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redrydersrequiem · 1 year ago

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Wandering canary

Heyyyyyy first one piece fic, love the show and glad its doing so well, the oc character is about 32 to be closer to shanks and buggy’s ages this will be a buggy x reader fic because like so many others i love Jeff ward and his portrayal of buggy was “chefs kiss”

The strawhat crew finally landed on a seemingly normal island.( For once.) Finally able to restock their dwindling supplies and stretch their sea legs.

“Finally land!” Nami states pop in her back and relishes the feel of solid steady ground under her feet. “That storm was crazy, we're lucky we made it here.”

“Yeah it's nice to finally be somewhere that looks seemingly safe.” Usopp says looking around at the nice port and colorful looking town.

“Yeah, think of the new local ingredients we can find around here or all the beautiful island women just waiting for a dashing chief like myself to come along.” Sanji says straightening his tie about to walk further on the pier however he's almost pushed into the water by Zoro's yawning form, walking off the ship

“I'm ready for a nap, huuuuh”

“Damit zoro watch where you're going.”

“What was that waiter”

“Why you broccoli headed piece of”

Before the two can argue further luffy plows through them effectively pushing them into the dock below.

“Ohhhhhh I can’t wait any more, come on guys lets gooooooo.!”

Luffy wait nami call out but it's too late the captain of the going merry is off dust trailing behind him as the crew all quickly try to catch up before luffy accidentally destroys something

A short time later the merry was restocked and no threats were found (or had been created) so the crew decided to treat themselves to a night out.

The local bar was nice, not as nice as the Baratie but not run down either. Drinks and food flow, the crew having a grand time when a spotlight turns on illuminating the bars stage. Everyone claps as a person the crew assumes is the owner based on how nicely the old woman is dressed steps forward.

“And now for the event of the night, our very own wandering songbird, ms Canary.”

The room erupts in applause and cheers. The straw hats all look on expectantly slightly apprehensive of all the clapping after the last time the. Had to endure a spotlight and clapping, except for luffy he was full on cheering with everyone else.

The curtain opens and a woman dressed in shimmering jewel tones, coins and bells added to the hems of her skirts to make them jingle, she stands in the middle of the stage a tambourine in her hand posed for the music to start. But its not her outfit or pose that draws the straw hats' eyes. No, it's her blood red hair.

“Hey! Her hair looks just like shanks.” Luffy points nami quickly shushing him and lowering his pointed hand as the music starts.

*Think this outfit but of course character is not Esmeralda

Canary’s pov

* I changed some of the songs lyrics

{ rhythm of the tambourine starts playing}

The music starts and I begin my first movement. My tambourine mirroring my movements perfectly in time,

Hey, soldier boy, I see how you stare

Hey, fisher man, I see you admire

Come gather 'round

Hey, Jack and Pierre!

Come see me dance to the rhythm of the tambourine

Flash of ankle

Flip of a skirt

Feel them excite, enflame and inspire

Come see me dance, hey, what can it hurt?

It's just a dance to the rhythm of the tambourine

The regulars are all in the front row while those from out of town have sprinkled around the bar. One table is filled with younger ones all maybe 16/17 to 20ish years old all smiling at the performance, they definitely look out of place amongst all the Old beer gutted or wind beat sailors and fisherman of the island, but its the youngest looking one that makes me pause, or more specifically the hat on his head.

Memories resurface quickly. The call of my name comes from a fuzzy figure in front of me. I can’t make out any of their features besides their red hair and the straw hat on his head. The sound of someone yelling wait up idiot comes from beside me as blue infiltrates my vision. Their faces and voices are still blurry but hey at least I remembered something. I quickly shake my head and move back into my dance trying to appear normal

Straw hats pov

As she dances around the room coming to stand in front of. The table her eyes taking us all in with a smile on her face till she sees luffy. That’s when she freezes. A confused and distant expression crosses her face quickly, but as soon as it appears it disappears, the woman quickly regaining momentum and spins back into her dance. The straw hats all (besides luffy) silently look at one another making sure they all notice the pause. The music comes to an end, the woman exiting as a band replaces her now playing soft bar music, as everyone goes back to eating and drinking. The straw hats finish and decide to head out.

“Ahhhh that was amazing” luffy laughs rubbing his engorged belly.

“Agreed but did you see that woman's face when she saw luffy.?” Nami asks the group

“yeah she like froze or something” usopp adds

“Wait what?” Luffy asks

"Yeah when she was near our table did you really not notice luffy?” Sanji asks

“Yeah it was weird. How she,” but before Zoro can get out the rest of his sentence a yell of wait cuts him off. The crew all turn towards the voice to find the women now wearing a normal outfit jogging towards them.

“Please wait” canary says catching her breath

“How can we help you, miss?” Sanji Asks ever the gentlemen.

“Um, I'm sorry to bother you all but I was hoping I could speak to you, privately if possible.?”

The crew all look at each other before luffy interrupts and gladly invites the lady to the ship happily dragging her along the rest of the crew following

Canary’s pov

Night had fallen and the kitchen is filled with warmth, tea and snacks being handed out as the crew settles into listen to my story

“To start thank you for not thinking I’m insane, and let me formally introduce myself my names canary”

“Nice to meet you, canary. I'm monkey D Luffy and this is my crew.” The energetic brunette stats arms wide as he gestures to the others each one going down the line to introduce themselves

“Canary huh, got a last name to go with that?”, the green haired boy named Zoro asks.

“I don't actually that's kind of part of the reason I wished to speak to all of you.

“Zoro dont be rude go ahead ma’am start at the beginning”. Sanji scoulds Zoro before turning back to me

“Can you tell us why you need to speak to Luffy so badly?” Nami asks

“I know this is a strange question but none of you would happen to recognize me would you?”

The crew all look at eachother once more before all answering no.

“I should have known better.”

“Why do you ask?” Luffy asks now, invested in my story.

“Well about twenty years ago I was found on a beach after a storm. Some of the villagers nearby found me, treated my wounds and took me in.” I move my hair to show the kids the scar on my temple. “ I don't have any memories from before the storm but sometimes i get flashes of the past and one of them was a red haired boy wearing that hat.”

“That has to be shanks! Luffy says so excitedly, his whole being lighting up at the mention of this Shanks person.

“Shanks”

“Yeah hes the best,hes the one who made me want to be a pirate, hes also the one who gave me this hat.

“Really! then he could possibly know who i am.

“I mean yeah probably. He never forgets a face”

“Do you know where he is now or how to get ahold of him?”

“No unfortunetly, I haven’t really seen shanks in a little while. Hes out there sailing the grand line like us.”

Oh, is all i can get out a immense sense of sadness overcoming me at the possibility of knowing who i am is snubbed right in front of me

Strawhats pov

Looking at canary’s face luffy can help but to think of how to help her.

“Oh hey! I have an idea. why dont you join my crew?”

Everyone’s heads turn eyes going wide as they stare at the rubber boy.

“Really?” Canary asks the young kid

“Yeah any friend of shanks is a friend of mine besides were bound to run into him eventually i know it.”

Before canary can speak Zoro interrupts the over enthusiastic boy

“Luffy the grand line isnt a place for just anyone to travel around its dangerous especially for someone who’s just an entertainer no offense canary”

“I’ll try not to be but I will correct you and say I'm not just an entertainer. I happen to be a petty good sailer and im a marksmen, i'm not exactly defenseless” canary says pulling out the mini Gatling gun on her thigh

“Wow that's cool you know how to use that

“I do i even make my own ammo and everything, I can use a sword too but I'm not really an up close fighter unless I have to be.

“I want to see, I want to see” luffy cheers.

“I would be happy to show you all my skills if that would ease your minds, and besides I’ve traveled a lot looking for where I came from, and I've made friends at every island I’ve visited I can help you get around the grand line, help navigate which islands to go to and which to avoid.”

“Well guys i don't know about you all. But a beautiful talented woman is always welcome to travel with me,”Sanji says with a stricken look on his face as he gazes at Canary.

“I wouldn’t mind having another female around to Be honest.” Nami says wistfully.

“Hey im always for new friends” usopp joins. Everyone turns to Zoro the first mate being the final decider

“If she can actually defend herself and keep up then she’s fine by me”

“ALRIGHT!!!!” Ms canary welcome to the going merry.”

