your gaze, making an occasional glance back over to your position. To say he was upset would be an understatement. “This is unfair” He replied to you, sounding petty.

You didn’t respond, only shaking your head before you stop, reaching a spot in your fat cunt that boiled a pit of hotness in your stomach. You sped the speed of your fingers, trying to go deeper to hit your g-spot with little to no luck.

The speed of your fingers now started to make your flesh jiggle, triggering Buggy’s head to stare fully right at you, the struggling of his tied hands stopped, memorized at how much your body jiggled just from a single movement or touch. You let off a cry, desperately trying to reach that sweet spot of release but nothing.

A wicked smile started to form on your husband's face, a maniacal chuckle rumbling out of his mouth. “Does my baby need help over there now, hm~?” He questioned you, knowing what your answer will be, or should be.

Your breathing became heavier, arching your back as you deepin your fingers, putting on a real 'good' show for your husband's delight. To Buggy, it felt like you were edging him at this point, finding it a real big shame in his case that he wasn't gonna be the one to make you cum.

But you had a little scheme up your sleeve. You slowly pull out your fingers with ease, showing off how much you've stretched yourself with just your chubby fingers alone. You hummed in delight at the feeling, noticing how slick and glistening your fingers looked in the light.

Your thighs were quivering at the sensation, just the pleasure you brought upon yourself extreme your acceleration. You slowly but surely moved back on your knees, struggling to keep yourself stabilized as you crawled back onto your husband, straddling yourself on his thighs. You brought your hands and caressed them through his trousers.

You watched as he trembled again, hearing him let out a noise of enjoyment. You moved his trousers more downwards, showing off his bare naked skin to you. You felt heat rise up from your neck to your cheek seeing your husband so bare. It's been so long since you've been this close to each other, even the sight of his sweating head brought much euphoria to you then it has in so long.

You leaned down, pressing your precious lips onto his sweaty skin, tasting the saltiness of him. Buggy was so quick to reattach his head back to his body that you didn't even realize it until his body jerked under your lips, forcing you to lean back and almost have your neck attacked by Buggy's greedy red stained lips.

Your eyes lock onto your husband's, how desperate and lenient on kissing you, ravishing your body as if you were a prized steak for him to eat up like a lion.

"Baby, baby baby baby~" Buggy whimpered out for you, pulling at the restraints once more, wanting -no- needing to get out of them and fast.

You tsk at the man below you, he was at your will and command. You felt buggy hum in a sensual tone deeply under his breath as he felt your added weight switch back onto his hips, watching you straddle your thick hips onto his. Your dripping wet core was hovering over his cock, in one drop you would be in direct contact with his cock entering you.

Buggy could not get over the fact he could not touch you. He tried to thrust his hips upwards, colliding the tip of his cock with your folds as you tried to move away from the moving mound of flesh. He moaned at the contact, feeling how wet you were which sent a shivering cold sensation up his spine.

He let out a breathy sentence, "P-please i- hmmmm" he begged, throwing his sweaty greasy head back against the bed frame, sweat gliding down his body.

"I... I want you- fuck" He was embarrassed of speaking. His lust coated eyes staring into the ceiling before glaring back at you, licking his lips slowly as your rolls jiggled at the slightest movement once more. 

You smiled deviously at your husband’s pathetic excuse of begging. You trailed your hands back down to his body, feeling how sweaty his flesh was against your skin. You caressed him, moving your thumbs in circles around on his torso and side. 

Your lips started moving, “Does my husband want to be a good boy for his woman?~” You asked gleefully, your hips moving downward little by little. You bit your bottom lip once you felt the slit of his leaking cock touch the entrance of your fat cunt. 

Buggy nodded profusely, giving in to his predicament of his constricted hands. “Yes yes yes please i- Shit! I’m supposed to be on top fucking your brains out! Not like… Erm… This…” He admitted defeat. He loved the dynamic but hated it so much at the sametime. 

You chuckled, leaning forward and pressing your lips on his cheek, pressing many kisses on his face. You can feel his makeup melt from the intense heat of his cheeks, how much he was blushing and flustered from the ordeal you put him in. You moved along down his cheek, reaching the edge of his lips. You pulled back just enough for the tip of your nose to touch his. 

You began to speak, your hot breath sending goosebumps throughout Buggy’s body, his watercolor eyes staring right back into your colored orbs. 

“You want me?~”

Buggy gave you a toothy grin, giggling lightly, stopping abruptly once he felt his tip enter your core just slightly. He tried to thrust his hips up until you stopped him, pulling yourself off from intrusion. Your hands traveled up to his shoulder, moving your hand in the way to wag your finger in the side of his vision.

“Nuh uh, uh~” You told him, smirking devilishly at the poor man who was desperately wanting you badly now. You can see the desperation in his eyes, lust and hunger swirling in them like a pool of lava. 

He whimpered as you kissed him for a quick second, pulling away before he could slip his tongue deep into your throat. He wanted to feel you, feel your touch in more then just his exposed areas, he wanted to love you so deeply that his cum explodes in your and paints your walls.

"please! Just, fucking, fuck my cock goddamnit! I wanna feel you baby~" He proclaimed. "Feel your ice cream around my cone~" he giggled at his, otherwise, stupid joke.

However, you liked his response enough to give him what he so ever wanted. "As you wish, my husband~" you whispered against his lips.

Your lips locked onto his once more, as you pushed your chubby frame down onto his cock, moaning aloud in his mouth, feeling a burning hot creation being made at your regions. You felt his redden tip spread your wet folds apart. His pre cum acting as lube for his entrance way to your fat pussy. You hissed in the kiss, feeling tears amerge from the edges of your eyes as you felt his cock being swallowed by your walls as you continued to lower yourself back onto his hips.

Buggy was no better. His breathing fastened, his chest rising up and down heavily. His tongue swirled around in your mouth, dancing with your tongue as he took in the sensation of your cunt. Your walls were so warm and wet, coating him in your slick and bliss. He was sweating intensely, the euphoria of sex bringing heat throughout his body. He felt his knuckles burn from the fist formation of hands, trying hard not to break the bed frame from the restraints. His hips squirmed, pushing up a little out of instincts. He groaned as he hit the back of your wall, breaking the kiss.

You pulled up from the kiss panting, pressing your hands down on his chest as you sat on your knees. You cried out a moan, setting yourself on his hips now, your big thighs straddled on each side of him. You sprouted out curses underneath your breath, your cunt taking his cock fully. Your cunt walls stretch at the size and girth of his length, been a while since you've felt him this close to you and in you so it was quite an experience to re-experience once more.

You pulled your hands into fists, trying to get used to his size and length. You could feel his cock twitch inside you, sending a surge of pleasure throughout your pussy and up your spine.

"oh fuck buggy~" You whimpered out, trying to change your breath as you wiggled around, not noticing how your husbands eyes were entranced by the way your hips shake with each wiggle.

"Goddamn baby" He said aloud, thrusting his hips just a little bit. Just enough so he could feel the tip of his harden flesh touch your gushy walls.

"I wanna fuck you so bad, please please please... please just... fucking, FUCK ME!" He couldn't hold it in anymore, he wanted you, needed you, every part of your squishy flesh out on him. All your weight, all your gloriousness, put up on him so he can completely wreck you.

You nodded quickly, your face sweating from the intense heat brought upon your chubby cheeks. You shook your hips, trying to get comfy in the position as well as getting used to being on your knees with the slightly constricting lingerie.

"Yes darling, fuck I-i~" you huffed, holding yourself together, keeping your breathing steady.

You raised your hips up slowly, Buggy's river eyes staring at your folds lifting and spreading, showing his wet cock off glistening from the light as you lifted yourself up before coming back down on him.

Buggy jerked his head back, mumbling out a moan from his chest as he felt you clench around his entire length with your slippery cunt. He looked back quickly, watching you go up and down slowly, painfully slow for that matter. His ocean orbs staring in a trance at the way your rolls recoiled from you riding him. Oh, how gracious your skin looked beneath the sheer lingerie as it jiggled. Your stretch marks stretching as your flesh moves up and down on his cock.

He could see the ends of the lingerie that stopped mid hip losing its placement, moving up further slightly, showing off the dark imprint it left from its tightness around your squishy skin. The chest of your lingerie that cupped your breasts perfectly was also starting to let loose, the top of your breasts slipping out of the holding, almost as if they were gonna completely let loose and flash your husbands eyes.

Low huffy moans erupted from your parted lips, riding him up and down. You looked so beautiful on top of him, the way you had control of how you wanted to ride him, swallowing his cock hole in your wet core. You could feel a similar heat swirl in the pit of your stomach, a sensational lustful feeling that you've experienced before.

Buggy was so hard, it was starting to hurt with how much he just wanted to slam your hips and fuck you. He couldn't believe that you would do this to him, what did he do to deserve this punishment of not being allowed to fuck the most priceless treasure amongst the 4 seas that he claimed as his.

He was gonna fuck you so hard once he got out of the restraints.

And then, it finally happened.

You watched -your eyes clouded with sinful aura- as a light bulb clicked on Buggy's head, seeing him detach his right arm entirely, floating over to untie the restraints of his left arm and repeated the process with his right arm.

You could almost watch in horror as Buggy's torso and top half leaned up, wrapping his around your thick waist and pulling you in closer. You gasped at the sudden new position, feeling yourself lose the control of keeping yourself at your own pace and be in your man's arms. Your breasts pressed harshly against his sweaty chest, the tears of which stained through the sheer fabric of your lingerie. His cock still deeply inside of you, twitching aggressively as Buggy now had the power of switching up roles between the both of you.

You looked at Buggy with wide eyes, your hands raised up to grasp at his shoulders, taking note of how close and how tightly he held onto you.

Buggy on the other hand, was in a greed of delightfulness, sinfully smiling at you as his eyes narrowed at you, tightening his grip around your waist.

"My how the tables have turned, sweet cheeks~" He exclaimed, chuckling darkly. He lifted you up by the waist, seeing you whine at the empty feeling of your cunt, upset that he pulled himself out of you.

You let out a noise of surprise, feeling your entire body switch positions so quickly you could not process it fully until your back hit the warmth and comfort of the bed sheets, how soft they were to your skin. Your body recoiled as you hit back against the bed, sending Buggy into a crazy rage. He quickly went in between your legs, wrapping the thick mounds of flesh around his waist, letting out a hum in glee at how you could easily crush him with your thighs. God how he- no, not now, later maybe he could find out- but now was not the time. He needed to fuck you.

He looked down at you, seeing your beautiful self spread out across the sheets. Your chubby face burning from the intensity and movements, your breathing just a tad bit heavy from early activities.

Buggy loved it, adored it, adored you, loved you.

"God your so beautiful~" He mummers underneath his breath, pushing his length back into your pussy admittedly.

His eyes memorized with the way your lips parted, letting out a cry as you felt your cunt get plummeted with the hardened piece of flesh, taking it in whole. The way your flesh recoiled from the harsh thrust he gave you, his blue curls gracing the top of your pussy.

Buggy huffed out a low chuckle, his body surging with adrenaline or sinful delight.

"So perfect, so perfect for your captain, your husband, your director~" He slowly pulled himself out of your pussy, watching as the base was still coated in the slickness of your fat pussy and walls clenched around him, before immediately slamming back into you. Your body recoiled from that greatly, a little shred of fabric appearing from the lingerie, showing off a stretch mark that claimed your skin.

A sheer cry leaves your throat, gasping for air as you feel your insides turn into a gushy mess from the harsh impaling of your cunt, his tip touching the edges of your walls feeling you up. His hands grasped at your thighs, huffing out low breaths as he composed himself. Sweat dripped down his sides, his gloved hands wet through the fabric.

"Holy shit~" He mumbled, his mind becoming foggy. He started to thrust his hips in and out of you, his eyes focused on the way your rolls bounced off his cock, seeing you recoil and jiggle.

It was incredibly erotic.

His grip around your thighs became tighter, surely leaving a bruise behind for the morning. "So g-good, you feel so good baby fuck~" He praised you.

His right hand trailed down from your thick thigh to your stomach, gripping onto the moving flesh through the tearing lingerie. He sped up his pace, wet ludicrous sounds emitting from the slapping of skin that could be heard across the quarters near your room.

"Look at how beautiful you are, hmph, my wife~" He groaned out loud to you, smiling deviously as he began to pinch and pull at your roll, his hand ripping through the fabric which caused a bit of a hole to appear.

"So soft, so soft, so soft. God I've missed this, I've m-missed you my sweetcheeks~" he told you in a genuine tone, smiling still as he did so.

He was trapped into a deep entrance by the way your skin felt underneath his covered hands, completely overtaken by this sensational effect. How good your body felt underneath his touch, his grasp. How beautiful your moans sounded, sounding like music to his ears.

His eyes watched the expression of your face commence, seeing you become his drooling brain fucked wife spread across his bed just from his cock alone. His hips were deeply thrusting into your core, his tinted red tip hitting the back of your cervix which sent a thrilling shriek to abrupt from your wet lips, face burning hot.

"Fuck right there bugs! Right there!" You yelled, leaning forward to wrap your arms around Buggy's neck, bringing him down so you could hold onto him. He could feel your chubby flesh roll against his torso now. Buggy was in total bliss from how close you too were now, enjoying every second of it.

Buggy let you take him down, leaning down so his nose was right next to your ear. His hot breath sending a next heating shock through your body, already feeling overstimulating from the pleasure.

"That's it, that's it baby, that's my girl~" he whispered in your ear. His thrusts became unstoppable, going at a pace beyond this known existence.

He can hear your moans scream throughout the room, hoping the crew could hear how much you loved your husband and how much he was making you feel good. His harden flesh hitting the back of your fat pussy with every single rough thrust he gave into you.

You drooled out, "I'm. So. Close!~" you could feel the pit of your stomach curl tighter, ready to explode at any given moment.

Buggy took your words into effect. He leaned back up to his knees, his hands gripping your legs and pushing them forward -moving his grasp around your big thighs- your legs now beside the sides of your head. He loved the way it made your chubby rolls looked like a row of dough ready to be turned into deserts for the oven. He absolutely adored it to the ends of the four seas.

The new position gave him the advantage to continuously ram into you, hearing the sweet gushy sounds your slick pussy made from his cock. Your walls greeted him nicely, taking him in whole with no drawbacks, accepting his full size and length. Your rolls recoiling ever so slightly, however your thighs trembled underneath his touch. He knew you were getting close to coming.

He grinned, "You wanna cum baby?~"

You nodded, trying to find the right words to say but couldn't be able to pronounce them aloud to him.

Buggy licked his lips, tasting the old cherry flavored lipstick he applied way early in the day. "Do it~" his grip tightened, pushing his hips into you roughly, bringing a loud moan out of from your chest.

"Cum for me, cum for your husband. I want to hear you sing my name for the show. Every. Single. Show!~"

With one final push, his cock ticked your g-spot, sending you into feel euphoric shot. Your nails dig into his back, leaving deep red marks for later as your walls clenched down around his cock, warm liquid spurting out of you. You reached a point of total bliss, moaning still as buggy continued to slowly fuck into you before a deep rumbling moan left his chest, his hips stuttering a bit before his liquid spewed into your cunt.

His cum coated your insides, white of his product. Both of your eyes were clouded with a lustful aura, your room stenched with the smell of sex and sweat. Your thighs quivered as both yours and Buggy's cum leaked out of your puffy walls once he pulled his cock out of you slowly -almost cumming at the new feeling of fresh air from your insides- your inner thighs and folds burning intensely from the harsh thrusts.

Buggy could see how out of you were, and granted so was he. You both haven't been this 'passionate' together in so long, both of you couldn't help going this far with each other. It was most needed.

Many people wouldn't expect it, and dear god if anyone besides you found out, but he was certainly an affectionate man in bed surprisingly when it came down to the final moments like this, wanting nothing more then to craddle you in his arms and love you. He could be the most disrespectful man between your chunky thighs and then give you all the kisses in the world for you.

He rolled you both over in the bed, pulling your sweaty body onto his. Your poor lingerie was torn at this point, the fabric just barely hanging on as all your mounds of flesh spilled out and collided with his.

You breathed heavily, trying to compose yourself and find a steady point as your thighs shook with a great deal. Buggy wrapped his arms around your, keeping you close to him. He nuzzles his face into your chest, smothering his face in the valley of your breasts.