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece fluff #shanks x sister #shanks x reader #buggy x reader #buggy the clown #opla buggy #opla x reader

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gingernut1314 · 9 months ago

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Thank you for the tag @galaxycunt !!! 🩷🩷🩷

My words are: smile, take, hit, laugh, cry

Your words are: Morning, blue, word, nose, arm

Smile:

Form: Songbird prt. 9 (Buggy x F!Reader)

Standing there, looking just as drunk and disheveled as the rest of the group, was Buggy in all his Buggy glory. His make-up smeared over his skin, his smile wide and bright, and his hat sitting a-skewed on his head and hanging on by some miracle. “Captian Buggy!” The girls all cheered at his appearance. Buggy grinned widely as he dug his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “Girls! My loyal crew!” He cheered right back, pulling his hands from his pockets and into the air, wiggling his fingers in his excitement as confetti in a rainbow of color rained down onto the floor. You giggled with Esmeralda as more cheering filled the room.

Take:

From: Confidence prt. 3 (Mihawk x F!Reader)

“You could have at least knocked.” You huffed, shrugging your coat off your shoulders and hanging it on the hook by the door. “And take your boots off. They are all covered in mud and you have them all over up on my tabletop--where I eat.” Your confidence took Mihawk off guard once more. A confidence that took over your body, which you held high and calmed your features. A confidence you used to not only look unfearful of him, but to reprimand him about his boots being on your table.

Hit:

From: Confidence prt. 3 (Mihawk x F!Reader)

“You would be wrong. I am commanded by no false idol or man.” He said in that bored yet dagger-sharp tone. You watched his strong body, which he moved in deliberate, fluid motions, as he approached your booth to get that much closer to you. “Though I do enjoy such intriguing discussion, I have not tracked you down for a mere conversation, viper.” Mihawk saw your kind smile falter at the name. Saw your sharp eyes harden into stone. He had hit a nerve in you. But it was a nerve that confirmed you were The Shade and this job would be over as soon as he had subdued you.

Laugh:

From: Luck Child Chapter 3 (Buggy x F!Reader)

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.

Cry:

From: Save a Horse, Ride a Cowgirl (Robin x F!Reader)

“I-I--Robin.” You all but cried, trying to fight against her iron hold on your hips. You needed that sweet, sweet release that only she could give you. A sweet release she was denying you and all you could do past the lust-filled fog in your brain was whine and cry and whimper for her. That silky chuckle sounded again, vibrating through your flushed body. “I know what you need, dear, and I’ll give it to you,” Tears almost sprung to your eyes in relief at her sultry words. “But--”

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My words are gold, green, great, glass, and give.

Let’s do: smile, take, hit, laugh, cry

I’m just scanning all my wips so enjoy the snippets hehe

“I like your eyes, like gold coins. The kids should get them,” she joked.

The sickly green dust clung to everything, she could even rub it between her fingers.

His green eyes, wide like saucers, “you don’t really gotta-h…holy shit.”

“That’s so great, dude! Bobby Joe, look, it’s us!”

“Great, real fucking great,” he raised his voice, “anyone else here want to make a fucking jackass outta me?”

Mara shook the glass, she couldn’t tell what poison actually looked like, she realized.

You gave Buggy a tight squeeze, pushing wet hair away from his eyes.

Sanji handed you his lighter, “don’t forget to give it back this time. Yeah?”

He gave Duncan his hand, “don’t let go, okay?”

He would give anything to take it all back, it had to be worth something. There was no other choice.

#wip stuff #my wips #WIPS #one piece #buggy #mihawk #robin #divider by saradika

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gingernut1314 · 9 months ago

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Songbird Pt. 9

Buggy x F!Reader

Summary: Buggy pulls you from your girl's night only for you to find your captain's emotions running wild.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut (drunk sex, misuse of Devil Fruit powers, oral f.receiving, slight restriction, p in v, biting), use of Y/N

Word Count: 6.0K

A/N: Heyyyyy guys!! Back with some of the main story!! Sorry it took....a while 😬. I hope you all enjoy!!! 🩷🩷🩷

Requested by: @srgtjamesbarnes

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Girls night.

You hadn’t had a proper girl’s night since you were very little with your mom. Those nights where it was just the two of you played a card game together whenever she had a day off from work, which had been far and few in between.

You had no siblings to account for and, though Nami had been a good friend, she had been too worried about Arlong and her family to truly be able to relax and have fun. Understandably so.

So when Esmeralda and the other girls aboard the Big Top told you of their tradition, which took place whenever they made dock and the boys went to some crummy bar to drink, you were ecstatic.

You helped them gather supplies of cheeses, meats, grapes, and copious amounts of alcohol and you all huddled together in your shared quarters, gramophone playing the latest songs Esmeralda had collected that day.

So far, Emi had shown off her sword-swallowing skills, Seqii and her Aerial Ensemble had done shots standing upside down in a pyramid, you had sung three silly drinking shanties, and Esmeralda had cried about her horse-turned-cat food.

You now sat in a circle on the ground, shoving the remaining meats and cheeses into your faces, talking about anything and everything that happened within the varying relationships amongst the crew.

“Cabaji made me scrub the deck two times. Two!” Seqii complained, her drink sloshing around dangerously in her cup as she turned towards Emi, who was equally as off-balanced as her friend. “Can’t you swallow his sword, Emi? Make him loosen up a bit.”

“I swallow his sword every godsdamn night and --hic-- he still makes me re-tie lines even though they were perfect--hic--before.” Emi hiccupped, downing the rest of her drink. ��Just how the guy is. Commanding. Just how --hic-- I like ‘em.” Seqii gave a dramatic roll of her eyes, loudly disagreeing with that statement.

“What about nice? Gentle?” Esmeralda slurred horrendously from where she sat next to you, one arm looped through yours while her other hugged the skittish contortionist, whose head lay in her lap. Emi and Seqii both booed her, making the ex-equestrian huff.

“The difference between you and --hic-- the rest of us is you like like Mohji.” Emi hiccuped, spurring Esmeralda to pull from your hold, flabbergasted.

“He’s nice to me and he loves me. Sorrrryyyy.” She all but shouted, making Emi and Seqii laugh like a pack of hyenas. Esmeralda snatched the bottle of wine Seqii had just picked up in something like payment and the aerial performer let her with a wide grin. “I’m not the only one who like likes who we are with. Y/N like, likes the Captain.”

Your own laughter was cut short as your heart nearly stopped in your chest. All eyes around the room snapped to you to see if what Esmeralda said was true.

That warm, fluttery feeling rushed around in your chest at the mention of your captain. A feeling you had been struggling to get back under wraps, but nothing you did ever could lessen the happy feeling.

The thought of his smile had that feeling soaring. The thought of his sea-glass eyes and his bad jokes and the gifts he would shower upon you--

You gave an elongated, scoffing pfftt with a dismissive arching motion of your hand…and then another and another.

“Shit. She more than like likes him.” Seqii said, her grin turning shit-eating.

“I like no man. Men are gross. Ew.” You hissed, wobbling a bit as Esmeralda all but crashed into you on her way to flop on her back.

“Ughhhh--you’re in denial.” Seqii continued, grabbing the wine bottle back from Esmeralda before she could spill it all over the floor.

“It’s no --hic--fun.” Emi popcorned in, snagging the bottle from her friend and taking a long swing.

“You know what is fun?” Seqii asked, fixing you with a mischievous smirk. “Telling us about how good in bed he is.” You felt your face flush at the statement, a few girls giggling and gasping around the room. Others egged you on, all but begging you to tell them.

“That’s priv--” You started, only to be cut off by Esmeralda popping back up with a near-matching mischievous grin.

“How big is he?” Your mouth fell open at her bluntness, but the woman only laughed away like it was no big deal. “Tell me when to stop, okay!” She said excitedly, placing her hands together before gradually pulling them apart. “Tell me when to stop--tell--there's no way--Y/N! Tell me when to stop!”

“I’m not--” Again, you were cut off by a loud burp from Seqii who had regained the wine bottle back from Emi.

“Who cares --hic-- how big he is. I need to know if his dick can --hic-- chop off like the rest of his body.” Emi hiccuped, her question earning a collective eagerness to know from the gathered group.

“Pleaseeee!” Esmeralda begged, latching onto your arm and shaking you. “I’ve told everyone about me and Mohji--”

“You and Mohji’s sex life is vanilla.” Emi started, making Esmeralda gasp.

“It is not vanil--”

“I want the juicy --hic-- details. Tell us, come on!” Emi finished, everyone quieting down again to watch you, waiting for any snippet you might give up.

You thought about it for a second. Thoughts that were fogged and blurred from all the drinks you’d had. Loose thoughts that had you thinking of all the dirty things Buggy did to you and you did to him.

Had his dick ever detached during your escapades?

“I don’t know.” You slurred on a shrug, earning a collective groan from the group. “I’ll ask geezzzz. But Buggy does this thing where he detaches his--” A loud thump sounded at the door, cutting off your story and earning yet another groan from a few of the girls.

Another thump sounded and you thought it reminded you of a body getting slammed into a wall. A body that kept fumbling back a bit before attempting to knock once more.

“Shit--the fucking boys are back,” Seqii grumbled as another thump sounded through the room. She grumbled some more as she stood, wobbly navigating her way through the collection of bodies sprawled over the floor. The door was flung open, letting in a chilled breeze that rose goosebumps to your skin.

“Captian Buggy!” The girls all cheered at his appearance. Buggy grinned widely as he dug his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

“Girls! My loyal crew!” He cheered right back, pulling his hands from his pockets and into the air, wiggling his fingers in his excitement as confetti in a rainbow of color rained down onto the floor. You giggled with Esmeralda as more cheering filled the room.

“How’s your night going? Hope I’m not interpreting.” He said, a few of his words coming out elongated and awkward, but no one truly seemed to notice or care because you were all giggling, wobbling, drunk messes.

“You could never --hic-- interpret captain! Come in!” Emi said, her tone shifting the slightest bit to be more kind towards her captain. “Y/N was just telling us--” You shot her a warning glare that only seemed to amuse her. “How much she likes it here!”

“Oh was she? Heh. Good.” He said, stumbling into the room, Seqii shutting the door behind him. Those green-blue eyes found you and filled with that softness you had spotted here and there in them. A look that spoke to the same feeling thrashing about in your chest, wishing to meet it.

“Baby--ugh I mean Songbird--Y/N,” He finally got out. You’re name felt strange spilling from his lips, but you loved it just as you did hearing the nicknames he conquered up for you.

A few girls around the room gave giddy little laughs at the nicknames, which you shot them their own warning glares for.

“I always love to hear feedback from the crew. ‘Specially from you newbies. Helps me know what’s workin’ and what’s-” he gave a little burp in the back of his throat as he came to a wobbly stop next to you. “-what’s not.” He stammered on, waving his hands around as if to emphasize what he was saying, confetti that had stuck to his gloved hands falling into your crossed lap.

You huffed with a roll of your eyes as you pulled yourself up, bumping into his leg as your wonky vision threw you off balance. Strong, gloved hands grabbed you under your arms and helped hoist you up, making your face burn.

“Are the others back?” Esmeralda asked hopefully, sitting herself right-side up.

“Only lil ol’ me. Sorry, Es.” Buggy said, a hand falling away from your body only for the last to stay glued to your back. You leaned into his touch, loving the feel of his warmth, a warmth strong enough to seep through the white fabric of his glove and your shirt.

“Captian, before you drag our glorious singing songbird off, could we hear one more song?” Emi asked, raising the last wine bottle. “We still have this whole bottle left,”

“Sure. No skin off my nose.” Buggy said, turning to look your way with a shrug.

The room went deadly quiet at his words.

Breaths were held and prayers were muttered.

They were words that, under any circumstance would have gotten someone mamined--killed.

But as he looked at you, all that flashed in his eyes was that softness which had never once left them since his arrival. He looked--at ease, almost.

It was probably just all the alcohol he had drank that night.

Probably all the alcohol you had been drinking, making you see things.

“Heh. Nose.” He said, bopping your nose. You watched his grin grow wider--a grin that sparked your own to cross your lips. “Sing the one ‘bout that bottle of rum that’s hard to open.”

“Aye, aye Captain.” You said, giving him a little salute, which he wobbly gave back.

You instructed everyone who wished to participate to form a circle, snatching the bottle of wine from Seqii before you hopped into the middle, starting the fun and upbeat shanty about a crew of pirates who find a mysterious bottle of rum floating in the sea. A bottle whose cork was too tough for the captain to open, so it was passed around and around the crew, trying desperately to find someone who could open it.

Once the first verse was sung, setting the disastrous scene for your own crew, you passed the wine bottle to Buggy as you began singing the chorus. A chorus that spurred your captain to pass it to Emi who passed it to Esmeralda and around and around the circle of the bottle went. You followed it, skipping and hopping and dancing away as your crew joined you in singing the chorus.

You froze as the chorus ended, the bottle landing in Buggy’s hands on a last pass from Seqii. He winked your way, making your mouth run dry as he raised the bottle to his painted lips.

You almost forgot all about the silly little song you were singing as you watched him, but found the will in your foggy brain to sing the second verse. Buggy chugged and chugged, his throat working with each swallow of the liquid. It had your alcohol-flushed body burning up that much more.

The girls gave another round of cheers as Buggy detached his head and hands so that the rest of his body could do a twirling dance to the music you provided.

When the verse came to an end, his head and hands popped back into place and he quickly passed it to Emi who passed it to Esmeralda and so on and so on as you sang the chorus once more.

Several verses later, the bottle ran dry with a hiccupping hoot of triumph from Emi, who held the bottle high as you finished the song.

You gave a flashy bow as the girls and your captain cheered for you, blowing kisses here and there around the circle. Buggy detached a hand to pretend to catch one high up, holding it carefully in his palm as he put it in his coat pocket.

“Thank you, thank you! I’ll see you all bright and early tomorrow morning!” A groan spilled from a few of the girl's lips at the thought of what tomorrow held in store for them. Mainly; all the chores to be done that Cabaji, no matter how hungover, was sure to have to get done.

You looped your arm through Buggy’s and let him lead you out of the room, which you took one more look over your shoulder to look at your friends in their varying states of drunkenness.

“Ask him!” Emi mouthed your way as Seqii did the simple magic trick where one pretended like they were pulling their thumb from its joint…but she had positioned her hands at her crotch with a grin so wide it almost spilled off her cheeks.

You shook your head at their silliness and persistence to know of your private endeavors…but it had piqued your interest if not in the slightest.

The hall was chilled compared to the body-filled room you had both just been in, which erupted in more laughter as you shut the door behind you. A chill that Buggy’s body, instantly wrapped around yours, shielded you from.

He placed a big old, smacking, wet kiss on your cheek, making your heart flutter like some caged butterfly.

“That was so fucking sexy, songbird.” He said, words still coming out warped from all the alcohol he had drank against your temple.

“Oh yeah? You liked my little jig?” You murmured back, turning your face to steal a glance at those eyes you couldn’t look in long enough.

“Hell yeah. Got me all hot and bothered.” His lips kissed your temple, then your cheek, before latching them onto your neck. You hooked your fingers over the back of his neck and pulled him in closer, savoring the tingling sensations that shot over your skin at his sloppy affections

“Should I do another one?” In hardly the blink of an eye, Buggy grabbed hold of your hand and in a quick, sharp movement that had you wobbly all over again, spun you around and away from him.

“Please do another one.” He begged, eyes eating up your body as you fought to regain your steady footing.

“Aye, aye captain.” You laughed before starting to sing an upbeat shanty as you spun and moved your body to the phantom beat down the hall and around the corner towards the stairs. Buggy followed after you, joining you in song and grabbing hold of your hands here and there to give you a little spin.

When the song came to a close, Buggy gave a loud hoot that echoed back at him and mixed with your laughter. He was quick to scoop you up into his arms, lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss that had your alcohol-fuzzed brain going near blank.

“Sing again for me, songbird.” He asked against your lips. You kissed him again before pulling away, Buggy giving a little whine to let you know you had pulled away all too quickly. “Did you eat dinner?” Buggy rolled his eyes, his arms snaking around your waist once more.

“Baby--”

“Baby.” You insisted, wrapping an arm around his neck. “I’ll sing for you while you eat? How does that sound?” Light lit up Buggy’s eyes as he nodded several times at this, making his face, in your drunken state, go all fuzzy.