He kissed the skin in-between your mounds. The kisses weren't light, making sure his makeup smeared on your skin, but he made sure they were hard or rough, knowing how over stimulated your body was from his electric touch.

For Buggy, this, this was his heaven, this was his treasure, this was his favorite show. He had a deep love and appreciation for you that he hasn't felt for so long, and for a while he was worried that you wouldn't feel the same way for him anymore when he became busy with meetings.

You shakily hold your husband's cheeks in your hands, your thumbs rubbing his greasy skin as you moved his head from your breasts and made him look up at you.

You lean just enough to press your lips onto his, turning your head just a smidge so his nose could have a comfortable spot resting against the side of your nose or cheek. You both closed your eyes into the kiss, letting your lips do all the talking.

You moved in synchronization, letting your tongues intertwine with each other in a waltz like dance.

It didn't last long, however. You pulled away, a thin layer of salvia connecting your wet lips from his. Your lips went up and kissed his forehead, whispering softly, "I love you, my Bugs~"

Buggy's hold tightens around you, his hands gripping your walls as they spill over his finger tips. He has only ever heard those words leave the mouths of three people who are or once were important to him in his life.

His mother

Shanks

And you

Buggy always loves the spotlight being on him, no matter what, wanting the attention with every chance he gotten. He wanted all eyes on him, to see him shine, to have the chance to put on a spectacular performance, hence why the meetings he would go to would help him get the spotlight he wanted.

But he knew, the only eyes he needed was yours. His beloved. His wife. Your eyes and attention, was the only one he craved for each and every day no matter how he presented himself as a dangerous and cruel pirate to those who imposed a threat to him and his crew.

Buggy looked up at you as you pulled back, locking onto your colored orbs. He couldn't help but smile gleefully as he stared at the beautiful woman laying beside him, genuinely happy to spend time with you once more.

"I... I love you, sweetcheaks. My wife~"

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Eppur è d'uopo, sforzati! (Buggy the Clown x F!Reader)

Summary: In which a stork arrives early, Buggy has a rough day, and you get what you deserve. Pairing: Buggy the Clown x F!Reader Rating: Clean. Word Count: ~1.5k. Warnings: Pregnancy, childbirth, exploitation of a Devil Fruit power. A/N: good news is that i'm not ovulating anymore bad news is that i got a mental image in my head that wouldn't go away so i'm subjecting you guys to it too. also, this buggy has more of the anime version in him, so just a heads up!

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It was a power move, plain and simple. Boa Hancock, Warlord of the Sea, refusing to negotiate with anyone away from Amazon Lily. And Buggy, having drawn the short straw, gets ordered under threat of revocation of his title to go do it.

So not only does he have to brave Sea Kings in the Calm Belt, he doesn't even get to go ashore when he gets there. No, he has to send the female crew to deal with it.

And, to make matters worse, you insisted upon going with them. You, with swollen ankles and an aching back. You, waddling around and damn near ready to pop. You, eight and half months pregnant with not just any child, but his child.

How could you be so callous and cruel to him like this? Where do you get off on tormenting him with the knowledge that, if something happens, he won’t be able to get to you? It’s pure sadism is what it is, and he’s wearing a rut in the deck trying to get his mind off of it.

A distant scream splits the air.

Your scream.

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Nine months. Babies come out at nine months. That's how it's always been, that’s how it always will be.

So then why, oh why, does this little asshole decide to pop out at eight and a half?

A wave of pain wracks you. You double over in your chair.

You suppose you're lucky. You’re in a palace in a private room with a bed, a tub of warm water, anything you could possibly need. The midwife, Cassandra, has gentle hands and comforting words. Dozens of women show up to fuss over you and encourage you, a number of them mothers themselves. Dahlia brings food, Gloriosa sings songs, Marguerite and Sandersonia hold your hands when the contractions get worse.

Even the Pirate Empress herself pays the occasional visit, albeit under the excuse to scold you for making a ridiculous amount of noise. But she always lingers with a curious gaze, and commands that more bedding be brought or that “I must be prepared for when I bear the child of my beloved,” whatever the hell that means.

Too bad they don’t have any morphine.

---

The only thing stopping Buggy from collapsing into a million parts is that he has completely locked up. He cannot move his head, his fingers, his eyes, everything is frozen stiff.

Fortunately for him, Galdino asks the question for him. “She’s what?” 

“I just told you: in labor.” Alvida is way too calm. She dusts her coat, adjusts her hat, buffs out a scuff on her fingernails. “Her water broke right in the middle of the discussion. Three hours of political maneuvering, wasted.”

“I think we got it sorted, though.” The strongwoman shakes her head. “Poor gal. Of all the dumb luck.”

Another scream rips the air. Everyone flinches.

It cuts through Buggy like a knife through... well, himself. He gets his senses back and only one thing consumes his mind.

He vaults over the side of the ship. Kuja laws be damned, he needs to get to you, even if he has to swim for it. Before you get hurt. Or killed. Or worse.

He only realizes the mistake he’s made when he hits the water.

---

You blink in disbelief. “It’s what?”

“Upside-down,” Cassandra says. She adjusts her glasses. “If my intuition is correct, it’s coming out rear end first.”

Breech birth. You suppose you shouldn’t be surprised. Your grandmother was a breech, your mother was a breech, your niece was a breech... Breeches all the way down in your family.

And, considering its father, of course the little fucker’s an acrobat.

You groan and fall backwards. Part of you is glad he’s not here. You’d strangle him. The other part wishes he was here. So you could strangle him. And rip his balls off. Hell, you might just do that anyways. DIY orchiectomy.

A contraction wracks you and you yelp.

---

What do you do with a distraught sailor, when the sun is highest?

Hold him back from swimming to the island. He’ll kick and thrash and escape all three of the strongmen and throw himself overboard and Cabaji will have to jump in and fish him out.

What do you do with a distraught sailor, early in the evening?

Lock him up in a cage with Richie. He’ll cut himself to ribbons and slip through the bars and sneak past everyone on deck and throw himself overboard and Cabaji, having just finally gotten himself into dry clothes, will have to take another dip.

What do you do with a distraught sailor, at the witching hour?

Clamp him to the mast with Seastone handcuffs. He’ll pick up a nail on deck and pick the lock and outrun everyone trying to catch him and throw himself overboard and Cabaji will make Mohji jump in this time because he’s getting really sick of this bullshit.

What do you do with a distraught sailor, early in the morning?

Hack off his hands and arms and noggin, throw the Seastone cuffs on his ankles, tie his torso to the mast, stuff his own bandanna in his mouth, then post up guards.

Even gagged, Buggy’s screams rival yours.

---

Just when you’re ready to give up the ghost and will yourself into unconscious bliss, you feel it. Something gives. Then something else. With one mighty push, one mighty curse, and one mighty splat, your child is born.

The baby howls like a beast. You suppose you’d be screaming too if you were covered in shit and viscera and had a full head of hair.

You want to hold it. You need to hold it. "Give-- Gimme it," you sputter.

Cassandra, hands it to you. "A boy," she says.

You’re ashamed to be a little disappointed. Based on the talk, you were hoping for a girl. But it all fades as you hold him in your arms and bring him to your chest, overwhelmed by a tide of hormones and emotion.

He’s a little funny-looking, with his pink skin and little stretched face and his legs at weird angles. But he’s here. A baby. Your baby. Buggy’s baby.

You start to sob.

---

Buggy is once again frozen stiff. He wants nothing more than to help you back aboard, hold your hand as you step over the railing, and escort you to his cabin. It would be the absolute least he could do.

But no. He’s stuck up here on the quarterdeck, doing even less than that. He watches as you make your way up the stairs, clutching a bundle wrapped in a floral-patterned blanket. Dark circles ring your eyes and your gait is stiff and exhausted.

Say something. Anything. “You look like hell,” he says. Goddammit.

Fortunately for him, you huff in amusement. “I’ve certainly been through hell.” You stand closer and angle the bundle towards him. “Wanna see what I found there?”

His hand hovers over the corner of the blanket. What if it’s dead? What if it’s got a dog’s face? What if its hair is red? What if it’s got its father’s--?

“Just look, Buggy,” you scold.

He swallows. He pulls back the corner.

Nestled in the blankets, blinking in the light, is a miniature you. A head full of thick dark hair, already starting to curl at the ends. Dark eyes, peering at him the same way you do. And, right in the middle of its chubby little face, your delicately curved nose.

Heat fills his belly with smoke. He recognizes this emotion. It’s the same one as when he sees someone waving around a treasure map. When he spies a chest overflowing with gold. When he first laid eyes on you.

He can hardly hear his own voice. “She’s gorgeous.”

“He,” you say. Buggy looks at you. You smile. “He’s a boy.”

A boy. A boy. His boy. Your boy. He has a son. You gave him a son.

The smoke catches fire and sets his whole body alight. He snatches the baby -- his son! -- from your arms and holds him -- his son! -- up high, presenting him -- his son! -- to the assembled crew like a boxer holding up a champion belt.

He shouts, bellows, screams for the whole world to hear: “I have a son!”

A cacophony of cheers goes up from every man and woman on the deck and, for a few moments, everything is right in the world. Mohji throws his arms around Cabaji. The strongwoman picks up Galdino and spins him around. Alvida smiles as she leans against her mace. Richie roars. Even the Kuja who escorted you back whoop.

Wait a damn minute. You did all the work. You made his son. You pushed him out. All he did was be in the right place at the right time with a bad pullout game.

He places the baby back in your arms and sweeps you into his own, separating his trunk from his legs to raise you up even higher. He wants to shout something eloquent, an ode to your strength and beauty, a paean to your power, a declaration that you are the greatest treasure he’s ever stolen.

But all that comes out, through snot and tears that he didn’t even realize were flowing, is a garbled, blubbered, “I love this woman!”

The cheers only grow, joined by your clattery laughter.

---

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[ageingfangirl2]

A Little Goes A Long Way! Buggy (OPLA)

SMUT! A week has passed since a drunken encounter between you and your captain occurred and he's all you have on your mind, little do you know your captain feels the same way. Buggy x Reader (Female)

Part 2

Y/N

It had been a week since you'd gotten drunk with the crew after a successful raid that came with a lot of treasure. It had been a week since you drunkenly told your captain that you wanted him to fuck you and that you craved him, and the captain followed through fucking you beneath the deck. It had been a week since he left dark hickeys on your inner thighs, chest and neck that had only started to fade recently. It had been a week since your last interaction, and you weren't sure if he regretted that night because his orders came from other crew members.

There was one thing you were sure of and that was that you couldn't get him off your mind. He was like a drug and you were addicted. Maybe you'd been at sea too long and needed a release. You would fool around when you docked in a port with random guys, but the captain made those guys seem like boys and sex wouldn't be the same unless it was with him.

You weren't the only female crew member, but you'd been around the longest. Of course, Buggy had screwed them, and they had stories to tell that only piqued your interest. Alvida was the only one who didn't have an interest in him that way. The other crew were more feminine than you, but you could draw an eye or two, choosing to make men come to you and not the other way around. But here you were debating going to Buggy and begging for round two.

'y/n can you do me a favour?' Alvida asks, popping her head around the kitchen door.

You stop chopping vegetables and face her smiling, the two of you got along really well since she joined, 'Anything for you Alvida.'

She winks at you, 'I was asked to gather intel on our next target from a guy in town. Can you deliver it to the captain please, I'm going back into town.'

she slaps some documents down on a barrel and you roll your eyes, 'Of course, go get laid.'

She blows you a kiss, 'See you tomorrow beautiful, don't do anything I wouldn't do.'

You laugh at her antics as she vanishes. You finish chopping the vegetables before picking up the documents. It looked like you had an excuse to see Buggy, you just weren't sure what was going to happen.

BUGGY

Running a ship was hard work. Yes, we had a success last week but now we need to move on to the next target. Alvida should have something for me, though I wasn't quite sure where the damn woman was. Working also got my mind off y/n of all people. They'd been on the crew for a couple of years, mainly helping in the kitchen and showing impressive knife skills in shows. They put up with my rants, and flirting and took punishments like a champ. I never once pursued them, unlike other female crew members out of respect. So imagine my surprise when a week ago when they were drunk they came up to me and said they wanted to fuck and had been thinking about me for a while.

I'm a man and gave into my carnal desires, taking y/n in the shadows, pounding into them as they begged for more. I left marks all over their body, and they were beautiful in the light of day when they weren't covered. But for a week now I'd been ignoring them, assuming that once sober they had regrets.

'Captain can I come in?' y/n calls out, knocking on the door.

Well, this would be interesting. I take a deep breath, 'come in.'

y/n walks in smiling, they are always a happy person, and this makes it hard to read them, 'Alvida's a little busy and asked me to deliver this intel.'

y/n puts the folder on the desk but doesn't immediately leave. I sit back in my chair and smirk, 'something else on your mind?'

y/n closes their eyes and takes a deep breath before pointing an accusing finger my way, 'I'm all over the place and it's your fault.'

My smirk reaches my ears and I chuckle, 'Mmm, it's not all on me, you know y/n,' I say teasingly, 'I was minding my own business having a couple of drinks when you came onto me. Been thinking about me all week have you?'

y/n opens their eyes and a blush gives them away. I detach a hand and use it to pull them towards me, forcing them onto my lap which they straddle without any further prompting.

I unbutton their shorts and slip my fingers inside, shocked to find them not wearing any underwear, 'dirty girl.'

y/n bites their lip, 'I need to do laundry, this wasn't planned.'

I nod along, mischief in my eyes, 'You didn't lock the door. Do you want someone to walk in on us?'

This wasn't my first rodeo, I knew exactly where to touch, rub, pinch and how much pressure to apply to the clit to get certain responses. y/n was putty in my hands whimpering and trying to keep control, but this was my fight to win.

I lick my lips, 'answer me. Do you want to get caught with your captain? Do you want the crew to think you're another whore for my dick?'

y/n's whimpers were enough to get me hard, but they still kept eye contact which was hot, '...maybe...right now...I want you inside me...'

I don't give any warning before I move away from the clit and thrust two fingers inside their tight warm cunt, 'BUGGY!' they squeal loudly, and squirm on my lap.

'Tell me what you want,' I whisper, voice low, and y/n shudders beneath me.

'...faster...please...' they beg and a moan slips out.

I add a third finger and quicken the pace. Beads of sweat form on y/n's forehead as they come undone around me. y/n bucks their hips and grinds against me, 'FUCK!' I exclaim as y/n starts fucking themselves on my fingers matching my pace.

if anyone walked past my quarters right now all they'd hear were y/n's moans, 'You really are a dirty girl. So desperate and needy, I should have fucked you sooner,' I laugh.

With one more forceful thrust from me y/n cums on my fingers still inside them. They breathe heavily coming down from their high, the blissful look in their eyes turning me on even more, '...fuck...Buggy...'

I remove my slick fingers and bring them to my lips, licking them clean, 'so sweet. I didn't have to do much, you fucked yourself and it was hot.'

y/n's face turns a darker shade of red before they bury it in my chest in embarrassment at their slutty actions. I can't contain my laughter as I hold them against me and kiss the top of their head, 'next time I'm going to watch you finger fuck yourself y/n. You're captain's dirty girl now.

[peachy-dove]

LA!Buggy x Fem!Chubby! Reader x LA! Alvida Headcanons/Drabble

CW:MDNI 18+!!!! Oral (female receiving),teasing, sub! Buggy, Dom! Reader and Alvida, Scissoring, spit, vaginal penetration, cowgirl, face sitting, fingering, barely proof read

A/N: I've been thinking of a buggy and Alvida threesome for so long but Alvida’s Actress is sooo fine bruh, I had to write this because Buggy deserves two plus size baddies bouncing on his lap!! I practically wrote a fic but in headcanon form but this way helps my brain figure out what I wrote. Just think about buggy and his two chubby girlfriends who never fail to make him feel loved and his dick hard!

NSFW BEOW THE CUT!!

→ Imagine Buggy tied down to a chair nearby watching his too pretty girls playing with each other, putting on a show for him to enjoy

→ His cock hard and throbbing as you suck and lick at Alvida’s slick fat pussy and playing with your own, as you’re bent over full cunt on display as you moan and plunge your fingers in deeper and faster.