“I should really promote you to be my negotiator. You’re--” He gave another burp in the back of his throat that you crinkled your nose at in disgust. “Soooo good at it.”

“Only for you, Captain.” Buggy’s grin widened and he leaned down to claim your lips in another sloppy kiss, but you were quick to place a finger over his puckered lips. “Food first.” Buggy groaned dramatically, grabbing hold of your wrist to pull your finger from his lips.

“Fine.” He gruffed, all but dragging you to the kitchen so that he could eat and get on with kissing you.

The kitchen had been left in a state of disarray thanks to you and the girls ransacking its stores as soon as the kitchen staff left for the night. Kitchen staff you knew would set Cabaji on you all to clean it all up in the morning.

Buggy gave a groaning oof as he flopped himself onto one of the stools sitting before the island, plunking his forehead against the wood. You chuckled at him and opened the fridge.

“Why’d you come back so early, baby?” You asked, rummaging around for the leftovers you had saved from the diner you and the girls had gone to dinner at.

“I’m too old to keep up with the others anymore. Got tired.” He grumbled making you roll your eyes.

“Oh is that right? Then we should head to bed after this? Get my old man his full eight hours of beauty sleep?” You teased, grabbing your leftovers up.

Even in your alcohol-fuzzed state, Buggy having yet to snap something back at you was strange.

Turning around, fridge door shutting softly behind you, you found Buggy’s face buried in his hands, shoulders quivering.

Crying.

Buggy was crying.

It had panic and concern shoot through your chest rapidly, your leftovers abandoned as you rushed to his side.

“Buggy? What’s wrong, baby?” You asked, smoothing your hands over his back and arm to try and get him to look at you. To comfort and console him. “D-did I say something to upset you? I’m sorry, baby, you know I don’t think you’re old--”

“I missed you.” He moaned out. His words--they more than shocked you.

He had missed you. He had missed you so much he had left the bar early and was now crying about it.

It was…sweet. And doing nothing for that warm, fluttering feeling invading your every sense.

“You--you missed me?” You asked, gently grabbing hold of his hands to pull them away from his face. His make-up was done for, smudged so bad it had all but blended into his skin. His watery blue-green eyes looked up at you, only overflowing with more tears as he nodded.

“Baby I missed so much.” He whined, grabbing for your shirt weakly as if it was his anchor in the raging storm that was his emotions. “They can’t sing like you--they don’t know half the lyrics.” Tears continued to spill down his cheeks as he pulled you closer. “And--and I just--missed you.”

You smiled kindly at him, cupping his face with your hands and wiping away each tear that escaped his eyes.

“I’m here now. And I still owe you a song.” More tears fell from his eyes despite your attempt at comfort, his face falling against your chest as a sob shook his shoulders.

You were trying not to laugh--not to let that giddy feeling escape your chest through a silly giggle at your captain's confession. At the discovery that Buggy was a drunk crier.

You pulled his hat off his head, placing it on the island counter before going about taking his bandana off so that you could brush your fingers over his blue hair, which he had put in a singular braid.

“Fucking gods I missed you.” He sobbed again, burying his face deeper. “You’re--you’re just so beautiful and too kind to me.”

Beautiful. He was calling you beautiful.

Your heart was beginning to race with that feeling. With that overwhelming swell of that naggingly warm emotion.

A swell that the alcohol in your system was threatening to spill.

To spill the three words you had been struggling to hold at bay. Words that were just on the tip of your tongue--words that began to form and fal--

“And--And your tits are so soft and round and I missed them so much.” And that feeling was swapped with utter annoyance.

“Really?” You asked, placing your hands on his shoulders to try and shove him away, but his grip on you was iron-like.

“What? It’s true!” He moaned out mournfully as he nuzzled his face between them. You huffed, feeling just the tiniest bit hurt in that moment when you had thought you were getting a sweet, tender confession from your captain.

“You just missed my tits? Is that all you missed?” You snapped, Buggy’s face pulled from your breast so he could show you all that sadness welling in his soul.

“No.” He whined, resting his cheek again on your breasts. “I missed your ass too.”

“Jackass.” You grumped, yanking yourself away from the clown who gave another pitiful moan.

“Baby--” Buggy started, grabbing at your arms and hips to try and keep you close. You fought not to give in and fall back into his arms, especially when a wave of fresh tears were rolling down his red and blue smudged cheeks.

“I don’t think you deserve a song now, since you only missed my body” You huffed, crossing your arms and turning your head away from him.

Buggy moaned yet again, his head flopping onto the kitchen island once more and falling off. His shoulder drooped and his arms fell off, chop-chopped into pieces on the floor. It was a pile of chop-chopped limbs that continued to grow the longer you stayed away.

“Noooooo. I missed your voice.” He cried, his gloved hands inching their way up onto the island surface. “I missed you being mean to me and I mi-missed you takin’ care of me even when I don’t deserve it.” Those chopped hands continued to cross the wooden surface towards you like some strange spider. Fingers that brushed against your arm in a weak attempt to pull you back.

“I don’t deserve you--you’re too good for me. I’m a shitty shitty fool and you’re a perfect dove who's too bright for me.”

And now you felt like the asshole. Because none of that was true. Because Buggy was perfect for you in every way. He was more than you deserved. He was better to you than any person you had had a semblance of a relationship with had ever been before.

You didn’t deserve him.

“Buggy. No. That’s not true.” You started, going right back over to the chopped-up pile he had become. Buggy was quick to pull himself back together and was pulling you eagerly into his orbit once more.

“It is.” He cried, knuckles no doubt going white under his gloves at the tight he was holding onto your shirt. “I’m the East Blue’s biggest loser. The biggest in all the Blue Seas. You deserve someone who is better. Someone like that fucking shit-for-brains swordsman or shitty blond pretty boy.” You shook your head, gently pulling his fingers from your shirt to hold his hands tight.

“I don’t want them. I’ve never wanted them. I’ve only ever wanted you.” Buggy shook his head and you took his chin in a gentle scoop, keeping those sad eyes on you. “And I don’t think you're a fool. Not one bit.” Doubt and self-hatred continued to bubble in Buggy's watery eyes. Emotions you never ever wanted to see shining in them. Emotions you had put there.

It had your heart beating painfully in your chest. Had your hands sweating and blood running cold.

You were making him cry. You are a burden to him.

“I--I don’t deserve you.” Buggy scoffed at this, disbelief thankfully lessening those hurting feelings in his eyes. “I don’t. Before I met you--I was nothing. No one. Just an empty vessel floating around on some godsforsaken ship. A husk trapped in a cave. And now--now you make me feel--full. Like a real person. You make me feel so--so happy.”

“But you would be happier with--”

“I wouldn’t. I know I wouldn’t because I wasn’t.” Buggy’s bottom lip quivered in warning of another body-shaking sob. You couldn’t--wouldn’t see him upset. Upset over something you had foolishly started.

“I lo--” Your words lodged themselves in your throat. Words that had been threatening to spill from your mouth from the moment you had caught him singing your song to the night air all those weeks ago. Words your heart and soul begged to speak but your mind caged--bulling them away in fear. Fear of him rejecting such words. Words that were more than just words.

Words that sobered you right up, letting every last bit of panic flood your chest now that the dulling fog had vanished.

Buggy’s own breath hitched in his throat. That warm look you had spied in his eyes more and more often flashing through their watery depths. A warm look that was overpowered by those hurting feelings you had been trying to save him from.

“You are special to me.” You managed to croak out. Your heart was beating faster. So fast you were sure it was bruising itself against your ribs, making it hard to breathe. “And--and I want to be here. With you. And I don’t want you to feel that way. Not with me. Because--because you’re too special to me.” More tears fell from Buggy’s eyes and your panic gripped at your heart tighter.

Had you only made it worse? Had you said too--

A hand grabbed hold of your jaw, pulling you against Buggy’s smudged lips. Lips that kissed you soft and sweet.

He kissed you slowly. A slowness that spoke louder than any words he could have possibly said in that moment. A kiss that had your eyes sparking with tears right alongside his own.

You grabbed him closer, pressing your body against his as much as the stool would allow. But it was nowhere near close enough. It would never be close enough.

Your hands moved over his braided hair, down his stubble-lined jaw, and neck. Hands you moved under his coat to try and shrug it off his shoulder so you could feel his warm skin against yours. He chop-chopped his arms from his shoulders to let the coat slip off more easily. Arms that were instantly around you once reattached, hands finding their way under your shirt.

The kiss grew more hungry--needy, but that passion never once fled. A passion that burned through your heart, which struggled to keep the balance between your fluttering feelings towards this clown, and your darkened ones.

You felt the muscles in his arms work against your hands as he grabbed you up in them, laying you out on top of the kitchen island.

Random bottles and bits of trash you and the girls had littered it with clattered to the ground, but it hardly mattered. Not when Buggy was trailing a wet line of kisses over your jaw and neck and the swell of your breasts. Not when he pulled your shirt up to continue to leave opened-mouthed kisses along your stomach.

You breathed his name as he began to tug your brightly patterned pajama pants over and off your legs.

Those sloppy kisses attacked your calves and thighs--lips that turned biting every so often and had your body sparking, mind fogging in utter lustful need.

“F-fuck, Songbird,” Buggy spoke around a mouthful of flesh. “Always so ready for me.” You gave a shuddery gasp as a detached hand came to rest over your pelvic bone, thumb running over the thin fabric that still covered your dripping core.

“Always, captain.” You moaned out, reaching to feel over his cheek and jaw. Those damned fingers passing over your clit, sending a jolting shock through your near-burning body. “P-please--baby, I need you, please.” You begged.

“Let me taste first, baby. Please let me taste you.” He begged right back, his kisses growing ever closer to your weeping pussy. You whimpered but nodded at his request. A whimper that turned sharp and whiny when those wet kisses were placed over your covered core. Buggy moaned against you, tongue creating a dampened patch on your underwear right above your entrance.

“B-Buggy--please.” You moaned out, hips starting to ground against his mouth, fingers, and nose to create more and more beautiful mind-numbing frustration. Buggy cursed, that detached hand pulling away from your covered clit to start pulling your underwear down.

They didn’t get very far over your thighs when Buggy’s tongue ran through your folds. You cried out his name, underwear restricting your legs from opening further for him and all but clamping down around his head.

You couldn’t find the strength within yourself to stop rotating your hips against his mouth--to try to stop chasing your high long enough to loosen your grip on his head or make sure your underwear wasn’t choking him out.

But those chop-chop abilities handled all your worries.

His head detached from his neck, freeing your legs from their awkwardly folded position and allowing his hand to finally yank your underwear from your legs, giving you the freedom to hook them over his shoulders, granting him full access to your needy pussy.

His head popped back into place just as his tongue dipped into your fluttering core, lapping up every last bit of your ever-growing arousal in sinful slurps.

Your fingers wove their way into his hair, messing up that braid, as your hips ground against his mouth near frantically as that build deep within you began to wind. That detached hand crawled over your stomach and found home once more over your pelvic bone so that it could rub circle after circle into your clit, winding that coil ever tighter.

You moaned Buggy’s name like a prayer as he continued to fuck you on his tongue. As his own moans vibrated through you and set into motion that snapping release within you.

A release that tingled through your arching spine and sent that white buzz flooding through your thighs and core, which constricted around Buggy’s tongue.

You fell back against the counter, sweat making your skin stick to it and chest heaving up in down to catch your breath. Your fingers mused through Buggy’s hair, your thighs twitching and whimpering gasps falling from your mouth as Buggy’s tongue remained buried deep within you, licking up every last bit of your finish.

“B-Buggy,” You moaned, yanking weakly at his hair. “Ne-need you in me. Please.” Buggy mummed in acknowledgment, sending pleasure-filled vibrations through your sensitive core. You bit your lip as he continued to eat you out--as his fingers continued to rub mind-numbing circles into your clit that had your hips and legs twitching as if to try and get away from the persistent assault of your sensitive body.

“Buggy.” You whimpered, yanking at his hair just the sharpest bit tighter. He pulled from your core then, but not without trailing his drooling tongue back through your folds one last time. You wiggled your hips against the burning feeling that shot through you.

“M’kay, baby.” He murmured, kissing back up your exposed stomach to find your lips once more. The feel and taste of spit and your release had your mind spinning all over again. Had you hooking your legs together around his waist, pressing his hardened cock against your reignited arousal.

You moved to fidget with his belt buckle, spurring that detached hand to help you loosen it as well as yank his pants and stripped boxers down far enough to let his cock spring free, it tapping against your sensitive clit. Buggy hissed at the feel of your slick against the reddened tip of him.

You scooted closer, your ass all but hanging off the edge of the kitchen island so that Buggy’s cock lay flush against your throbbing folds. His lips left yours, resting his forehead on your collarbone so that he could watch as he split you open on his cock, that little whimper of his you loved spilling from his lips with every inch inwards.

You cradled the back of his neck as your walls flexed and adjusted for him, that shimmering pleasure starting that coil deep within yourself up once more.

“Fuck, songbird.” He groaned lowly as he bottomed out, his lips kissing the valley between your breasts. “So good--always feel so good.” Your lips kissed the bit of his forehead you could reach with a stratified hum. “A-always so good for me. A-always take care of me.” He mumbled, pulling himself out to his red-flushed tip before quickly thrusting back into you, pulling a gasp from your lips.

That shimmer turned into a pleasant buzz with each snap of his hips against your own. A buzz that built with each pass of sticky, warm skin, burning lips, and biting teeth.

Buggy’s sea-glass eyes found your own once more and you’re breath hitched at the warm emotions swirling within them. Emotions that stayed, not chased away by doubt or fear.

“I-I--you’re special to me, songbird. You--you make me happy. Happier than I’ve been in years.” Tears pricked at your eyes. Tears you fought against but ultimately lost to. Buggy kissed them away, his thrusts slow and circling to keep you closer.

“I--I think--” He hesitated, his breath huffing against your cheeks as he continued those shallow thrusts. Thrusts that allowed his cock to hit every last nerve ending within you, starting that white buzz you knew meant the coming of your second release of the night. “I--I missed bein’ ‘round you and it had only been a couple of hours. Fuck--you’re so godsdamn special to me it hurts, songbird.”

You huffed against the rise of emotions flashing through you. Emotions that only swelled that much more when he nuzzled his nose against yours. When he purposely brought attention yet again to his nose. His nose he protected against insult with rage and violence--but he was letting you near it--feel it.

He pulled away to look into your eyes again and you found tears were pricking at his own eyes once more.

Slowly, as to give him more than enough time to pull away, you leaned in to place a small kiss to that nose of his--a nose that complemented him and one you loved. Buggy blinked, those tears rolling down his cheeks. You smiled at him through your pants, wiping his tears away.

Your lips found his once more in a slow, open-mouthed kiss that brought you two that much closer.

That white buzz zapped through your thighs and spine and toes as it shot through down your core once more, Buggy’s name moaned into his mouth.

He moaned your own name into your mouth, cock twitching and balls pulling tight before spilling ribbons of hot come deep within you.

You both fell slumped against each other, taking in each other's air as heavy panting filled the air.

“I’m…I’m sorry for cryin’,” Buggy mumbled as he pet over the bits of your exposed skin he could get at. You placed a kiss to his neck, fingers messing with his braid.

“It’s okay, baby. Crying just means you had a good night.” Buggy gave that funky laugh of his, kissing your cheek as he made to look into your eyes once more. His smile, so bright and wide, nearly took your breath away.

“You’re right. I did.” His lips claimed yours in a kiss just as sweet as the words he had uttered to you moments ago.

“Hey…Buggy?” You asked once you had fully caught your breath.

“Yeah, songbird?”

“I was just wondering…what all can you chop off?” Buggy blinked at you in thought, not truly understanding your motives.

“Well--everything, I guess. Why--” Buggy cut himself off when he spied the mischievous smirk pulling at your lips. You clenched your tired walls around his softened cock in way of question. “Fuck, songbird.” He cursed, his pupils slowly growing larger in lust.

“Can it?” Buggy leaned so close that the tip of your nose touched his. It had your heart fluttering all over again.

“Want to find out?” He asked with a smirk to match your own.

“Yes, Captain."