→ “come on, dolls! Won’t you let your favorite clown come play too?” he says in a light whimper, the restriction of his pants becoming unbearable, all he wanted to do was fuck you fro behind as you ate out Alvida, her plump thighs wrapped around your head

→ you pull back from her cunt and kiss her deeply as your tongues sloppily kiss, the room hot with passion and lust as the two of you drown out buggy’s pleas for release.

→ You both switch positions and Alvida gets on top of you, rubbing her puffy cute cunt on yours, the wet sounds of pleasure echoing off the rooms walls as she grinds down onto you.

→ “Please vida baby~ fuck me!” you cry out as she leans down to lick and suck on your neck claiming you as hers. She runs her tongue up your neck and moans as well.

→ “open your fucking mouth~” she growls out at you placing her thumb on your bottom lip and forcing your mouth open wider, she spit on your tongue and your eyes roll back with pleasure.

→ Buggy was in heaven as he watched her spit in your mouth, both of your pussies making beautiful music together, your chubby tummy and tits pressed together as you both practically eye-fuck each other completely ignoring him the sight was intoxicating

→ You start to grind faster against her bedding in closer to suck on her nipple as she throws her head back moaning your name

→ the climax you two shared made you both starstruck gushing all over the sheets and each other finally sharing a loving kiss before you get up and walk over to buggy

→ “mmm~ i think it’s time we let our cute jester have a turn hmm my dear?” you say running your finger down his chest

→”finally! I was dying of blue balls over here!” 

“Shut it clown!” Alvida says as she walks over to him and helps you untie him, “I think I like you better quiet, we’ll find a better way to use that mouth of yours~”

→ as they strip him down they push him onto the bed, your plump thighs and hips plopping down on him as he grabs onto your fluffy tummy 

→ you start to move you pussy along his dick wetting him up for you and making him groan out trying to buck hips hips into you 

→ “holy fuck- just put me inside babe! I’m aching for your fucking pussy right now!” Buggy moans out his makeup running down his face

→he quickly gets shut up by Alvida sitting her plump ass on his face, pussy silencing him as she moans while he licks a stripe from her hole to clit suckingling on it as you finally put his cock inside you and ride him nice and hard

→ Alvida moans places her hands on your hip and kisses you gently pulling you closer to her as Buggy ate her out from below

→ You bounce and moan into her mouth as you both hold onto each other, Buggy’s cock filling you out and bullying your cervix 

→ Buggy wraps his arms around Alvida’s thighs and eats her like a starved man, her juicy pussy dripping down his mouth as he tongue fucks her, feeling her walls start to clench around his tongue and your bounces making him lose his mind as he feels your ass clapping down on him he wasn’t going to last much longer

→ “that’s it fuck me good baby boy” She says as she grows quicker to her orgasm . Her breath quickens and she clenches her thighs around his face squirting as he moans into her fat cunt.

→ She climbs off of his face and kiss his softly “told you i’d find a use for that tongue~” she says as she moves behind you and rubs your clit  “go ahead and cum for me baby”

→ you start to ride Buggy harder and faster, your thighs jiggling as he grabs your plush tummy and fucks you from below, the pleasure overwhelming you as you hold on tightly to alvida’s arms

→ “F-FUCK!” You yell out as you finally cum around Buggy’s thick cock, your gummy walls squeezing him rapidly his dick soaked in your juices

→ He couldn’t take it anymore and his cum flooded your pussy, filling you up to the brim as it leaves a white ring around his dick as he rides out both of your orgasms.

→ You slowly pull away from him as alvida helps you lay down on the right of buggy and she lys down on the left, reaching over his chest to take your hand and kiss it

→ She wraps her thigh up onto buggy as you curl in on him as well, she kisses his cheek as he catches his breath

→ “Well we definitely need to do THAT again” he laughs as he holds you both in his arms, he is more comfortable than he has been in years and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

[writingoddess1125]

Idk if you wanna write anything for Alvida but if you do could you pleaaassseee right an Alvida x female reader? I can't find any 😭😭😭

Ooh! Alvida you say! I gotcha Darling!

Alvida x FemReader

Fluffy Mainly but I do have a Spicy Version if desired

Turning their Gaze

You laid in bed finishing your dinner, today's battle had tired you out. Paired with the blood spilled that evening you bad been throughly drained- While during the day you were the main navigation for the Alvida Pirates, at night you were (Y/N) Alvida beloved and trusted girlfriend. The one who controlled her raging temper and want to kill those around. As you finished your plate, looking around at the nice new furniture you heard it-

"UGH!" You heard shouting as something was tossed and shattered. Setting down your plate down on the nightstand as you waited- There Captian Alvida marched in, her face red with anger and fist clenched.

"My Darling what is wrong?" You chime softly, watching as she threw around things in the room shattering. See- all new furniture..

"HOW DARE HE! HE CLAIMED I WASNT ON THAT BOUNTY HUNTERS LIST! I AM THE STRONGEST AND MOST BEAUTIFUL PIRATE ON THE SEA! HOW DARE THEY DISRESPECT ME!" She shouted, Tossing what seemed to be the desk this time.

"Alvida my Sweet, come sit" You whisper softly, patting the seat next you. She huffed but did eventually sit, shaking in anger still as she sat next to you. With care you began to knead her shoulders, working out the knots that had build in her back.

"You are the strongest of Pirates my Love, But I do believe you are being outstagged" You said calmly, earning a glare from your girlfriend.

"Those others are so flashy and loud, lacking class bit gaining attention. While you my darling are so Elegant they see you as superior. Turning their gaze from you" You continue, her glare lessening as she continued to listen to you her shoulders relaxing under your touch.

"So, It is time for the silk gloves to come off my Sweet. They have angered too and offended your honor" Alvida nodding in agreement.

"You're right. I am the strongest Pirate their is and they mistake my Generosity and Elegance as weakness!" Your hands travel up to remove her hat and place your fingers to undo some of the tangled curls.

"That's right, you are the strongest pirate there is" You say as you caress her hair. She smiled at this. Her eyes lighting up with new exciting vigor, nodding as felt her confidence return.

"You're right darling! Absolutely right!" She cupped your face and kissed you hard on the lips, standing up with a proud laugh as you handed her favorites sleeping trousers and tunic. Knowing she cared not for nightgowns like yourself.

"Tommorow I will no longer hold back! They will see me for who I truly am!" She proclaimed with a hearty laugh, You smiled. Glad to see your words had worked and saved the rest of the furniture in the room.

"Good, Now we rest tonight. For tommorow a new day starts and in that, a plan for prove all those wrong" You say as Alvida nods and claimed into bed after you, Pulling to her.

"Not yet, I have missed you. That and reward you for being so supportive and guiding me" Alvida said with a grin placing kisses down your neck which made you giggle. Her hands finding their way to your waist as well and pulling at the fabric of your gown.

While Alvida was the head of this crew of blood thirty pirates. You were the Neck that turned its gaze.

[onyxopossum]

So um... have you thought about a singer! Reader and buggy comming in the bar/club?

Specifically refairing to covers of "house of asmodeus from hazbin hotel" or "think of me from phantom of the opera" and the clown captain (and his crew) just at aw at the powerful voice?

Oh my gosh, my first ever Ask!! Thank you Anon so so SO MUCH!

I can't say that I considered writing a singer! reader but your prompt is just so wonderful that I'm willing to give it a try!

I'm sadly not familiar with Helluva Boss (only watched season 1 so far), but how did you know I absolutely LOVE Phantom of the Opera. I got the chance to see it on Broadway before it ended, too!

(Thinking of Buggy as the Phantom wearing a mask to cover his nose–haha!)

Going with the female reader since "Think of Me" is sung by Christine.

Hope I meet your expectations Anon! 💜 Enjoy!

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Buggy x Singer!FemaleReader

Music: "Think of Me" from Phantom of the Opera by Andrew Lloyd Webber

Theme: Fluff

No Warnings

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You sat in front of the vanity mirror, carefully putting on your make-up for the evening. The main singer that evening had developed a cough and refused to perform that left the showtime manager no choice but to have you perform in their place. This was going to be your debut as the replacement headliner, and being nervous was the understatement of the year.

The showtime bar was fancy enough that it was frequented by some well-known characters, and that did not exclude high-bounty pirates or Marines; neither of which you particularly cared for but they sure did pay a lot. You sighed and checked yourself once more in the mirror and tried to calm your nerves.

You almost managed to calm down when a stagehand knocked on your door frame, "Y/N, you're on in fifteen," they paused and backtracked their hurried steps before sticking their head in your room, "it's nearly a full house tonight, bunch of those unsavory pirate types, too, from the looks of it. You got this, alright?" You glanced at them through the mirror and nodded. You waited for them to leave before sighing and trying to calm down all over again.

It was a full house full of higher society and marines towards the front with pirates trickling in from the sides and back. Towards the back of the showtime bar sat Captain Buggy and a few members of his crew–Mohji, Cabaji, and Alvida. They sat in the shadows trying not to draw too much attention to themselves while still having a clear view of the stage; Buggy had been in a particularly disagreeable mood for the past few days, so his crew hoped some entertainment would make him less insufferable. They knew Buggy had a soft spot for more theater-esque performances and tonight's performances sounded right up his alley– or so they hoped.

Behind the curtain you were in position and ready. You heard the music begin and you held your hands together to try and stop your trembling. The curtain raised and you were blinded by the spotlight. You could not fully see your audience but you could feel the eyes of the patrons all on you now. You tuned out the rest of the world around you except for the music and focused on your voice; right now nothing else mattered except proving to yourself you had what it took to perform.

Think of me, think of me fondly

When we've said goodbye

Remember me, once in a while

Please promise me you'll try

When you find that once again, you long

To take your heart back and be free

If you ever find a moment

Spare a thought for me…

From the audience Buggy had been grumbling to himself until you began to sing. He quickly hushed Cabaji and Mohji before becoming entranced at your voice. Your every movement under the light, every inflection of your voice, the rise and fall of your chest as you exhale and inhale breath with each line.

Think of me, think of me waking

Silent and resigned

Imagine me trying too hard

To put you from my mind

Recall those days

Look back on all those times

Think of the things we'll never do

There will never be a day

When I won't think of you…

Buggy did not know who you were, but in his mind, it was only him and you. His mouth hung slightly agape as he was lost in your voice. It soothed him and washed over him, sweeping away his frustrations and leaving him lost in the moment, in your moment.

Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade

They have their season, so do we

But please promise me that sometimes

You will think of me.

With your final note the music ended and the crowd erupted in thunderous applause. You bowed and smiled, catching your breath before taking a few steps back and the curtain closing.

Buggy was on his feet the moment the song ended clapping enthusiastically. Even his crew was amazed at the sheer power of your voice. As the curtain fell Buggy's clapping slowed to a stop before a wide grin spread across his face. Cabaji, Mohji, and Alvida knew that look all too well.

Buggy wanted you, and one way or another he was going to figure out how to make you join his crew.

[m-musings]

Winging It: Buggy the Clown X Winged! Fem! Reader Pt. 2

A/n: ehhhh this part is definitely not as good as the first but i still like it and that's all that matters! also, i forgot to say this on part 1 but lmk if you want to be added to the one piece fic taglist or any other taglist!

(part 1 here! :] )

Word Count: 2k Summary: Being sick of the duo dodging their problems, the other pirates take the matter of Buggy and (Y/n)'s relationship into their own hands. Warnings: a bit of angst but mainly fluff.

It had been about 3 weeks since the incident on the island, and tensions between Buggy and (Y/n) were at an all time high.

What was once friendly camaraderie was now an awkward mess of a thing. Any contact they had before had been limited to only seeing each other when absolutely necessary. Avoiding each other in meetings with the crew or eating alone during mealtime had become a common practice for the two.

If Buggy needed something of (Y/n), he would make one of the others tell her in his place, just so he wouldn't have to face her. (Y/n) even began skipping show rehearsals to spare the both of them from anymore embarrassment or heartache.

No matter how hard she had tried, Buggy had pretty much stopped acknowledging her existence all together and vice versa.

It did hurt (Y/n) to not be around him as often, but she still didn't have the courage to face Buggy again, no matter how much she just wanted to run up and throw her arms around him in an affectionate embrace.

"Thinking about the clown again?" A voice called from across the table, pulling (Y/n) from her thoughts.

(Y/n) lifted her gaze to look back at Alvida, who was waiting for a response with one eyebrow lifted in question.

With a saddened nod, (Y/n) tentatively picked at the food on her plate.

"Am I that easy to read?..." Half-heartedly laughed (Y/n) as she pushed a piece of potato from one side of her platter to the other.

"Kinda, yeah. You've been like this ever since the day I had that meeting with you guys.."

"Well, that's pretty much when this whole thing started. It sucks, but I can't change what happened back there."

"Why don't you two just make up already, then? It's obvious that you both like each other. A little too much if you ask me..." Alvida grumbled as she took a sip of the drink in her hand.

"You dont get it, 'Vida. His face after he said was just... utter disappointment. Almost like he hated himself for having feelings for me. And then, he just- just walks away without another word! I never want to experience that feeling ever again!" (Y/n) groaned, burying her head in her arms now crossed on the table.

"But have you even thought about asking him why he walked off?"

"Of course I have! I tried to a few days afterwards but every time I got close, he said he was busy and left me standing there like a fool! So, obviously there's no point in making the effort anymore."

"Maybe not, but if there's one thing I know about all this sappy shit, it's that you'll never find out the truth unless you talk it out."

"Sure, I'll do that when that Luffy guy finds the One Piece! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meal to eat." (Y/n) snarked before angrily stabbing into a piece of meat on her plate as the female captain stood up from the table.

Alvida simply sighed, shaking her head in response before turning around to go order around some of the Big Top crew to do some work around the ship.

The next day, (Y/n) was flying above the boat, watching out for a town that laid on the northern part of the Polestar Islands while thinking about her conversation with Alvida.

As she scanned the skyline, her attention was captured by Cabaji shouting for her.

"Hey, (Y/n) could you come with me for a while? I need some help with something below deck! Mohji said he'd take over as lookout for you for a bit."

"Uh, yeah, be down there in a second!" Called (Y/n) before closed her wings and soared down to land directly next to the unicyclist.

Following him as he lead her down a hallway in the sleeping quarters of the ship, Cabaji looked behind to give (Y/n) an almost apologetic smile before turning to face forwards again.

With a confused look on her face, she started to survey her surroundings warily as the two continued to strut through the ships underbelly.

As (Y/n) and Cabaji reached the door, she saw Buggy and Alvida approaching not far behind.

(Y/n)'s posture instantly become more rigid as she looked straight ahead to avoid eye contact with the man she had been dreading to be around.

"Captain."

"(Y/n)."

The air was thick with apprehension as the two pirates silently stood side by side, trying not to bump into each other in the restrictive space.

"Ok, so the problem we're having is right in this room. Both of you can come and take a look." Said the raven-haired acrobat as he motioned to the dwelling before him.

The winged girl and red-nosed man leaned forward to be met with a little room full of buckets, brooms and mops.

Taken aback, both chanced a glance at one another before spinning their heads around to see an anxious looking Cabaji wringing his hands together.

"Cabaji, what are we doing at the supply closet?" Buggy sighed as he irritatedly placed a hand over his eyes.

"Yeah, there's nothing here but cleaning stuff and old wine barrels."

"Well you see, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for what I'm about to do to you two because it's for your own good!" Cabaji winced with regret, suddenly reeling back before shoving (Y/n) and Buggy into the room.

(Y/n) hissed in pain, barely managing to recover when she peered up and saw Alvida smirk at her before slamming the wooden door shut.

"Hey wait! What the hell is going on?!" (Y/n) asked as she got up from the floor and began to pound on the door, which was refusing to open.

Buggy pushed himself back up and tried to turn the handle, only to find it had been locked from the outside.

"Cabaji! You better unlock this door now or I'm shooting you out of a canon!" Growled Buggy as he started banging on the door too.

"No way! We're not letting you two out until you idiots finally talk it out! I'm sick of you guys avoiding each other all the time!" Alvida yelled from somewhere outside the door.

"You can't do this!" (Y/n) exclaimed as she used all her force to push against the panels.

"I can if it's what gets you both to have a normal conversation for once! Now talk or I'll come in there and make you talk!" Alvida stated with a barking kind of chortle.