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gingernut1314 · 11 months ago

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Songbird Masterlist 🪽🤡

Buggy x F!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, some violence, alcohol use, mild spoilers for the anime

Requested by: @srgtjamesbarnes (luv you boo 🩷)

Original ask: heyyy can u write something where a female reader is doing chores on the Merry and she’s singing and Buggy (as a head) is with her and hears and is immediately like JOIN MY CREW because she’s amazing and there’s some flirting! thanks!

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Guide:

⏳ = Coming Soon 🖋️= Ongoing ✔️ = Competed 🧨 = NSFW 🎟️ = One-shot 👒 = Headcanon

Setlist: (Full Songbird playlist here)

FU in my Head

Dopamine

Clearest Blue

Winter City Ghosts

You

Older

(Where do I begin) Love Song

Other Things:

ᥫ᭡ Art Based on Part 5 by @miss-atomic-blog ᥫ᭡ Art Based on Part 7 by @miss-atomic-blog ᥫ᭡ Mood Board Challenge for Part 7 ᥫ᭡ The Buggy Pirate Girlys (my ocs)

Songbird (Main Story): 🖋️

Buggy has taken up calling you songbird after catching you singing to yourself to pass the time on the Going Merry. A nickname you want to hate but can't help but secretly like. A nickname that only adds to your secret growing liking of the psychotic clown.

ᥫ᭡ Part 1

ᥫ᭡ Part 2 🧨

ᥫ᭡ Part 3 🧨

ᥫ᭡ Part 4 🧨

ᥫ᭡ Part 5

ᥫ᭡ Part 6 🧨

ᥫ᭡ Part 7

ᥫ᭡ Part 8🧨

ᥫ᭡ Part 9 🧨

ᥫ᭡ Part 10

ᥫ᭡ Part 11

ᥫ᭡ Part 12

ᥫ᭡ Part 13

ᥫ᭡ Part 14

Songbird's Crescendo (prequel): ⏳

It has only been a week since you were freed and your new captain manages to get you kidnapped once more...but you had not expected to step right into the middle of a circus. A circus headed by a clown you can't seem to keep your mind off of.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 Part 1 WIP

Songbird's Giocoso (sequel): ⏳

The show goes on as you and Buggy make your way through the Grand Line.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Encore! Encore! (extra scenes):

ᥫ᭡ Extra Special 🎟️ 🧨 {5.4K} - Can be read between pt. 8 and 9 of Songbird

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gingernut1314 · 9 months ago

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Extra Special

A Songbird Story

Buggy x F!Reader

Summary: Buggy wants to make this Valentine's Day special. Extra special for his extra special songbird.

Warnings: fluff, like the tiniest bit of angst, smut (p in v, biting)

Word Count: 5.4K

A/N: Sooo....I got this out a bit later than I wanted (like an hour late) so it's no longer valentines day...but let's all pretend I got this out in time 😂

This is a part of the Songbird series, though not part of the main storyline (if you want to add this extra little story into the main storyline, it could be read between part 8 and part 9). I hope you all enjoy!!! 🩷🩷🩷

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“SHIT!” The screaming voice of Buggy and the sound of shattering glass jolted you from your sleep like some alarm clock you hadn’t asked for. You started up, ripping the blankets off your body as you fought against your sleep-blurred eyes to find your captain in the dim light of his room. Panic at the thought of something having happened to him struck you hard and fast.

“NO!” Buggy shouted at you, a detached hand flying your way and shoving up back down in bed with a bounce.

“Hey! Buggy, what the hell happened--”

“Nothin’! Stay asleep!” Your concern turned to irritation as he continued to hold you down.

“I’m not going to stay asleep you jackass!” You huffed, grabbing for his hand to hold it in a way so you could sit up once more.

The door to Buggy’s chambers lay open, the light illuminating the hall filtering into his room and allowing you to see the predicament Buggy had gotten himself into.

He skillfully held a tray of food in his last remaining hand while his sea-glass eyes looked downward mournfully at the shattered mug and spilled tea on his floor. It was your mug, one you had picked up on the last island the Big Top had landed on.

“I-I’m--I broke your mug.” He said slowly, almost as if he was nervous about how you would react.

“Were you bringing me breakfast in bed?” You asked, completely glazing over the subject of your broken mug. Buggy’s mouth fell open as his eyes glanced towards the tray he still balanced.

“Uh--yeah.” You kissed the bit of exposed wrist of the detached hand still in your grip before letting it fly back to his body, a smile pulling to your lips.

“Then what are you waiting for? Come here.” You said patting the empty space next to you. Buggy looked to the spill, then back to you, and then back to the spill once more. “It’s just a mug, baby. I can get a new one.” Those eyes found you once more, his mouth opening and closing like some fish out of water. You sighed, patting the bed a bit more aggressively.

“We’ll clean up later. My stomach is eating itself I’m so hungry.” Buggy rolled his eyes at you dramatically, closing the door before starting for you.

“Now that’s a bit dramatic, don’t ya think, songbird?” You scoffed at him and his silly little grin which was growing wider and wider the closer he got to you.

“Dramatic? I’m dramatic? I’m not the one who was about to cry over--” A gloved hand came up to cover your face, shoving you not so gently back onto your pillow.

“Scoot over, yeah?” The bed dipped as you swatted Buggy’s hand away from your face, shooting him a daggered glare that he merely winked back at.

“Asshole.” You huffed, sitting back up as Buggy passed over you to his side of the bed.

“Yes, but you like this asshole.” A detached hand came around to bop you on the nose as he flopped down next to you.

“Yeah, yeah.” You huffed, watching as he extended the tray of breakfast foods out to you.

“You’re favorites of course.” Your playful annoyance was quickly replaced with that giddy feeling in your chest you still weren’t used to feeling. A feeling that was warm and pressing dangerously against the seams of your heart at Buggy’s thoughtful kindness. You took the tray, placing it in your lap as you smiled gratefully up at your captain.

“And--” He said, a detached hand flying into the bathroom only to come back out with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. They were in the colors of yellow and white and sat in a red and white striped popcorn container. You realized the flowers were supposed to mimic the food typically within such a container.

You’re mouth hung wide open as Buggy handed you the flowers, his grin turning all too goofy. A smile that was even more stunning than any flower you could ever receive.

“Thank you, baby. What did I do to deserve all this today?” You asked, bringing the flowers to your nose to smell their sweet scent.

Shit--they even smelled like popcorn. How’d he do that?

“Cause today’s Valentine's Day, duh.” You blinked up at him. Blinked once, twice--

“Valentine’s Day? I don’t understand.” Buggy’s eyes all but fell out of their sockets in shock.

“What? You don’t know what Valentine's Day is?” You shook your head and Buggy continued to gap at you. “It’s only one of the biggest holidays they celebrate in the East Blue.” You shrugged at him, leaning over to place the flowers on the nightstand next to you.

“I grew up under a rock, remember? My dad didn’t care about shit like holidays.” You said, looking over the assortment of food on the tray in your lap. You went for the fruit first, popping one in your mouth as Buggy gave a huff of annoyed air.

“The more I learn ‘bout your daddy the more I dislike him.” You shrugged, moving so you could hook your feet over Buggy’s lap, bringing the warmth of his body flush against yours. His hand was quick to find purchase on your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze as you raised a bit of fruit to his lips.

“Tell me about it?” You asked, Buggy taking the fruit from your fingers. The brush of his painted lips made your skin tingle and burn and wish to feel over them.

“Well--ya know. It's just a day you spend with the people you care about.” He said between chews. “Do nice things for ‘em. Treat ‘em extra special.”

You tried to play it off cooly by taking a bite from some of the other foods on the tray, but you were anything but cool. Your heart was beating against your rips in a near-painful manner. That giddy feeling rolling around in your chest so fast it made your heart ache with its wildness.

He cared about you. He was telling with his words that he cared about you.

“Oh? And--I’m getting treated extra special?” You asked, raising a fork full of food for Buggy to take. He did and gave your thigh another squeeze.

“No, I’m gonna treat Cabaji to a good time. I’m gonna go snuggle up in bed with him while I feed him breakfast.” You rolled your eyes at Buggy’s tease, taking another bite of your food.

“But you’re not feeding me breakfast. I’m feeding you.” You said, bringing another fork full of food for him to eat. He took it with an audible chomping sound.

“Hand over the fork then, smartass.” You smirked, keeping the fork far away from him.

“I thought you were supposed to be nice to me today.” Buggy was quick to snatch the fork from your hand, his other hand moving from your thigh to pinch at your side in a way that had you yelping and squirming to get away. The tray of food Buggy had so kindly brought to you almost found its way onto the floor to join your mug had Buggy not sent a detached booted foot to nudge it back into place.

“I am being nice. See how nice I’m being.” He insisted, skewering a piece of fruit onto the fork and choo-choo training it towards you. You mocked irritation once more at his antics but ate the fruit with a chuckle.

“I’ll forgive you if you say sorry.” You said after swallowing. Buggy gave a chuckle of his own as he grabbed your cheeks in a squishing hold, pulling you closer and closer until his lips crashed into yours.

His grip loosened, giving your lips the freedom to move in tandem with his. To taste the spices within your breakfast and the sweetness of the fruit.

Buggy pulled away all too soon and you chased after his lips, needing that little buzz of happiness kissing him gave rise in you.

“I’m sorry.” He said against your lips, which claimed yours once more.

“Humm…I don’t know if I forgive you.” Buggy gave a rumbling growl that shook through your chest, burning at your skin.

“Oh yeah? Do I need to beg for your forgiveness?” You smirked, running your fingers over his exposed arm, feeling over the smooth skin and the course blue hair that lay there.

“Begging is a very good start.” He gave that little whimper you loved oh so much to hear. One that had you grabbing him closer, the tray of food forgotten fully as he grabbed you right back.

And just as Buggy had opened his mouth to start to beg, sweet sounds your body begged itself to hear, a knock sounded at his door. One that had anger spiking in Buggy so sharp and fast he was ripping himself off of you and hurling himself from bed, leaving you a drunk kissed mess.

“WHAT DID I TELL YOU IDIOTS?” Buggy shouted as you fought to calm yourself back down.

As he screeched and howled at whoever had interrupted his alone time, you went about picking up the bits of food that had fallen in your hast to get your captain closer.

You ate the rest of your breakfast as you pulled yourself from bed, yanking on a pair of Buggy’s pj bottoms which lay scattered over the floor as you went about tidying up the red sheets, as well as picking up the mess that was your shattered mug.

As you did this, you caught bits and pieces of Buggy’s conversation with, who after a quick peek through the crack in the door Buggy had left, found Mohji standing there looking very, very stressed.

“There is a tax to dock, captain.”

“Then don’t dock. Go around the island.”

“We-we did sir. There are docks all around the island and the beaches are very populated--guards posted on each.” You threw the mug away as Buggy fumed at these words.

“And the next nearest island?”

“A day’s journey, captain.” Buggy cursed. And cursed and cursed some more.

“Fine! Pay the godsdamned tax.” Mohji left with a quick yes, captain and an apology before his footsteps rushed off. Buggy came back in looking like he was about to pop a blood vessel. It was a look that only deepened when he found you were finishing up cleaning the spilled tea. “What are you--”

“You never pay a tax. We should just go to the next island.” Buggy huffed, slamming the door shut behind him.

“We can’t just “go to the next island” ‘cause today is Valentine's Day. Not tomorrow. And this island has the best beaches for miles.” You blinked at him slowly--beaches. You loved beaches. Loved the sun on your skin and the sand between your toes. It was a fact Buggy knew of you. A love he had learned of during both of your time on the Going Merry.

“Are you--are you taking me to the beach?” You asked calmly, trying to not get your hopes up. Buggy huffed away, trying to settle his raging emotions as he snagged a small, light blue bag from under his vanity.

“Take a look.” He said, pulling a smile to his face that seemed to help him calm down greatly.

Fake it until you make it was the philosophy you believed Buggy went with to get through life. It was a pretty good philosophy--one you might even pick up living by.

You took the bag from Buggy’s hand, pulling the red tissue paper out to find a few pieces of folded, polyester outfits within.

The first you pulled out was a pair of blue, yellow, and red diamond-patterned swim trunks. Trunks that were definitely meant for Buggy who was now genuinely grinning again as he watched you open the gift.

The next thing you pulled out was a matching bikini. It was tasteful, but still cut in a fashion you knew Buggy was eager to see you in. In other words, small but covered the important bits pretty well.

The suits were bright and flashy and so Buggy. You loved it.

“Wha’d ya-” You didn’t let him finish his question before you were attacking him in a hug and in smacking kisses to both his cheeks.

“I love it! Thank you, baby.” Buggy grabbed hold of your hips, finding your lips for a kiss.

“How ‘bout you get ready and I’ll make sure everything’s in order with this shitty tax, hum?” You nodded, kissing him again quickly before rushing off to the bathroom.

The beach was crowded, just as you had heard Mohji tell Buggy, but you and your captain found a space a little ways away from everyone. And, as an added bonus, it was far enough away from the water that Buggy’s nerves were put at ease.

You dug your toes into the sand as you watched Buggy set up camp, pulling beach chairs open and laying a blanket down before your chairs. He placed a picnic basket down on top of it, one he had surprised you with on the way here. Buggy even put up an umbrella, though that was mainly for him.

And he did this all in just his flashy swim trunks.

The sun was no help in the growing heat in your body.

No help as you watched the muscles throughout his arms and legs work. No help as you watched his blue hair, which he had put up in a flowy ponytail, fall over his shoulders, leading the eyes to his chest. A chest covered in a dusting of blue hair that you had run your fingers through many, many times before and wished to do now.

It had you almost wishing to take Buggy by the hand and drag him all the way back to the Big Top just so you could see those muscles work to pull those swim trunks off. So you could see the delicate skin that lay hidden beneath and run your tongue--

“Tah dah!” Buggy exclaimed, a pound smile on his face as he gestured towards the set up.

“Good job, baby.” You praised, swallowing down the sudden dryness in your mouth. Buggy beamed like one of the rays of sunlight shining down on you two under your praise.

“You gonna take that cover off? Let me see how good you look in that bikini?” You nodded, placing your beach bag into one of the chairs before yanking your cover-up--which was just one of Buggy’s old t-shirts--over your head.

Buggy gave a low curse as you showed off your new swimsuit--you moving your body in a way that put it on full display for him.

“You like?” You asked as you watched Buggy’s tongue shoot out to wet his lips.

“Do a little twirl for me.” You did so without question, moving your hips in a sultry rotation that earned you a low groan from your captain. “Shit, songbird--maybe we should call it quits? Head back to the ship.” You smirked as you faced him once more.

“Humm we could…but no. I want to get some sun.” You said, the clown all but whining in displeasure. “You were the one who chose this bikini. You only have yourself to blame.” Buggy dramatically pouted.

“Let me at least put lotion on ya. Don’t want you to burn.” You shrugged dismissively.

“I don’t burn.” Buggy’s hands flexed at your continued denial to let him touch you.

“I do.” You scanned over his body slowly, making the clown all but squirm under your gaze.

“Would you like me to put lotion on you?” He nodded frantically, sending a detached hand for the lotion in your bag. He all but shoved it in your hands before sitting down on the blanket before you.

You knelt down behind him, putting a dollop of lotion on your hand. You moved his hair over his shoulder before beginning to rub the lotion in, your captain humming and leaning back to be closer to your touch.

You took your time rubbing it into his skin, tracing shapes into his skin, and digging your fingers into the tenser bits of muscle you came across. The whole time Buggy was a huming, groaning mess and it was making your body utterly ache to have him hum and groan in other such pleasurable ways.

Once every last bit of skin was covered, you moved around to sit before him, his eyes dazed and struggling to focus. Eyes that scanned over your body, which he began to reach for.

“Uh-ah. No touching.” Buggy huffed, those green-blue eyes snapping to look into your own.

“Why not?”

“Because I only get to touch.” This earned you another, rumbling groan, and those eyes lulling closed. You watched him shift, his trunks seeming to grow just a bit tighter around his crotch. You smirked at his flushed state.

“Let’s go back to the ship.” He asked on a whisper, as if your answer might change. You put another dollop of lotion onto your hand and began to rub it into his shoulder, chest, and abdomen.

“Later, baby. You went through all the trouble to get these swimsuits, make us lunch, and pay that tax.” You said, his sea-glass eyes opening to watch you near mournfully. With a chuckle, you leaned forward and placed a soft, lingering kiss on his painted lips. A kiss he savored and whined when it ended. “Thank you. You’ve made me feel extra special today.”