As Buggy tried to use his devil fruit abilities to knock the door down, (Y/n) tried to search for any other way out of this predicament while the pair heard Alvida and Cabaji's footsteps recede back down the hall.

After scanning every nook and cranny and seeing that there was no escape from the small space, (Y/n) heaved out a morose sigh and flew to a small chair in the corner of the room opposite to the door.

"She's right, y'know... we have to talk about it at some point so why not now?"

Buggy's rampant banging on the wood slats stopped abruptly at her words as he almost growled with a scowl carved on his usually jovial face.

"There's nothing to talk about..."

"Oh really? You really don't think deserting me on a random street after calling me yours warrants a conversation? Or don't think ignoring me every time I even take a single step in your direction deserves an explanation?!"

"I don't owe you an explanation, I'm your captain and what I say or do goes. End of story!"

"Well then stop acting like my captain and act like my friend, Buggy! Just fucking talk to me!" Hollers (Y/n), angrily standing and stomping on the ground.

"See, that right there, that's the problem! I don't just want to be your friend or your stupid captain anymore! I want to be your everything!" Asserts Buggy, pointing a gloved finger in her direction.

Oh...

"Because... well because, I love you, (Y/n), and I want to spend every moment of every day with you..." Buggy admits almost inaudibly, his shoulders slumping in surrender.

...

Oh.

"You... love me?" (Y/n) quietly repeated, the fury in her eyes slowly subsiding.

Realizing he couldn't change the subject anymore, he threw his hat on the ground before leaning on the door and sliding down to sit against the scratchy wood floor.

"Of course I do. Everything you do drives me crazy. From the way you actually laugh at my dumb jokes to way you smile when you're flying above the crowd when we perform, I can't take it anymore! I want to spend every second I can with you and it kills me inside that I can't."

"Who said you can't?" Inquires (Y/n), who tiptoes over and sits down across from the clown pirate.

"You've made it pretty clear that you're not interested. For god's sake, i flirt with you all the time and you never seem to reciprocate any of my attempts."

"I never even knew that's what you were doing!" Scoffs (Y/n) as she throws her hands up in exasperation.

"Really? I thought I was being so obvious!"

"In my defense, you flirt with a lot of people."

"I do?!" Buggy questions incredulously.

(Y/n) laughs in reply, shrugging her shoulders as she nods in confirmation.

"Aw, shit.... I screwed myself over, huh?" Whined Buggy as he squinted with a sheepish look on his face.

(Y/n) then shakes her head and draws Buggy in by his shoulders into a tight hug. For a brief moment, Buggy hesitates but promptly holds her in return, though ever so slightly tighter.

"No, you didn't. I still love you, Bugs."

Buggy's worried face drops and he pulls away from (Y/n) before red begins to bloom all across his painted face.

(Y/n) slaps a hand over her mouth at the shock of what she had just confessed to the man she cared so deeply about.

"What did you just say?..."

"Don't make me repeat it..." (Y/n) implores with her face growing darker as well.

"No, say it again.... Please."

As Buggy's desperate eyes bore into her own, she took a deep breath before grabbing the green-eyed pirate's hands into her own.

She then lifts the both of them from the ground and leads him to stand in the middle of the closet, the only noise being the muffled sound of their hearts beating fast in their chests.

"I love you, Buggy. I have for a long time now. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before..."

"No, I'm sorry, pretty thing... I should have just heard you out back then. Apparently, even the lady I adore more than anything can't save me from being dumb. Can you ever forgive an old sea dog like me?"

"Hmm... sure I can. Under one condition."

"Anything. Just name your price."

"Kiss me?" Requested (Y/n), looking up at him through her lashes.

Buggy chuckled deeply before tugging (Y/n) closer to him and placing a gentle, gloved hand on either side of her face.

"I think that can easily be arranged." He whispered before placing his lips upon hers, careful to not let his nose get in the way.

All the weeks of strain and struggle began to melt away as the kiss grew longer and their passion grew stronger.

As they continued reveling in the time in each others touch, (Y/n)'s wings unfurled themselves from her back and wrapped the two of them in a sort protective blanket, shielding them from any prying eyes and warming both their bodies and hearts.

"Ahem!" A voice calls from the doorway.

Buggy and (Y/n) separate and peek behind her feathers to see Alvida and a whole crowd of pirates standing behind her with amused looks on their faces.

"It's about time!" She grins before the whole crew behind her begins to cheer raucously.

(Y/n) looks up to face Buggy with an ecstatic smile before she leaps into his arms and nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck.

With a grumbling laugh echoing in his chest, Buggy wraps his arms around her and places a soft but sweet kiss upon her forehead.

"I love you, Buggy." Murmurs (Y/n) as her smile grows wider.

"I love you too, angel." Buggy mutters in (Y/n)'s ear, still holding her as they go to celebrate with the crew.

[cyborg-franky]

Buggy Pirates

Buggy x Gender Neutral Reader

++Hurt/Comfort++

Helping a depressed S/O Helping a depressed S/O 2

++Angst++ "If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.” "You didn't deserve that..."

++Headcannons++ Headcannons for Dating Buggy Buggy headcannons Proposing Headcannons Married to Buggy

++Fluffy/Funny++

Swimming Fluff Piece Happy Birthday Captain Buggy! Running fingers through hair Misunderstanding Fluff Just wanting to kiss his S/O Watching Buggy doing his makeup "You make me say things I never thought I would," Friendship headcannons [platonic] Oujia Board “Do you wanna hold hands?” Tarot Event 3 Of Wands

++AU++ "Oh, you're jealous!" Room Mate AU

Buggy x Female Reader “Can you come over? I don’t want to be alone tonight”

N/SFW Works Headcannons for dating Buggy “i know you can be louder than that.” [GN Reader] N/SFW Alphabet M, O, Q N/SFW Alphabet A,C ,K “god i love your hands” [GN Reader] Post Impel Down [GN Reader] Entire N/SFW Alphabet Spicy N/SFW Alphabet

On Air Event [SFW + GN Reader] Breaking Apart My Way Bring It The Only

++Alvida++ SFW Roomates [GN]

[gingernut1314]

The Luck Child - Chapter 1: Superstitions of a Dying Age

Buggy x F!Reader

Summary: You are called back to Marine Headquarters after five years of working undercover within the crew of the Wild Wood Pirates. There, you are told by your superiors who they wish to grant the title of Warlord to and are assigned a new mission: join the Star Clown's crew and make sure he dies if he fails in his challenge.

Warnings: spoilers for the anime (Marineford Arc and onward), canon divergence

Word Count: 4.5K

A/N: This is done in collaboration with the wonderful @fanaticsnail and her Sapsorrow series--go read it if you haven't already!!! She also was brilliantly kind enough to beta-read this for me! And thank you @i-am-vita for creating the beautiful banner and storyteller collab masterlist!!

I actually haven't gotten to the Marineford Arc yet so please forgive me if anything is not completely right. I tried to leave things very vague for that reason but the events surrounding Buggy were just too perfect for this series! I hope you all enjoy!

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“Not so long ago, in the depth of the Grand Line, where it is so cold, that very cold is considered quite warm, two cold hearts shadowed over the land. One beat cold in a cruel government, the other in a terrible beast: The Griffin. And it happened in a week with two Fridays, that the cruel government heard of a prophecy.” 

The halls of Navy Headquarters were lit like they had allowed the very sun into its walls. No shadow graced its well-maintained halls, not even the likes of your own shadow to accompany you into the awaiting meeting hall. A meeting hall whose doors, which swirled with silver detailing, towered over you like some great, twin titans as you came to a stop before them. 

Titans. 

That was who sat, waiting for you behind those doors. Titans whose very will had sent for you days prior. Who had nearly torn the very delicate position in the pirate crew you had infiltrated to shreds. 

The Wild Wood Pirates; a pack of wild women born from chaos and blood. Women whose power almost rivaled that of the Kuja Pirates and their Warlord Captain. They were a threat to the world government and all who bent the knee to their will. 

A threat the government had not taken to so kindly.

Sending the Snake Princess of the Amazon Lily herself to destroy these wild women had been one of the many ideas sprung to deal with the hardened villains, but your superiors had thought of a different approach--a better, more calculated, and…gentler approach.

Spy on them. Become one of them. See how they slipped from the watchful eye of the Navy and how they could get from one side of the Grand Line to the other in a matter of hours. 

And out of the thousands upon thousands of Marines to choose from for this task, they had chosen you. 

You, the daughter of a well-respected Vice-Admiral and the strongest Marine produced from your class.

You, who was vicious in your attack upon the pirates that sailed the Grand Line. 

You, who was bloodthirsty in your pursuit of the bandits and petty thieves that roamed the streets of the bases you occupied. 

Wild. You were wild. Too wild, many a superior had spat, to be a Marine. So wild you had gotten yourself demoted and benched more times than you could care to count on your own two hands and feet. 

It was why you had made the perfect candidate to infiltrate such a group of pirates. Unknown by most--overlooked--you and your savageness had been sent off to wander the Grand Line. Had been allowed to spread chaos and fear in your travels. Had been allowed to run wild. 

You had earned your own little bounty, on the promise it would be cleared upon the success of your mission, and had been welcomed into the Wild Wood Pirates ranks with a few, messy kills. 

It was crooked. Wicked of your superiors to allow you to do such horrid acts, but it was all in the name of discovery. Of committing little evils to behead that of a greater one. 

You rose in rank gradually throughout the years you had joined their crew. Had gained favor with your new captain. Had gained such favor, you had been allowed on their main ship; The Robber’s Den. A grand vessel with a twisting and turning tunnel-like underbelly and home to a strange forest that grew over the deck.

Had just, after death and back-breaking labor, been allowed to be above deck as they traveled through the Grand Line at in-humanly fast speeds. The answers you sought had been in your grasp--your mission nearly complete when those very same superiors who had assigned you this years-long mission, sent a messenger bat to recall you. 

You tugged at your white uniform. One you hadn’t worn in five years. Tugged and pulled and shifted it over your body, trying desperately to get comfortable in its hold. 

Too tight, too thick, too itchy. It didn’t feel like your uniform any longer. It felt like a costume. A disguise. A poorly made disguise at that. 

How had you ever had the patience to wear such a monstrosity?

The answer is you never had and coming fresh off the seas, where one did as they pleased, when they pleased it, the uniform was already trying your thin patience.

You shifted the cap upon your head, it having begun to itch right alongside your uniform, as you stared up at those giant doors before you. 

In and out. 

You willed--no prayed--for this meeting to be as swift as The Robber’s Den’s speed. An hour--an hour and a half at most is all you knew you had the tolerance for.

A progress report. That is what they had written in their letter. It would be a simple meeting. A very simple meeting, seeing as they had whisked you away from those Wild Wood Pirates before you could glean their biggest secret from them.

With a great, chest-expanding breath, you pushed your way into the meeting room full of glorified titans. 

You wished beyond all hope to have your shadow by your side for company at that moment. 

“Ah, so the feral girl finally makes her appearance.” The grating voice of Akainu spoke, stopping all idle conversation that had bounced around the rounded table and room. He was the first you spotted, signature pink rose on his breast and the basic, marine-sanctioned cap on his head, which led the eye to the large scars littering the right side of his body.

You let your eyes scan over the others around the table--all faces you recognized but many whose ranking seemed to have changed in your absence. 

And Akainu, whose voice filled your ears with white-hot rage and made boiling magma to match that of his devil fruit powers roar through your veins, had been gifted the most gracious promotion. That of Fleet Admiral. 

It did not surprise you he had climbed this high in rank. He was smart, cunning, and powerful. It did, however, have your curiosity stifling your coiling anger for a mere moment. 

Why would a Fleet Admiral need to be present during a simple progress report? 

You felt your muscles move on memory before your brain could rush to keep up with its sharp movements. Heels brought together, hips and shoulders on level, legs straight but not so firm as to lock up your knees, and right hand brought to meet your right brow in respect of your higher-ups. 

“Forgive me, sir. I had been making my way to old headquarters before I realized its relocation.” The man let a mouth full of smoke escape his lips, which a half-smoked cigar still lay between. 

“I didn’t expect anything else, Apprentice.” You hardly were able to refrain from outright snarling at the Fleet Admiral. 

Seaman Apprentice. One rank up from being a lowly recruit. A rank you had received only a week before you were given your undercover assignment. “I see those wild women took every last ounce of civility from you.” He said, giving a wicked laugh at your reaction. 

“With all due respect, Fleet Admiral.” Another member, sitting closest to the entrance, spoke up before you could lose your already lost temper. His chair blocked him from view, but you knew the dull voice of your father too well. 

“Y/N took a great risk in joining the ranks of the Wild Wood Pirates. Took a greater risk still in coming here on such unexpected notice. It shows her dedication and devotion to our government.” Your father finished, making no such move as to look upon you. To see what had become of his only child in the time spent with the enemy.

Akainu let another mouthful of smoke filter out between his teeth, his dark eyes scanning over you from beneath his cap. Eyes that reignited that itch your uniform made crawl over your skin like a thousand ants had marched their way under it. It made your fingers twitch in want to relieve it.

“At ease.” He grated out, like he was disappointed in releasing you from the restricting position. You let your arm fall to your side before it joined your other behind your back, feet spread shoulders width apart. “I assume you have heard of the battle at Marineford and our…unfortunate happenings with the Warlords.” 

Hardly. You had hardly heard such news had it not been for the News Coo bird you’d paid discreetly and at risk of your own personal being. You let your superiors know of your little knowledge of the battle. 

“We are looking for others to fill the voids left by Teach, Jinbe, and Gecko Moria. We have filled two of these vacuums.” Akainu gestured for you to find a seat around the table. Your feet carried you to an opening next to the quiet likes of Tsuru, the Vice-Admiral hardly sparing you a glance. “The file before you holds all the information we currently hold on the pirate we believe might fill this last position.” 

Your fingers smoothed over the fine-coursed blue file that sat before you, flipping it open you had not expected to be met with the sparkingly and laughing grin of a pirate whose reputation whispered around even the likes of the isolating Wild Wood Pirates. A reputation of cowardice and overall weakness that your crewmates had loathed.  

A grin you had wanted to punch off his panted face ever since you had first met him in the flesh at the start of your five-year undercover mission. 

You chuckled. No--not chuckled, laughed. A belly-shaking laugh as you grabbed at the edge of the wanted poster to tilt it towards your vision better.

“This is who you plan on granting the title of Warlord to? This bumbling fool?” You shook your head, wiping a stray tear from your eyes as your laughter continued to keep hold of you. “You are right, Fleet Admiral, I have been away from civilization far too long. You wish me to believe this clown is a threat to the Marines? To the World Government?”

“You have been gone far too long. You have forgotten your manners, Apprentice.” The rank had your laughter dying quickly in your throat. A rank hissed at you in a warning. 

Manners. You truly did need to relearn your manners. If you didn’t, your higher-up would demote you to a lowly recruit--maybe even to that of chore boy and you would be nothing. 

Nothing but a wild mess of a person--a failure. A reject. A disappointment. 

“The Star Clown led a mass of prisoners out of Impel Down, of which he managed to escape with hardly a scratch.” You pursed your lips together to keep any remaining remarks down. 

You hadn’t seen that in the news. Must have missed it in your isolation.

“He led those highly dangerous prisoners against us on the battlefield and still holds them under his command. He is becoming a threat.” Akainu all but spat your way.

“He’s just been lucky.” An admiral, sitting to the left of the Fleet Admiral, spoke, leaning back in his chair in dismission of the clown.

“Too lucky. We need to nib this luck at its source before it grows out of our power to control.” Akainu snapped at the admiral next to him, who hardly seemed phased. “If we--”

“A luck child,” Tsuru spoke from beside you, cutting off the Fleet Admiral. You almost threw the woman a wicked smile in approval had you not remembered she had a disliking of you right alongside the rest of her comrades. “Poor as penance, rich as snow, a great captain of a great captain. Wise men prophesied this child would one day achieve greatness.” 

The room fell silent as the words fell heavy over the air. Words you had never heard once in your life, but ones that seemed to flicker in recognition in the eyes of the Marines around you.

“Have we fallen so low as to start believing old superstitions of a dying age?” The admiral to the left huffed. “It was no wise man who spoke those words. Gold Rodger was out of his mind by the time Death came for him. First this luck child, then that foolish proclamation about the One Piece. He was spewing utter nonsense.” 

“Luck is a gift. A blessing. It cannot be undone.” The Admiral scoffed at Tsuru's words once more.

“Akainu, are you going to--”

“Then he is more of a threat than we originally thought. His escape, his ability to gather powerful individuals under his command, his connections to Red-Haired Shanks and the Rodger Pirates, and now this--prophecy.” The Admiral shook his head in disbelief at his superior’s words. “Something needs to be done about him.”

“Then why not just kill him?” You spoke on a gruff, gaining Akainu’s magma-filled gaze once more. “He is more trouble than he is worth. The other pirates mock him--he is their court jester, not their lord. Kill him and be done with it.” You all but hissed, throwing the clown's wanted poster down. 

Akainu rapped his fingers against the marble table before him, deep in thought as he watched you. Watched you in a way you wished he would stop. 

“You’ll find a map just beneath his bounty.” You pursed your lips together once more. 

Manners. Remember your manners.

“As I am sure you have already gathered, we have not called you back for a simple progress report. You are to take that map to him as an offering to join his crew.” You pulled the map out from behind his bounty poster. 

It was small. Old. Its detailing was lacking and few of the black lines that made up its image had faded with age.

How anyone was supposed to properly use it in its deteriorating state was beyond you.

“And what of the Wild Wood Pirates?” You asked, glancing back up to your superior. 

“What of them?” He said, seeming utterly unworried. It fueled your anger once more.

“If they find out I left to join up with another crew they will not stop hunting me until I am dead.” You said, biting back the snap in your voice. 

“Then sail clear of their territory.” Akainu snapped, uncaring to hold back his words’ own sharpness.

Sail clear of their territory--you almost scoffed. They had no territory. They didn’t care about such things. Power was all they cared about. Blood and chaos and pain. You went to tell him as such, but he was quick to shut your complaints down.

“You’re job, Apprentice, is to give him the map and join his crew. You are to take account of every last individual who has joined him, report it back to us, and make sure he finds this island. If he can find it and win the golden feather amongst its hordes of treasure, then he will receive a letter from us in due time telling of his new title. But if the beast that roams those lands defeats him, then we have nothing to worry about besides contacting the runner-up.” 

You clenched your fist in your lap. Clenched it so hard you were almost certain you had broken the thin skin of your palm.

Join him. Join that fool? No. Never. 

“Why would this feather be of any interest to him?” You asked, channeling all your frustrations into your grip. 

“It is said to be of an opposing nature to that of the Devil Fruits. Legend says it frees its user from Mother Ocean’s hold forevermore. If the stories are to be believed, he would be able to swim as he pleased in her waters, never to drown. Maybe even be given the power to deify that of Seastone.” The Admiral to his left shook his head once more at the continued fairy tales and legends. 

“And what happens when he fails to find this golden feather? When he fails to get eaten by this beast because he has run away like the slimy creature he is?” You asked, closing the file to keep those irritating green-blue eyes from staring at you any longer.

“Then you kill him as you see fit.” Akainu closed his own file. “You wild things do so love a bloody kill.” 

Manners--oh but your manners were running very, very thin. 

You pulled a thin-lipped smile to your features. 

“As you command, Fleet Admiral.” Akainu chuckled darkly, releasing another mouthful of smoke.

“Very good.”  He smirked, standing from his seat. “Then it is settled. Apprentice Y/N will see if our--Luck Child,” He said with another rumbling chuckle, “is fit for greatness as such wise men have prophecied. If not, he is better off dead and off the chess board.” You stood with the rest of the Marines around the table, right hand back on your brow as the Fleet Admiral moved through the room towards those great, giant doors. 

The three admirals were quick to follow, and so on and so on until you were left standing in that too-bright, rounded meeting room with your father. 

You felt no need for formal respect when it came to him, so you were quick to drop what little was left of your good manners and snarled like some raid animal in your frustrations.

You tugged and yanked at your uniform once more, loosening buttons and your necktie.

“Will you be--” You were quick to fix him with a daggered glare and a show of hissing teeth. 

“I stopped needing your care long ago.” Your father hardly blinked at your wild behavior.

“You may have stopped needing it but I have yet to stop caring.” He sighed, standing from his seat. 

Care. Like you were supposed to believe he truly cared for you. 

You watched him pull something from the pocket of his white dress-pants. It was a rectangular envelope in a soft shade of periwinkle, with elegant and swirling handwriting that looped over the front.

You recognized it immediately for what it was. An invitation. One you had seen many times in the past.

“The Lady Aegea of the Magmere Isle is hosting her annual masquerade ball in three days time. Many ladies will be presented--” You held a hand up to stop him before he could continue to waste his breath.

“Have you forgotten I have been ordered to worm my way into yet another pirate crew by that time? If I am not killed for my betrayals, I will be no lady of any court you wish associations with.” Your father looked--tired. Older. 

When had he gotten like that? 

“I just want to see you happy.” That only had your anger spiking in your chest. A deep anger that had been building ever since your childhood. 

“You raised me as if I was nothing more than another cadet under your command, remember?” They were words he had heard from you many times over. Words to rival that of the ballrooms and proper lady-like conversation and courtships he threw your way. Even when you had joined the Marines, he continued to offer you up on a silver platter to any lord brave enough to try for your hand and you continued to fight him. “I cannot help the path laid before me.” 

“You can throw my biggest mistakes in my face, but it will not change my hopes for your future.” You scoffed at his words. Words that he spoke in a dull drawl that only had your anger coiling tighter around your heart. “Will you at least take the invitation? In case you change your mind. I will fight to have you removed from this assignment if you do.” Your eyes scanned over the invitation. You knew there was no way you would attend such an event, not unless it was forced upon you. 

But if you took it now, it would keep him off your back for a little while longer.

“Fine.” You snapped, grabbing up the Star Clown’s file before making your way around the table to snag the invitation from your father’s awaiting grasp. “This means nothing of my attendance.” Your father only smiled--too excited for his own good. 

“Of course, of course…though, I have been told Lady Aegea has invitited the great Lord Dacule Mihawk.” He was always invited. The swordsman was the most sought-after suitor in the blue sea and Lady Aegea had a strange fixation on him. Him and finding him a suitor. “And rumor has it he will be in attendance this year.” 

“I find that very hard to believe.” You huffed, shoving the invitation amongst the rest of your newly gathered information, tucked away in the file you held. Though the Warlord had been invited to every last ball the Lady Aegea threw, he never once dared to show his face.

“He might be of some help to your mission. Him being a Warlord after all.” Your father said as you started out of the meeting hall, hardly sparing your father a final look. He was not saying this to be of any real help. It was his way of bringing the Warlord to your attention for potential courtship. 

“Good day, Vice Admiral.” 

“Wouldn’t you agree?” Your father called as you stormed out of those giant doors. Stormed out of those shadow-stealing lights and too-clean halls ways. Stormed passed fellow Marines making their way through the halls just as you did, though looking far less angered.

You yanked your cap from your head as you hit fresh air. Air that didn’t smell of cigar smoke and molten lava. Your uniform top was next, its persistent itching becoming far too much for you to handle. 

Luck child, luck child, luck child. 

Curse that foolish clown. Curse him and his horrid luck. 

There was no reward in this for you. Nothing other than a death sentence, old wives' tales, your father's nags of marriage, and your submission to yet another power you had no interest in following.

Buggy the Clown was not that lucky. No man was that lucky and you would be the one to end this ridiculous string of good fortune.

Screams and shouting commands filled the roaring, storm-filled air as the Big Top was hit with yet another mountainous wave. Saltwater stung at Buggy’s eyes and made loose strands of blue hair stick to the sides of his face, which his make-up ran over, ruined. Saltwater that had his grip on the lines he had been retieing begin to grow weak, Mother Ocean’s power over him slowly starting to win. 

“Shit, shit, shit!” Buggy screamed as he managed to retie the rigging despite his numbing fingers. 

Screw Mother Ocean. Screw Devil Fruits and screw this freak storm that has come out of nowhere. A storm that had already claimed three of his men in its merciless hunger.

He spied Alvida, kneeling on the drenched deck, looking about ready to pass out. Her long, curling locks stuck to her smooth skin which looked all too pale in the muggy light the storm clouds allowed to slip through.

The water was no doubt taking its effect on her now, rendering her utterly useless.

Buggy grabbed for another loose line that was threatening to run free just as a large ball of wax rolled past dangerously, knocking a few of his freaks over as it headed toward the front of his ship.

Galdino, a fellow escapee from Impel Down and one of Buggy’s newest crew members, must have encapsulated himself before the water could do much to drain his own powers. Encapsulated himself in a rolling ball that, if didn’t kill someone, would surely roll straight into the ocean. 

Stupid idiot.

Buggy’s muscles loosened then and, despite his best efforts, the line he had been holding fell from his grasp, shooting up into the rain and sea-spray-filled air. Something snapped and Buggy turned just in time to give a screeching curse as the main boom swayed low, knocking into him and sending Buggy flying. 

“Captain!” The sound of his Chief of Staff, Cabaji, called as Buggy groaned at the pain zapping through his body. 

“Get--get us out of this fucking storm!” Buggy hissed, his roaring coming out more breathy as he fought to regain the air in his lungs. 

He hardly heard Cabaji’s response before the ship hit something solid. 

Wood splintered and groaned and Buggy was, yet again, thrown through the air with a scream.

All he could do was scream as Mother Ocean stole all his fight and energy. Scream till his voice ran horse and his limp body was thrown overboard. 

Buggy hit the cold water and was thrown in thrashing circles. 

His lungs burned as he held his breath against the raging waters around him. Lungs and eyes and nostrils burned like fire had been poured into them. It was hell--and just when hell seemed to get the upper hand, to just begin to wrestle the air from his lungs, he was spat out onto a sandy shore. 

Body unable to move, Buggy lay cursing the sea. Cursing Mother Ocean and the Grand Lines freakish weather. Weather that seemed was beginning to calm as if it had taken its pound of flesh from him, satisfied. 

A wave crashed into Buggy, further numbing his body and sinking him into the wet sand beneath him. 

Screw this. Screw sand. Screw water. Screw the air. Screw himself and his devil-blessed powers.

“Captain! Oh, thank the gods!” It was Cabaji’s voice again, growing nearer and nearer. Relief flooded through Buggy’s chest as his Chief of Staff came into view just as another wave crashed into him, stealing his breath once more before falling back into the vast sea.

“Get. Me. The hell. Up!” Buggy hissed as quickly as the saltwater would allow him. 

“Right, yes. Yes, Captain.” Hands grabbed him under his shoulders and dragged his limp body further inland, away from the sea still wishing to drag him into their depths. “We thought you were dead, Captain,” Cabaji grunted as he continued to drag Buggy over the shore. 

Of course he wasn’t dead. He was tougher then that.

The taste of salt water on his lips sent a shiver down Buggy’s spine.

From this angle, Buggy could just spot his precious ship laying on its side, beached like some great whale and looking like someone had taken some great hammer to its hull.

Whoever had been in the crow's nest was going to get murdered. 

“You’re luck never ceases to amaze me, Captain Buggy.” Cabaji huffed, finally coming to a stop once he had made it to the rest of Buggy’s exhausted crew. He spotted Alvida slumped on the sand just as he was, teeth grit and hissing insults Mohji’s way, who had been trying to help her. 

Luck--ha. Buggy laughed at such bullshit.

How was getting knocked into the ocean and nearly drowning lucky?

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The Luck Child - Chapter 3: Discussions of Pain and Chaos

Buggy x F!Reader

Summary: Buggy throws a temper tantrum and you are less than happy to sit around and wait for him than his senior officers. Especially when your position on his crew has yet to be decided.

Warnings: spoilers for the anime (Marineford Arc and onward), canon divergence, canon typical violence

Word Count: 3.8K

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Buggy had been a snapping firecracker of chop-chopped limbs, screeching and screaming, angered tears, and cruses upon Red-Haired Shanks’ name. A firecracker that burned bright and fast, flying off to bar himself within his large, red and white striped tent, now very crinkled map in hand. 

There had been throwing and the sound of crashing and then--silence. Utter silence that had lasted for longer than you could have ever believed the clown could stay as such. 

So long, you were beginning to convince yourself he had died. There was no other logical option, really. Because the Buggy you knew could not physically keep his mouth shut even if it was to save his life.

But firecrackers were, if anything else, short-lived things.

His senior officers seemed utterly unphased by Buggy’s temper tantrum. 

Cabaji had walked off to shout commands and insults at his subordinates fixing their Captian’s ship, the Big Top, while the rest sat just before Buggy’s tent in chairs made of wax. 

You paced. Had been pacing since Buggy had locked himself in his tent and continued to pace as Galdino came back over to the assembled group with a silver tray in hand. Intricately designed porcelain tea cups full of steaming dark-amber liquid sat on top of it, a matching teapot in the middle. 

You watched, turning back around to pace before the tent flaps, as Galdino handed Alvida one of the cups. Watched her, from her spot on a wax-made couch she lounged out upon, take the tea from him, an all-too-pleasant thank you leaving her red painted lips. Lips that pulled up in the smallest of smiles for the man. Galdino nodded his head, a near-matching smile on his face. 

You turned on your heels once more, after making it to the other end of the tent, and headed back for the other side as Galdino handed Mohji a cup as well. The fur-covered first mate nodded his thanks and took a sip of tea, a pleased hum on his lips. His larger-than-normal lion, whose name you remembered was Richie, napped at his feet like some overgrown cat.

Galdino turned towards you and your pacing body, his lips thinning. 

“Would you like a cup? It’s earl grey--made the bled myself just yesterday.” He spoke, pride welling in his voice at such a fact. 

You paused in your pacing. Paused and stood perfectly still as he came up to you, taking your settledness as welcome. 

You lifted a hand to take the delicate cup from his, Galdino grinning at you. 

“See? Isn’t the simple pleasure of a nice cup of tea much better than such--” You grinned a wolfishly wicked thing in his face as you sharply threw the cup away, it shattering into little pieces against the hard surface of a nearby rock, which grew damp from the spilled, homemade tea. “...brutish nonsense.” The former Mr. 3 finished, a deep frown cutting down his face. “That was a part of a set.” He snapped.

“Boo. Hoo.” You answered, starting up your pace once more. 

“It’s not worth trying to tame such a savage beast.” Alvida’s silky smooth voice spoke as she raised the porcelain to her lips, sharp eyes tracking Galdino as he started for his own wax-made chair next to her couch. “It’s best to either give them a wide berth or hunt them down for sport.” 

“You might be right. And she does have such a nice bounty on her head.” Galdino mused, sitting down all prim and properly in his chair. Alvida took a sip of her tea, turning her head so she could continue to glance his way.

“Then why vogue for her in such a way? We would do best to get rid of her. Stray animals should stay as such.” She said with a smirk and another sip of tea.

“Because, dear, what a nice asset she would be to us if she were domesticated.” Galdino took a sip from his own cup, turning his gaze onto Alvida with a growing smirk of his own. “Maybe we would do best to invest in a shock collar. That would keep her from causing too much mayhem.” Alvida gave a luscious chuckle. 

“If we are to keep her, dear, then we best invest now.” You ignored their taunting, finding it not worth your time. Especially when your time was already being wasted waiting around for that pathetic excuse of a man still hiding away in his tent.

“How much longer does he expect us to wait around for him to sulk?” You snapped, turning sharply on your heels once more to march back over the white sand you had been leaving a consistent trail of boot marks in.

“We find it best to…leave the captain be when he gets like this,” Mohji spoke, taking a sip of tea. “He’ll come around…soon enough.” 

“Soon enough is not good enough. He should be out here discussing a play of action.” Mohji winched at your words.

“I would not push him.” You snarled at the fur-covered man who all but sunk into his chair as if to get away from your wrath. His lion stirred, seemingly sensing his master's unease. 

“Galdino, dear, make a note to also purchase a muzzle.” Alvida’s voice hummed. 

“Yes. Our budget definitely would allow for that as well.” You turned your snarl onto them. 

You would only take so many slights against your name.

“You best remember Galdino that I will take no such disrespect from you or anyone.” You hissed, making the man pale. Alvida only laughed, its ambrosian ring floating over the soft breeze, not understanding the true meaning behind your words. 

Galdino was best to remember that you still held power over him. Best to remember you held his daughter’s life in your hands and that one simple call would send her into the pits of hell. 

“And what will you do, wild woman? You are trying to join our crew and you have been doing very little to earn your place.” What you would do to that woman had her words not rang true. What utter carnage you would have wrought against her and this crew she belonged to if you didn’t have this mission to complete.

You snarled at her for a moment longer, a moment long enough for her to take yet another sip of her tea and swallow before you barged into the tent you had been pacing before. 

You would drag that fool from his den before you sat there any longer and allowed that woman to insult you. 

Darkness enveloped you. A darkness only broken up by the round hole in the apex of the tent, which allowed the smoke from the fire at the center to escape through. The fire flickered and swayed at the sudden rush of wind you had created in your rush. 

Its swaying light illuminated more of the space. Illuminated a broken desk, shattered mugs, and torn papers. Brightly colored clothes lay sprawled over the floor, causing the fire’s light to reflect off the sparkles and gems on them to shine like a sea of diamonds. Glass beer bottles rattled together as you slowly made your way through the large space towards a pile of pillows that looked like some strange birds nest.

And in that nest, laying on his front, body parts chop-chopped apart, and flowing blue hair splayed around his head, was Buggy the Clown. 

He was quiet. 

Too quiet. 

You’re earlier thought crossed your mind in a flash.

He looked dead. 

Maybe he was--died of his red-hot dramatics. 

What an easy mission that would make, but you knew your luck wasn’t that great. Knew Buggy’s “prophesied” luck was stronger than your own and he was still alive under that sea of blue hair and fluffy blankets. 

“...Buggy?” You questioned, coming to a stop just before his bed space began. 

He didn’t answer. He didn’t move. 

It pissed you off. 

Submission. You had to be--supportive of your new captain's antics. 

Gods--it almost made you want to gag. 

You made your way into his bed space, stepping over pillows and blankets to come to a stop next to him. 

“Buggy?” You tried again, but once more he remained silent as the grave. It was almost eerily how silent he was being. 

With a huff and a manhandling of your will and pride, you sat down next to him and---

Pffffffrrrrrfffttttt. 

The tent grew still once more.

A--a fart…that had been a release of gas-made air. 

Had he--no--that ghastly sound had come from under you, but you knew good and well that you had done no such thing. 

Buggy moved then. 

A small shake of his shoulder that grew so powerful that it began to rock his whole body up and down. 

Buggy was laughing at you. A laugh so intense it was utterly quiet. 

You reached under you and grabbed up the deflated pink, rubber cushion beneath you. 

A whoopee cushion. 

Of course Buggy had planted a whoopee cushion for you to fall for. 

Buggy gave a deep inhale of breath before belting out the loudest, funkiest laugh you’ve ever heard him produce. One that had your anger stifling, if just for a moment, to listen to the utter joy your personal embarrassment had brought him.

“Good one.” You grit, throwing the whoopee cushion at him. Buggy hardly seemed to feel it or care as he turned his head to look up at you, his blue hair cascading over his face and blocking some of his smudged and running make-up. He looked--almost too beautiful in that moment. 

It made you want to chop-chop his head off and punt it into the sea.

“Holy shit! I’m--I’m--BWAHAHAH!!” Another fit of laughter overtook his words, tears brimming at the corners of his cyan eyes. “I’m--I’m sorry but holy shit! You’ve gotta admit I gotcha good!” You clenched your fists tightly in your lap to keep from beating the absolute shit out of the clown laying next to you.

“...you got me.” You said, teeth hardly even letting you get the words out. It only threw Buggy into yet another laughing fit, one accompanied by the slamming of his fist on the ground and feet kicking. 

“I did! I really did!” You let him continue his hysterics, knowing you would prefer to deal with a teasing, happy Buggy, than a Buggy who wouldn’t speak. 

But that silence that had lived in the tent before his prank filtered back in, stealing his laughter and smile and filling those bright eyes with those haunting shadows he had almost convinced you had ceased to exist. You watched him as he let his head fall into his awaiting hands, the heels of his plam digging into his eyes in a rough manner that would further smudge his clown-like make-up. 

It made your skin crawl. Mabe your anger roll in your chest, your fist begging to hit something. 

You forced your fingers to uncoil from their pale knuckled hold on themselves. Forced yourself to think your re-sparked anger was because he had laughed in your face…not because his quiet was making you feel--strange. Not because whoever had put that hauntingly hurt look in his eyes was pissing you off just for daring to make his brightest fall away. A hurt you were carefully piecing together must have something to do with Red-Hair. 

People didn’t just have that kind of reaction to a Jolly Rodger they hadn’t memorized--hadn’t let burn into the forefront of their mind and rage shimmer in their veins at its mere sight. 

No. Nope. Your anger had nothing to do with any of that. 

“I didn’t know the map had anything to do with that Emperor.” You spoke low and slow as if you were approaching some sort of wild beast. Buggy scoffed at you, rolling his head in his head to look back up at you. 

“Of course, you didn’t know. You didn’t even think to smell the damn map.” Buggy said like it was utterly ridiculous that you hadn’t thought of that. 

“Who smells a fucking map?”

“Any pirate who has a true heart for the hunt. Obviously.” You rolled your eyes as you pulled one of your legs out from its crossed position so that you could rest your forearm on your knee, leaning down closer to the clown. 

“Obviously the map wasn’t for me. I care more for the wildness of the adventure than any treasure at its end.” That spark of brightness began to filter back into his eyes as a teasing smirk tugged at his lips. 

“That makes us perfect together then, huh? I like the shininess of gold and silver and you like the shininess of blood and marrow.” You couldn’t help that wolfish grin of yours from pulling to your lips at his words. 

“That I do. Which is why I make such a wondrous addition to your crew.” Those cyan eyes scanned over your face, lingering on your lips for far longer than you liked. Your fists were clenched into fists at the rising beat of your heart, ready to strike him in his far too loud mouth. 

“I still can’t wrap my head ‘round that, Minnow. You don’t like me. You don’t like my crew. You were once a part of a crew whose membership I hear is very difficult to earn. I know your nature well enough to know you wouldn’t just give that up without a true reason.” You watched Buggy who watched you with those eyes of his. Eyes you would never admit had found their way into the shadows of your dreams. Eyes that had your fluttering heart turned blazing in red-hot anger. 

“I’ve already told you. I saw you fight at Marineford and--”

“Cut the crap!” He shouted, rushing to sit up on his knees. To tower over you, grabbing hold of your shirt so that he could yank you closer to his bared teeth. 

Close. How close he had grown. And that anger. Oh, that utterly wild anger had your toes curling in your boots.

Your muscles and temper wanted to grab him and break his hand for ever thinking of touching you, but your brain sharply reminded you once more to submit. 

“You ain’t tryin’ to join me 'cause you saw some fuckin’ broadcast. You ain’t tryin’ to join me 'cause you think I’m powerful. There’s somethin’ you want. What is it?” Buggy hissed in your face. 

Submit, submit, submit.

You grinned up at him, pulling yourself onto your own knees so you could press your breasts into his chest and run a hand over the warm skin of his exposed arm, which was flexed from the hold he had over you. Buggy watched you in pure shock as his face grew redder and redder with each passing moment.

“What I want,” You purred, letting your eyes greedily drink in the thin curve of his lips beneath the smudged paint. “Is to serve you. I want to be your weapon. I want you to wield me however you choose against whomever you choose. I want to see you achieve greatness.” Those eyes of his, so wide and full of disbelief, fluttered to your own lips. 

“But--but you hate me.” His voice grew soft, near whispering along with the loosening of his fingers around your shirt.

“The past is in the past.” You saw that hurt flash in his eyes. That haunting darkness. “Shall I kill off that Red-Haired Emperor for you to prove my loyalty?” Buggy blinked, snapping himself out of whatever haunting pasts had started to invade his mind.

Good.

“W-what? No. You wouldn’t last a second against that guy.” You shrugged on an agreeing nod.

“Yes…but his crew isn’t as unbeatable. I could select one of his senior officers, hum…let’s say their Doctor, to wipe off the chess board. It would be an assassination of stealth--of shadows. It would leave them scrambling to figure out how it had happened. Who had done it. Leave them distracted--hurting.” Buggy’s breath hitched as you continued to speak, bringing your voice low and filling it with honey-thick and sultry tones. 

“I would then go for his chef, then his sharpshooter, and on and on until I get to that pesky first mate of his. Now he would be tougher to kill. I would have to catch him off guard, and on guard he would be after such a massacre of his men. Get him at his weakest state--in his blind spot and strike. Your crew could handle the rest of his underlings and then poor Red-Haired Shanks would be left to wallow in his mourning. He would be weak and utterly alone.” You brought your lips ever closer to his, which parted on a stuttering inhale of air. 

“And then, if you commanded it, I would go for Red-Hair himself. A little poison in the drink he would no doubt be drowning himself in would weaken him enough to make it ever so easy to,” You ghosted your fingers over his neck, feeling Buggy’s rapidly beating pulse and the bob of his Adams Apple on a sharp swallow, “take his head.” 

Buggy watched you for a long moment, tongue wetting his lips and pupils growing with each passing moment he stayed within such close proximity of you. And for a few of those moments, you thought he might try to close that distance. And you might have let him that close again, especially after getting yourself all worked up on such discussions of pain and chaos. 

“Fuck--” Buggy cursed on a huff of air, those eyes of his narrowing as he tried to refocus himself. “I forgot how fuckin’ crazy you are.” You hummed in agreement, fingers continuing to touch his skin. Skin that was all too warm and inviting. 

“And all my instantly is yours now, captain.” Buggy gave that funky laugh of his, a smile pulling at the edge of his lips.

“You’re truly persistent, ain’t ya?” You nodded, thumb brushing over the stumble of his jaw. Buggy shook his head in amusement, finally letting go of your shirt as he flopped back amongst the various pillows that made up his bed space to rub at his face.

“Fine.” He said, voice muffled by his gloved hands. You huffed a smirk, crawling your way over so that you could peer down at him and his sea of blue hair sprawled out around him. 

“Fine…what?” You lulled, peeling one of his hands away from his face so he could look at you. That blush you had pulled from him moments ago dusted over his skin upon finding you kneeling over top of him.

“Alvida is gonna kill me.” He groaned, brows furrowing. 

“And is she your captain?” Buggy gave a huffing chuckle at your question.

“Technically she’s my co-captain. We have this alliance goin’.” You narrowed your eyes down at him, making that blush only deepen. “B-But ya know that’s--she kinda just does her own thing--follows me around. I’m the captain.” You nodded, leaning ever the more closer as your grin yanked at your lips once more.

“Good. I will not serve under her. I will only serve under you.” Buggy swallowed, those alluring eyes of his scanning over your face rapidly. 

“Heh--yeah. Und-under me.” He cleared his drying throat, that blush continuing to bloom. “Yep. On my crew--serving me.” You boredly blinked at his ramblings. 

“What shall your first command be, captain?” You asked, making the clown clear his throat once more.

“Right. Command. Well--if we’re gonna find this treasure, we’re gonna need to find Shanks.” Buggy said, bitting the name of the red-haired emperor out, that anger you so enjoyed seeing flashing through his eyes. 

“And like I said before, I am exceptional at gathering hard-to-get information. I will find him for you.” You said, pulling yourself up and away from the man who you now officially called captain. 

A gloved hand shot out to grab your wrist before you could stand, pulling your blistering hot attention back onto him. 

Submit. Your brain screamed, but your body wanted to punch him right in that rounded nose of his for continuing to touch you.

“No grand assassination attempts--though very flashy indeed.” You nodded, your head, going once more to stand but his hand held firm. “How are you going to find him?” 

“There is a large town on one of the islands bordering this one I will go to ask around. Maybe find a Marine--”

“Minnow, you ain’t gonna find any Marines here.” You blinked down at him, calming your raging anger. “This island is home to one of the biggest pirate havens around. Hidden away from the watchful eye of the World Government. It’s why I came here. Needed to get off the Marine’s radar for a little while.” You almost scoffed at him.

If only he knew he’d let one right into his confidence. 

“Oh?” You said in your stifled angered state. It was all you could say without lashing out at him. 

You hadn’t heard of any pirate haven on this island. The people of the town you had talked to said nothing of it, even after your bribes of knowing more about this island. All they had said it was full of was sand and forest and the Buggy Pirates who had washed ashore the night prior. 

Luck child. Your brain purred back at you. A purr you shoved down to keep your anger from spiking any further. 

“Oh?” Buggy said, a smirk growing on his painted lips as he pulled himself to sit up once more. “You don’t know? And here I thought you were exceptional at gathering hard-to-find information.”

Oh, how you wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. To beat him into a pulp before he ever thought to question your skills again. 

Submit, submit, submit. It made your weakly caged anger rile in its chains. 

“I am. But I was not in need of finding any pirate heaven here. I was in need of finding you.” That blush was back in seconds, his mouth falling open and shut like a suffocating fish. 

“Heh--right.” He chuckled awkwardly, letting you go and allowing you to stand. 

“I’ll find this pirate heaven and I will find that emperor for you by the time your ship is ready to set sail tonight.” You said, bowing your head in show of respect before turning on your heels to leave. 

“Uh--wait!” Buggy called the sounds of him scrambling to get up sounding behind you. 

“Yes, captain?” You asked, clenching your fists as you faced the disheveled man.

“I’ll come with you.” Your anger rolled in its cage once more. “I don’t think I trust ya to get there without gettin’ lost.” He said on another chuckle meant to tell you he was only teasing. It did nothing but heat your anger further.

“Of course. Your knowledge of this heaven will be useful.” You said through slightly grit teeth as the clown came sauntering up to you. 

“Exactly what I was thinkin’, Minnow.” He said, that wide grin of his pulling to his face as he leaned close into you again. You allowed it, your attention being stolen by those damn eyes on his once more. “And hey, maybe we’ll have a little bit of fun together.”

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The Luck Child - Chapter 2: A Quick Chit-Chat Between Good Ol' Friends

Buggy x F!Reader

Summary: After making sure loose ends are tied down and pink-covered threats quelled, you finally come face to face with the Star Clown himself. But is he happy to see you? And will you be able to secure yourself within the ranks of his crew to start your mission?

Warnings: spoilers for the anime (Marineford Arc and onward), canon divergence, canon typical violence

Word Count: 5.9K

A/N: This is done in collaboration with the wonderful @fanaticsnail and her Sapsorrow series--go read it if you haven't already!!! And thank you @i-am-vita for creating the beautiful banner and storyteller collab masterlist!!

Oof--sorry it's been a while. I've been fighting writer's block for a good while and just when I had wrestled my way out of it, I got hit with a horrible stomach bug. Buttt I'm all good now and I hope you all enjoy!!

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A chilled breeze blew through the treetops you currently sat in, their leaves of deep reds, purples, and browns obscuring your view of the beach shore every so often. You tore a chuck out of the bit of hard bread you had stolen, along with many other supplies, from one of the Marine ships docked outside of Headquarters before you left on this grand adventure. 

Grand--hardly. There was nothing grand about hopping around pirate ships full of utter fools. You would much rather be…what would you much rather be doing? You hadn’t had a single moment of peace in the past five years to truly think on what you wanted to do. 

Definitely not sitting in a tree, bark digging into your back as you continued to munch on the same piece of horribly bland ration as you jotted down name after name in your logbook.

Considering the amassed pirates that bustled about over the white sands all had sizable bounties on their heads, you would have hoped it to have been a bit of a fight to find them. 

It had not and their campsite had been found with a few simple favors pulled and beri placed in the right pockets. 

Now, the next day, you continued to rack your brain to match faces with names to scribble them down for your superiors.

An utterly tedious act, but one that would help you in the long run anyway. 

If you were to infiltrate this crew, it was in your best interest to make certain none had been incarcerated by your hand. If one so happened to have been, you would have to go about the horribly messy task of luring them into the wood you sat in and killing them before they could report back to their captain. 

 But as you wrote down another name, you were certain none of them had known of you before your wanted poster had joined theirs. 

None but one. One of the few escapees your commanding officers had known about before sending you off on this mission. 

Galdino, formerly known as Mr. 3 and agent for the criminal syndicate Baroque Works.

He had once, during your first year on the Wild Wood Pirate crew, come to the forest-covered island you had been stationed to prove yourself before you could ever step foot onto one of their ships. It was an island conveniently housing a small Marine base at its center and Galdino had come to gather important files on certain Baroque Works members they had begun to weasel out.

When he found you, he had instantly identified you as your father's daughter and had threatened to expose your cover if you didn’t use your status as a Marine, however low, to get these files for him. 

And seeing as you had just been demoted prior to joining the Wild Wood Pirates, you had no interest in going back to your superiors with a loss of that magnitude. One your father would have surely used to pull you from the Navy altogether and dress up like some porcelain doll, ready to be picked apart by the wolves who made up the high class. 

So you stole the files for him and threatened to cut that silly little three off the top of his head and force it down his throat if you ever laid eyes on him again. Galdino had only laughed in the face of your threat before setting sail once more. Had laughed because you both knew he had the upper hand. Had information that would ruin everything you had fought to secure. 

You never ran into him again. Made sure, after you were permitted to set sail on one of the wood-covered ships that made up the Wild Wood Pirates fleet, to stay far away from any marine bases and territories Baroque Works was whispered to flocked around.  

That is, until last night when you had snuck through the Buggy Pirates campsite and dragged him from his wax-made house, deep into the shadow-covered wood you had made base. You had thrown him to the decaying leaf-covered ground and simply told him of your purpose for being on this island, though you made sure as to not give away any detail regarding Buggy’s possible promotion to Warlord. 

“You are a truly dull creature if you believe for a second I would withhold such information from my captain.” Galdino had all but screeched in your face, the tip of the winding three on his head sparking with orange flame in warning of his devil-blessed powers stirring to life.

“Forgive me if I find it hard to believe you owe that buffoon any sort of loyalty.” You had spat right back at him, clenching the sea-prism stone knuckles around your fingers tighter. 

“An utter buffoon yes, but he helped free me and many others from Impel Down, and for that, I am grateful. Enough so to call him Captain and follow him, regardless of how idiotic and misguided his ways may be.” The wind blew cooly, rustling the leaves above your head as you scanned your eyes over his wiry body. Scanned him long enough that beads of sweat began to form over his brow at your abnormally calm assessment. 

“How is that Miss. Goldenweek? Marianne?” Galdino’s face paled--that spark of power banking at the mention of his former partner. A partner you had seen him treat as more of a daughter than any true coworker. “Oh yes, that's right. Not so well, last I was informed. Taken into custody right alongside a few of your other coworkers she had been hiding out with.”

“You lot arrested her? She is only a child!” Galdino had shouted, ripping himself up off the ground to bare his teeth at you, his power once more sparking above his head in threat. You had hardly blinked.

 “Child? She’ll be turning eighteen in a month's time, correct? She is no more a child than you or I. Old enough to be transferred to Impel Down…she is quite the threat to the World Government.” Galdino’s mouth fell open, eyes all the size of saucers under his blue and silver framed glasses. You moved closer, a wolfish grin slowly pulling to your lips. 

“Or I could stop all that by putting in a good word to my superiors, seeing as we are such wonderful friends. I could even see about getting her released on parole…unless you wish to still tattle-tale on me to your captain. My heart would break for that precious little one, thinking of her in such a horrid place. You would know, having spent some time--”

“Fine!” He hissed, shaking fists clenched at his side. “Enough. You promise me she will never see the waters that prison festers under--that she is released--and I will do as you ask.” You simply nodded.

“Of course, of course. As long as you make sure my place within this crew is solidified, I will make the call tonight.” You said on a light, cheery tone you would have only used with friends…had you any. 

“You are a heartlessly, cruel and cold woman.” He spat down at you. Words that only had your grin blooming in the same wickedness he believed of your nature. 

“If I didn’t know any better, Mr. 3, I would believe you were flirting with me.” And with your biggest threat blackmailed to your liking, you had sent him on his way back to his wax-made house. 

You had spent the rest of the night picking out the best tree to make nest in as you watched over the sleeping pirate campsite. The very same tree you still sat in now, shutting your logbook with a snap before tucking it back into its hiding place within the lining of your satchel bag, which hid the Star Clown’s file and a small, hand-held transponder snail. 

Making quick work of climbing out of your tree, you made your way out of the forest and across the white sands of the beach you had been observing. Growing closer to the cluster of pirates, who had been busing themselves with repairing their beached ship all morning, more and more eyes found your form. Eyes as untrusting and skeptical as your own. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” A silky smooth voice cut through the air, stopping your march towards the biggest, red and white striped tent you were certain the Star Clown himself lay within.  

You turned, finding a woman you were only familiar with due to her five million beri bounty and what your superiors had gathered on her.

Iron Mace Alvida had once sailed the East Blue, and had been known for her brutal attacks on small towns and luxury vessels, though she disappeared some time ago, before reappearing at Loudgetown with that fool of a clown. She made a show of showing off her newfound Devil Fruit powers before escaping into the Grand Line. 

She was quite beautiful, with skin kissed by the sun and curling, ebony hair that brushed over her pink, leather jacket-covered shoulders. Her red-painted lips downturned as she blinked at you, looking like some pink and glitter-covered guard dog. 

“You have caught me at a disadvantage. You know me, but I know…nothing of you.” Your words rose an ember of anger in the woman that flashed, clear as the sky above, through her dark eyes. Anger that had her sharp, red-painted fingernails wrapping tighter around the wicked iron mace that stood by her side. You let an amused smirk pull to your lips at such emotions. 

“I am Alvida.” She snapped your way. 

“Alvida…Alvida.” You said, rolling her name over your tongue and around your mouth as you pretended at thought. “Not ringing any bells.” She hissed, plumes of steam all but flying from her flared nostrils. 

“You have no business here, wild women. Leave these shores or I will take great pleasure in crushing your skull.” She said, swinging that dangerous mace to rest on her shoulder. 

“I have business with your captain.” Alvida went to open her mouth once more, but you turned your back on her before a single sound could escape her lips. 

During the rather short conversation you had held with her, your patience had run dry. 

“You dare turn your back on me?” She shouted, her fellow crewmates having paused in their duties to watch whatever was about to unfold between you two. “You will not take another step.” She declared your final warning--one you merely smirked at as you took a rather large, exaggerated step toward their campsite. 

“Oops.” Just as your patience had vanished, Alvida’s went up in flames at your blatant disrespect. She gave a roar that shook the earth as you heard more than saw her rushing for you, iron mace up and ready to smash you into a million bloody pieces. 

A quick glance allowed you to see her red-flushed face just as she was about to bring her mace down upon you. A mace you easily weaved your way out of its zone of attack, moving your body around hers as you pulled your sea-prism stone knuckles out of your pocket and onto your fingers. 

That iron mace swung back around, you ducking your head and rushing forward to shove your fist upward fast to collide with her chin. 

The sea-prism stone made the angered woman’s muscles loosen, all that energy she had been attacking you with flying away with the touch of the ocean's allure. 

She gave a weak, pained sound as her body flopped backward into the sand, droplets of blood that matched her lipstick falling from her mouth to her chin. 

You were quick to press your knuckles against her smooth skin to keep her down and powerless, your eyes scanning over the beach to see the rest of the Buggy Pirates tensing, readying to engage in battle with you. 

You heard your name whispered in the wind--of your bounty, former crew, and their reputation. The mere mention of the Wild Wood Pirates had many stepping back towards the sea as if ready to flee into it to escape you. 

“Will someone kindly fetch me your captain?” You hissed towards the group of near-frozen pirates. A small group of three rush off, bumping into their fellow crew mates in their haste. 

“You--play dirty.” Alvida all but slurred out in her exhausted state. You flashed her a wicked grin. 

“That I do, pinkie. It’s more fun that way.” Alvida had just huffed what you assumed was meant to be another growl when the three pirates came running back.

You heard his voice before you ever saw him. One that had your blood simmering at its screaming familiarity. 

“Who the hell would dare to--” The Star Clown himself stopped dead in his tracks, his first and second mates, along with Galdino, stopping just beside him. 

Buggy the Clown looked--different…though why he looked different was hard to pinpoint. 

He still had that air of patheticness to him, still wore his trademark clown-like make-up and outfit. The same rounded, cherry red nose that you made sure to never look too long in its direction, knowing it was one of the quickest ways to anger the clown. 

You pulled your attention away from it and onto those same beautifully striking cyan-colored eyes of his, which always had an annoying nag of dragging you into their depths like a pair of wicked whirlpools. Whirlpools you had been drugged under and drowned in all those years ago. Eyes that still had your stomach twisting up in knots, even when your brain hated them. Even when they flew wide in fear of you. 

Maybe it was the fact he was allowing that long, beach-wavy cerulean hair to flow free in a perfect ponytail down his back, a few braids running through its length. 

Maybe it was the fact that you were both older than you once were. Though time showed its fang through the little, microscopic things, Buggy was still the same old Buggy you had laid eyes on before. 

And maybe…just maybe it was in his eyes. There was something--different about his eyes. Nothing shade or shape-wise. Nothing physical. They looked--lighter, almost. Brighter. Unlike the sad, hurting, near-depressed eyes you had once known--hauntingly shadow-filled eyes.

“What--what a surprise.” He said on a nervous chuckle. “I see you’ve met Alvida.” You huffed, grabbing hold of that iron mace of hers before you removed the sea-prism stone from her skin. Alvida rolled onto her front, arms shaky as the effects of the sea slowly fell away from her. 

“Yes, very welcoming this one.” You said, tossing the mace towards the group of pirates near the sea who jumped out of the way as if to not be hit. Alvida’s dark eyes snapped back onto you, that anger only growing more and more steadily with each passing moment. Again, you grinned her way, leaning down as if to allow her to see your face better. “Go fetch,” 

Alvida growled, lunging for your legs, but her movements were still sluggish and you easily walked over her as you brought yourself closer to the man you had traveled all this way for. 

“Whatcha doin’ here, minnow.” You all but snarled at the nickname. One that quickly reminded you as to why you despised the clown. 

Reminded you of five years ago, back in the East Blue. It had been the first time you had ever left the Grand Line. The first time you had ever gone off on your own, truly alone and with little to no help should you need it. 

You had gone there because of a lead on the Wild Wood Pirates, though that lead turned out to be very, very wrong so you took a month to start dipping your toes into the pirate world.

The East Blue was easy pickings, known for its calm seas and even calmer pirates. Pirates that could hardly ever rival that of their neighbors in the four blues, let alone in the Grand Line. 

You started stealing. Fighting and killing whoever dared try to challenge you. 

And the clown with those enchanting green-blue eyes had challenged you. Though, not to any fight. Not in any battle of strength or wit either. 

He challenged you in a game of Go Fish. 

Easy. A child's game. 

But you had gone into the game without thinking like a pirate. A cheating, no-good pirate who won again and again and again without fail or falter. He took you for everything you had. Your beri, your food and water jug, even your damn earrings. 

He left you with nothing and instead of fighting you, like you so desperately had wanted, he ran like the coward he was. Like a slimy, scaly fool. 

Luck child. Your brains whispered like some haunting premonition. He’s lucky, not a cheat. 

No. No, he was a cheat. You wouldn’t let the words of some superstitious old woman fill your brain with nonsense. 

You knew him for what he was, and what he was, was a clown. 

“Finally come to…what was it you said? Oh right--chop my body up all itty bitty and use the pieces to bake bread and feed it to my crew?” And although Buggy was slowly pulling that fake confidence of his up to try and shield himself, you could still see the smallest bit of fear shaking in his eyes. 

Maybe not from thinking your threats were true, threats you yourself knew now could never come true because of those damned Devil Fruit powers of his, but of your ability to still beat him to a pulp if you wished it.

“Buggy,” You said in that friendly, cheery tone you had used with Galdino the night prior, waving his words off in a big, swooping motion as if swatting an annoying little fly away. “That’s all in the past. I only spent a week in the freezing cold because of your game.” Buggy hardly seemed convinced of your words--words that only had that slowly building confidence crumbling at its weak edges. 

“Y-you know, that’s not even that long, minnow. Only a week? And we're talkin’ about the East Blue here. Easy peasy…right?” He said, giving another nervous chuckle as he tried to keep the mood from turning sour. As he desperately tried to gauge what you were intentions truly were.

You again felt coiling rage wrap around your heart, but you kept your laid-back demeanor up. 

Just as you had to relearn manners in the face of your superiors, you were going to have to learn to submit to this foolish clown of a man and his silly ways. 

“Easy peasy. It’s all water under the bridge now.” You said, coming to a stop just an arm's width before him. It was a space Buggy quickly scanned over--a space he took a step into as if to try and show you just how unafraid of you he was. 

It would have amused you if you weren’t focusing very, very hard on not breaking that rounded nose of his.

“So…you’ve tracked me down, beat the crap out of Alvida, and made half my crew shit their pants just for a quick chit-chat between good ol' friends?” He asked, taking yet another step closer to you. One that brought him close enough that he could touch you with a simple lift of his hand. 

A touch you couldn’t help your mind from imaging snapping in a few, calculated movements and bringing him to his knees.

You brought a lazy, closed-lipped smile to your face. One you knew would never reach your eyes in his or anyone else’s presence.

“I’ve come to join your crew.” Buggy froze. Utterly and completely froze like some supernatural focus had come over him. A high, bewildered shock had pulled up onto his make-up-covered face. You knew that was the last thing he thought you were going to say. Something so--outlandish it never could possibly become a reality. 

“This is a trap.” Alvida snapped quickly, pulling herself to her feet. Her dark eyes grew that much more dark in their utter hatred of you. “The Wild Wood Pirates would have her head if this was truly happening”

“The Wild Wood Pirates,” Galdino said in that uppity way of his that grated on your every nerve. Alvida turned that burning glare from you onto him, finding him just as aggravating as you did, “are a dying breed. Their ways are self-destructive. I am sure this is her merely reaching out for a lifebuoy.”

“How about before we all jump to conclusions, we ask why she would even wish to switch allegiances. That is not done without heavy consideration.” Buggy’s first mate, Mohji, spoke. He wore a rounded-eared, white-furred cap that matched his white-furred cropped top, and bear-clawed paw-shaped shoes. Alvida merely turned her overly angered glare onto him, the man’s tough exterior melting in fear of her. 

“How about I shove your suggestion so far up your ass it never sees the light of day.” Alvida said darkly, making the first mate all but tremble. Buggy’s Chief of Staff; Cabaji, stepped in, anger to rival that of Alvida’s clear on his half-hidden features, which were blocked by his straight locks of deep green hair.

“You best remember your place, Alvida.” She laughed a wickedly cruel laugh in his face. 

“My place? I am more powerful than you could ever dream of. You talk to me in such a way again, and I’ll be sure to crave your tongue from your mouth and feed it to your lover boy’s lion.” A mocking smirk pulled at the corners of her lips, looking more like a snarl than any such smile. Galdino rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest in a bored manner--a superior manner.

“You are almost as brutish as that one.” He said loftily. Alvida’s smooth skin, which was a call to her devil-blessed powers, began to turn bright red in her anger. 

“You best believe my wrath will not halt even--”

“Enough you damn fools!” Buggy shouted, coming out of his shocked state in a flash of dramatically clenched fists and hair flying around him in a wild flare. “You all seem to have forgotten I am the captain. You all should be grateful that I am even allowing you to sail under my Jolly Roger!” He gruffed at his crew. Alvida continued to stare poisoned daggers the three men's way but grit her teeth against her words while Galdino checked his nails, unbothered. Buggy’s first and second mates muttered apologies with ducked heads. 

You, on the other hand, chuckled. A chuckle that turned into a laugh that shook your shoulders and had Buggy’s anger faltering at such a reaction.

Buggy’s explosive anger was his one redeeming factor. His need to prove himself over others--prove he could be better than them in such a peacocking manner. Oh how it utterly tickled your sides.

“What--what are you doing?” He asked, unease filling his demeanor.

“Their chirping amused me.” Fire flared in not only Alvida’s eyes, but Mohji and Cabaji’s as well. Anger that only fueled your amusement. “At least I know being on your crew will not be a dull affair.” It was Buggy’s turn to laugh then. A funky, high laugh that had your slight smile pulled sharply down.

“Now thats a laugh.” He said, clutching at his stomach as if what you were asking was truly the funniest thing in the Grand Line. You watched him wipe a phantom tear from his eye as you felt your own eye twitch. “I think my answer is gonna be a big ‘ol nope.” He said popping the p. 

“We should talk about this in private then.” You all but grit out, your own anger strangling you like some hand around your throat. Buggy laughed again and that hand tightened.

“Minnow,” He said, elongating the nickname, “There's nothin’ to talk about. Alvida is right, I don’t trust ya.” Buggy took another, bold step closer to you. A step that allowed him to lean down and stare right into your eyes.

So close you couldn’t help but let your mind imagine just how easy it would be to take that silly, light maroon-colored scarf tied around his neck and use it to squeeze the breath from his lungs. 

“Especially when you’re lookin’ at me like you want to tear me apart,” Buggy said, pulling you from those very thoughts he had pinpointed in you. 

Submit.

You were not the captain here. Not anything other than a lowly pirate begging to join this crew. He was your superior now, no matter how much it made you sick to your stomach.

Buggy wanted respect--craved it, needed it like he needed the air to breathe. 

“I saw you. During the battle at Marineford--you broadcasted it, yes?” Though you hadn’t seen it at the time of its true showing, you had dug through the archives at Navy Headquarters after you read of its mention in Buggy’s file. It had been--something else. The blood, fire, and tears raged around in the background while Buggy bumbled himself around the battlefield.

“...Yes. I did.” He said, that skepticism filling his eyes once more. “You saw it?” You nodded, keeping your eyes on level with his gem-like ones.

“You fought against the Marines. Against Warlords. You even stood up to an Emperor of the Sea.” You saw his eyes cringe a little--like he was self-aware enough to know he had hardly ‘stood up’ to any of them. “You were brave. Heroic, even. A true warrior. A true captain.” A murmur from the group of pirates near the sea rose. They were agreeing with every last word you spoke despite their erroneous nature. 

Lemmings. The whole lot of them.

“I respect strength. The Wild Wood Pirates are strong, but my former captain is stuck in her ways. Never to change, never to improve, never to grow more powerful. I see you are heading for great things and I want in. I want to serve the man who I see one day becoming King of the Pirates.” Buggy’s face was pulled up into that high shock again. You could see he didn’t want to believe your words, but such words of flattery and praise were hard to ignore. 

“You--no--I…of course I’m gonna be King of the Pirates.” He said with a dramatic wave of his hand like it was nothing. You nodded eagerly in agreement. 

“Yes, I believe so.” A growl sounded from Alvida and you watched her grab a fistful of Buggy’s white and maroon striped short sleeve, yanking him towards her. 

“Do not let her honeyed words fool you. She is a wild woman. They feed off idiotic men who are too dimwitted to not see the hole in the ground they have dug for you to fall in. She is a fanged creature--a bloodthirsty thing that will eat you alive.” Anger spiked in Buggy again as he grabbed at Alvida’s wrist, only for it to slide right off thanks to her Devil Fruit abilities. 

“I will advocate for myself then.” You spoke, gaining Alvida’s dark, pit-like eyes back on you. “Not only do I know my way around a ship, but I am a fair navigator. I have never lost a fight and am skilled in assassination if you so command such skills from me. I am also exceptional at collecting hard-to-get information. I kept my former captain greatly informed of things happening outside of our secluded ships. You run a circus as well, yes?” Buggy glanced Alvida’s way, who shook her head against your question--against you in your entirety.

“I do…” He wearily said, choosing to ignore Alvida’s warnings. 

“I have always been an admirer of them. I have garnered skills in acrobatics, gymnastics, and in my youth, I even trained an eagle to dance.” Buggy’s weary and suspicious nature nearly vanished completely at the mention of such things.

“You trained an eagle to dance? You?” You thought of the rather large brown and white feathered bird you had once kept as a pet in your father’s home fondly. 

“And to pick the occasional pocket, yes.” Buggy laughed, pulling from Alvida’s vise-like hold. The woman huffed, but stopped her attempts at throttling your plan. You could see in her eyes she knew this was a losing battle.

“Where were these fun little facts at when we first met, minnow?” You shrugged, allowing Buggy to come back before you. 

“I do not trust easy.” Buggy nodded, understanding clear as day in his eyes. 

“Ya know, that’s what's keepin’ me from just givin’ in and lettin’ you hop on board. I don’t trust easy.” You nodded right back at him. You had seen that in him from the very first moment you had laid eyes on him. Had seen all that sadness and hurt which had once shone in those cyan eyes of his and had found it was something you, begrudgingly, could relate to. 

“I have also brought a peace offering.” You said, pulling the sea-prism stone knuckles from your fingers before slowly, as to not spook the man and his crew, reaching into your satchel bag. “The first adventure you can embark on with me on your crew. A test run of my service.” You traded your weapon for the rolled-up map to offer it to the clown. 

“A…treasure map?” You nodded, wiggling it his way. 

“Do you still have a love for them after all these years?” Buggy was quick to take the map from your hand, a wide smile pulling up onto his red, painted lips. 

“No true pirate wouldn’t.” You watched as he excitedly unrolled the map. An excitement that faltered when he laid eyes on the worn line work before him. Excitement that snapped to disbelief. “Where the hell did you get this?”

“I found it on the body of a Marine I killed. Do you recognize it?” Buggy scoffed. 

“Do I--it’s only the map to Griffin Head Island! This is--” The mass of Buggy’s crew just a little ways away began to murmur again. A murmur that cut the clown off and had him whipping around to face them, wide-eyed and slowly beginning to fume. “What the hell are you all just standing around for? Get to work! I want my ship back in the water and sailing away from this good-for-nothing beach by nightfall!” He screamed down at them. 

They started at his command, giving apologies and yes sirs as they bumped into one another in their hurry to do as they were told. Green-blue eyes fell onto you once more. 

“You got this off a marine?” You nodded, watching as he pulled the map closer to his large nose to inspect it that much better. “Why--why the hell does it smell like lemons?” 

“...Lemons?” You questioned, moving closer to peer at the old map. You had looked over that map maybe a hundred times trying to memorize it and never had you had the idea to smell it. Old maps were old and the smell of old paper always turned up your nose. “I don’t know what you mea--”

“Fuck me.” Buggy growled after flipping the map over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He continued to curse as he used his mouth to yank his white glove from his hand, the glove staying between his teeth as he ran his bare fingertips over the blank back of the map. 

You glanced towards Buggy’s senior officers in search of some kind of answer for what he was doing. Alvida was cross armed and cross-faced as she stared at Buggy like he was a complete idiot, a near-matching look on the face of Galdino. Mohji was the only one to give you a shrug in unknowing at his captain's antics.

“Give me your hair.” Buggy’s words came out muffled around his glove as he whirled to find Galdino. The former Baroque Works agent wrinkled his nose in disgust. 

“You will come nowhere near my hair.” But Buggy was already grabbing him around the neck with a detached hand, all but dragging him closer. White sand flew into the air as Galdino struggled against Buggy’s hold. “HOW DARE--”

“Do something with your wax shit,” Buggy commanded, yanking Galdino’s head further down so that he had better access to the tip of the winding three his hair made up.

“I--”

“Do something!” Buggy shouted, glove falling to the sand and making the man within his hold growl in utter annoyance. Galdino gave in, probably finding it would end this foolishness quickly, and collected a small ball of melted wax in his hands, creating what appeared to be a flower. That flame roared to life on the tip of his hair-do and Buggy was quick to run the map over top of it.

Panic struck in your chest hard and fast at the action.

If he burned that map, you were as good as done here. There was no way to that island without the map and if he burned it, he would never get that golden feather. Would never face the monster that roamed its lands and prove his “worthiness” to your superiors. 

Though, it would make things easier, wouldn’t it? No grand, waste-of-time adventure before he ultimately got himself killed. You had been given orders to kill him if he tried anything other than earning the feather and killing him you would. 

Killing him now would mean you would still have time to grab a drink before you had to report back to Headquarters. Maybe they would let you go back to the Wild Wood Pirates to finish the assignment they had ripped you from. 

Maybe you would even get a promotion…Seamen First Class had a nice ring to it.

And maybe…just maybe you could even pull for something higher. Maybe you could even get your original ranking of lieutenant back. Oh, how that would make your father’s blood boil.

Yes--yes, you definitely could get that back. With the annoyance of Buggy the Clown taken care of, his senior officers wiped off the chest board alongside him, it would be more than enough reason to earn the title back. You could even sweeten the deal by bringing a few of those escapees back into custody. That would surely--

“HA! I knew it!” Buggy’s high and grating voice cut you from your fantasizing. “I knew I smelled lemons. You can use it to create invisible ink that appears with a little flame. I used to leave hidden messages all around Oro Jackson.” He laughed at the memory. A memory that brought a spark of grief to his eyes. “Someone left one here.” He said, glancing your way in such excitement it almost had you forgetting your dislike of him. 

Adventurous joy looked good on him. 

“What does it say?” You asked, moving to stand beside him. Alvida, Mohji, and Cabaji did the same, peering over his tall shoulders to peek a look. 

“It says; I have the--” Buggy’s breath hitched as the last of the words rose in a burned black color. 

I have the keys to the Island. Come find me. 

It wasn’t the sentence that warranted such a reaction from the clown next to you. This just meant there was more to do before finding the island and the feather it held. 

No, it was the Jolly Rodger crudely drawn under it instead of a signature. 

It was a skull with duel sabers in place of crossbones, but running over the skull's left eye socket were three lines. It was a Jolly Rodger you knew in seconds.

This was the Jolly Rodger of Buggy’s old crew mate aboard the Oro Jackson, now fearsome Emperor of the Sea. This was the symbol of Red-Haired Shanks.

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A Little Goes A Long Way! Part 2! Buggy (OPLA)

A week passes after your little moment with Buggy in his quarters, and now you can't stop thinking about him when you're alone on the ship. Or are you alone on the ship? Buggy x Reader (Female) Light Smut!

Part 1

Y/N

It had been a week since your 'session' with your captain. It was a little embarrassing what you did especially now, since when you saw Buggy around the ship he'd make obscene gestures with his hands and whisper 'dirty girl' in your ear. Now the tables had turned and you were actively trying to avoid him while he made it his mission to make you hot and bothered.

The ship had docked in another port and you told Alvida you were tired from working on deck all day, which technically wasn't a lie, so she left you alone in your small room and left with the rest of the crew including Buggy. Earlier in the day when you were leant over one of the railings securing some ropes Buggy's gloved hand groped your ass, and next thing you know Buggy's dryhumping you against the railing and you get turned on. He calls you his dirty girl again, slaps your ass and walks away laughing.

With the ship empty you take a bath to unwind, using some of the essential oils Alvida had purchased and they smelt divine helping you relax. After the bath, you keep your towel around you and leave your hair damp, as you grab a bottle of rum you'd bought and head back to your space. It was big enough for a crappy bed, a crate and a small chest where you kept your things. You open the rum and lock the door.

letting the towel fall to the floor you climb onto your bed and lie back, your head propped up on your pillow as you take a swig of liquid courage. This wasn't your first time fingering yourself, but now you had a lot more fuel and already slick folds. Putting the bottle down you move one hand down to your clit and start to rub in circular motions while playing with your nipples and breasts with the other. All of Buggy's comments, flirting and degradation turned you on, as you move your hand from your breasts and slip two fingers inside you while still rubbing your clit. biting back a moan as you insert a third finger and pump a little faster.

You throw your head back and close your eyes, 'maybe I am dirty...but fuck it feels good,' you moan softly.

'Captain's dirty girl,' Buggy's familiar jokey voice cuts through your moans, stopping you in your tracks.

Your eyes dart open, 'CAPTAIN!,' you exclaim, 'I thought you went to shore with the others...'

Buggy shakes his head and his eyes darken, 'I knew you weren't tired y/n...did I tell you to stop fingering yourself?' a deep growl leaves his lips.

You bite your lip, 'err no...I thought I locked the door...'

Buggy smirks, 'oh you did but I'm pretty handy with a lock, now continue what you were doing, I said I wanted to watch you last week.'

You go back to rubbing and fingering yourself, while Buggy unbuckled his belt and sash and his trousers pool at his feet, and he quickly sheds his underwear leaving his dick on full display.

'Who's dirty girl are you?' Buggy questions, taking a hold of his dick and starting to rub himself.

'Yours...captain...' you gasp as your walls clench around your fingers.

Buggy's smirk widens, 'yes you are...good girl...do you want my dick inside you again? Getting you off?'

You nod and hum as you release around your fingers, 'Yes...I want your dick again captain.'

'Get on all fours and look at me,' he orders.

You pull out your fingers and quickly get on all fours, and Buggy comes towards you still jacking himself off, 'Look at the show you're putting on for me y/n. But you didn't request a specific hole.'

'WHAT--'

You are cut off by his dick being forced between your lips and parted mouth. He tangles his fingers in your hair and pulls your head up to make eye contact, 'so pretty,' he coos.

You start to slowly take him, licking the shaft and circling his head with your tongue, hands reaching to fondle his balls. He shudders, 'OH FUCK!'

You pick up the pace, and it doesn't take long for Buggy's hips to thrust forcing his dick down your throat. You can't help but gag since it had been a while, but eventually, you get your breathing under control and let Buggy speed up, so your nose was practically hitting his stomach as he deepthroats you with his eyes shut. If anyone walked past your door they'd hear your captains moans and curses, oh how the tables had turned.

Saliva drips from your lips as Buggy opens his eyes and stares down at you with awe, 'swallow for me,' he pants.

He unloads in your mouth and you're able to swallow almost all of it, but some mixes with your saliva. Buggy stands there panting as you lick him clean never once breaking eye contact. You pull out with a satisfying pop, 'did I do good captain?' you ask playfully.

Buggy chuckles and crouches down so you are face to face and wipes your mouth, 'So good my dirty girl.'

You lean in and kiss him, which takes him by surprise until he kisses you back. After the intensity this moment was tender. You'd opened Pandora's Box and weren't exactly sure what you unleashed. But for now, you were happy having all your captain's attention.

[cyborg-franky]

Hiya could I ask for a Halloween promo number 19 with Buggy and a female reader

Buggy x Fem!Reader SFW Modern AU: Word Count: 468 Buggy stared, his nose wrinkled as he watched Alvida pull back her arm, hand into a fist and decking the poor soul who had dared to hit on her in the bar. He sipped his drink, watching the man nurse a broken nose on the floor as the woman turned her attention back towards him, flipping curly locks over her shoulder.

“So, anyway” She started and held her hand out to take her glass back from the blue haired man.

He was about to open his mouth to say something when he felt his pocket vibrate and scream at him. He sighed and dug around in his brightly coloured pants, your name flashed up on the screen and he calmed down, he hated to talk on the phone, dealing with people but you weren’t people.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, you always texted never called.

"Can you come over? I don't want to be alone tonight" Your voice was uncertain, shy.

“Kids fucking around and got you scared huh?”

“Maybe”

“Little shits, yeah, I’ll be over in a second”

“Buggy, are you going to hassle teenagers?” Alvida asked as she swirled what was left in her glass, perfect eyebrow raised.

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He hadn’t even dignified her with a response as he stormed away from the bar, you didn’t live that far from here, stomping down the street, grumbling to himself, his sleeves rolled up, if anyone was fucking with you they’d regret it.

“Oh shit, isn’t that one of those creepy clowns that hang around in people’s yards?” He heard someone say to their friend. He narrowed his eyes and spun around.

“FUCK OFF, THIS IS JUST HOW I LOOK!” He screeched loudly and pointed a finger at the two men who very quickly picked up their pace.

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Getting to yours he used the key you’d given him, opening the door, kicking off his shoes, still seething from the comments, he almost hoped someone was in your yard hassling you, just for the excuse to march over and punch them in the face.

“Buggy!” You cried seeing him, rushing down the hall, throwing your arms around his neck, trembling, and feeling sorry for yourself.

“Who the fuck is hassling some woman whose all on her own?” He snapped, rubbing your back gently before he pulled away, he saw movement in the garden, someone had climbed up your tree, he went into the kitchen, grabbing your fruit bowl, bursting out into the yard.

“Come here you little- “

You watched as your boyfriend proceeded to throw apples and oranges at the two men in scream masks hiding in your tree, having great aim he knocked them out the branches, the shouted curses at him, Buggy not liking this much either chased them with the old fruit.

“Ah, my hero”