A small smile pulled to Buggy’s lips, that warm emotion flashing through his eyes. A look you thrived under whenever he graced you with it.

“Of course, songbird. Speakin’ of extra special, I have another gift for ya.” He said, sending both of his chopped hands towards the basket.

“Another one? Buggy, baby, that’s too much--” Buggy shushed you with a quick kiss. He pulled away as his hands reattached to his body, the box he had grabbed thrust into your hands.

“Nothin’s too much for my songbird. Now open it.” He said excitedly. You sighed, your own excitement dancing around in your chest.

You tugged at the box’s flaps, freeing them from the colorful tape holding them closed. A small gasp left you as you pulled one of the gifts out.

It was a notebook. A beautifully elegant notebook that, in looping letters, said Songbird’s Songbook #1.

And there were more notebooks within the box. Books of different colors and designs but had the same title drawn on the cover. Each was labeled with a number as well.

You felt your eyes prick and you fought to keep from making a fool of yourself in front of Buggy.

“I-Buggy…” You said in a small voice, looking back towards the man you cared for so, so much. A man who had changed your life for the better--who had pulled you from such a dark, dark place.

Guilt panged in your chest. A guilt that rose your anxiety and had you tapping your fingers against the hardcover of the songbook.

“I didn’t get you anything. You should have told me you were doing all this. How--this is--baby, I want to get you something too. Something as thoughtful and beautiful as this. I--” Buggy cut you off with a soft, comforting cradle of your face between his ungloved hands.

“Baby, you’re gift enough for me.” You huffed, feeling those tears begin to pool in your eyes. “I don’t need anything but you. Don’t worry. Please don’t worry.” But you couldn’t not worry. Because you were worried every day that you wouldn’t be good enough. That he would find some reason to toss you away--to abandon you.

“Hey--if you really want to give me something, you could sing for me.” You blinked a few times to clear the tears stinging your eyes on a nod. “Ya? Okay--hey, stop that.” He chuckled, running his thumb under your eye to try and comfort you further. “A song and your company would be a perfect gift.” You nodded again, clearing your throat from its tightness.

“What--what would you like me to sing?” You asked, leaning your cheek further into his palm.

“How ‘bout that song you’ve been workin’ on?”

“It’s not finished.” He nodded, his smile pulling wider.

“I know. But it’s still my favorite.” You smiled, that giddy, warm feeling filling your chest like a flash of lightning. With a quick kiss to his lips, you two laid out on the blanket, facing one another as you began to sing your song softly.

Buggy watched you like you were the most interesting thing in the whole world. Watched you with that warm look in his eyes and an easy smile on his lips. His hand found its way to feel over your side, running his fingers up and down your skin.

You sang your song of lonely and restless need. Of freedom and the sea and of a feeling for someone so strong it could drive them mad.

When you finished your unfinished song, which you had added just that much more to since the last time you had sung it to him, Buggy pulled you in for another soft, lingering kiss that had your heart soar like some dove.

You almost grabbed him back into you when he pulled away but thought better of it--there would be plenty of time to hold and caress each other after this little beach trip.

Buggy went about presenting you with lunch then in a flashy manner. The lunch was simple but perfectly catered for a beach day.

After lunch, you two sat in your beach chairs. You soaking up the sun and Buggy sitting in the shade of his umbrella, hand in hand.

Once you had had your fill of sun and sand and the sound of crashing waves, you helped Buggy pack everything up before heading for the Big Top.

The ship was as quiet as the grave, the rest of the crew out enjoying the beautiful day and exploring the island you had paid to stay on.

“I don’t get mad,” Buggy started, pulling you towards the circus tent that stood proudly close to the bow of the ship. “But I might have one more gift for ya.” You smiled and squeezed his hand a little tighter.

“Then I owe you one more song.” Buggy squeezed your hand right back with a nod.

“I would love that, songbird.” He led you to the entrance, placing all of your beach gear on the deck before turning you around and covering your eyes with his hands. “No peaking.” He whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

You held onto his hands as he led you into the circus tent, your steps a little stiff from your momentary blindness. Buggy positioned you and turned you just a little bit this way and that before you felt his breath on your ear again.

“Okay…ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” Buggy chuckled before removing his hands from your eyes.

You gasped at the sight before you. A wonderful scene, one with a candlelit dinner table, a meal still steaming and ready to eat. You gathered it must have just been laid out, meaning one of your crewmates was making a mad dash for the exit.

Flowers covered the surrounding area, filling the space with their forally sweet smells. Music played softly in the background as well. Songs from your favorite artists and inspiration since childhood.

But on top of the dinner and the candles and the music, sitting in the middle of the circus ring was a shining, sleek piano. Another one of those songbooks lay on the music stand, a single rose pressed between its pages.

“I’ll have it moved to one of the backrooms so you can have a little more privacy to practice and create your music. I know you’ve been needing a piano so--” You snapped around and attacked Buggy in a tearful kiss before he could finish.

Your captain was quick to wrap you up in his arms, pulling you flush against his warm body. Your lips moved in perfect synchrony. In a sweet, tearful kiss that gradually grew more needy. More wanting and fiery.

You pulled away, littering kisses over his cheeks and jaw and neck, your hands sliding their way downward. Fingers pulled at his bright swim trunks and you were just about to follow your hands downward when Buggy stopped your descent. You whined but it was silenced by his burning kiss.

“Nah-uh. Want to make you feel good.”

“But--” A voice stealing kiss found you again, Buggy’s body moving you backward until you ran into the piano he had just gifted you.

His feeling hands found the strings to your bikini and loosened the top so that the triangle-shaped fabric fell away from your breasts, hanging loosely around your waist. Those stunning eyes of his darkened in lust at the sight of you, his tongue coming out to wet his lips in something akin to hunger.

Your fingers were gripping the back of his neck and guiding him towards your pebbled nipples, Buggy readily following your lead. His teeth grazed over the sensitive heft of your left breast, making a low moan pour from your chest. A low thing that turned mewling when his lips encased your nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue over its peek.

You held him closer, your body giving out onto the keys of the piano, making the instrument give a screeching ring that echoed throughout the circus tent.

Buggy’s strong arms grabbed you around your thighs and shoved you up onto those keys, abusing the poor, elegant instrument once more with your weight.

You would have been worried about breaking such a beautiful gift had a pleasure-filled fog not begun to roll through your mind, blocking out any sense or reason.

He removed his mouth with a pop from your breast only to latch it around your untouched and lonely left breast. Your fingers scraped over the back of his neck, pulling low moans of his own from his throat, the vibrations of it buzzing at your body and adding to the growing wetness between your legs.

Buggy’s hands grabbed for the bottom of your bikini, yanking them off with help from his chop-chop abilities to fully do so without pulling away from you.

He switched breasts again, biting lightly at your flesh and making you squirm in his hold at the flashes of pleasure that pulsed through you.

You spread your legs further, giving Buggy full access to your weeping pussy. It wanted his touch--needed it and you were beginning to grow desperate.

A chopped hand crawled its way down your stomach, finding its home on top of the mound of your pelvis.

“I should make you beg for it, ya know.” He murmured around your breast, flicking his tongue over your nipple and pulling a needy little whine from you. “For teasing me at the beach.”

“Y-your fault. You--” You sucked in a shuttering breath as he dipped a finger into your dripping folds. A finger that rounded your cilt but never once dared to touch it, sending you just enough pleasure but never enough to scratch the deep itch that had been building within your body all day. “You bought the damn bathing suit.”

Buggy chuckled, pulling away from your nipple to lick a wet trail up the valley of your breasts, sinking his teeth into your neck. A pinch of pain that only melded and mixed with that dulled buzz he had lifting in you.

“I wanted to match. So fuckin’ sexy.” And his finger finally moved to land on your clit, rubbing circles into it and sending your body radiating in ecstasy.

“Oh--oh gods--yes--thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You rambled into his hair, holding his face that much closer to your neck, which he continued to bite and suck a deep bruise into. “I-I love this fucking suit--oh my gods!”

Your hips began to move on their own accord, rocking against his finger and his cock, which had tented his trunks in his own arousal.

More, more, more.

You need more of him. All of him.

With these foggy thoughts in mind, you reached your hand down to tug his suit as low as you could. It was an action that only exposed more of that happy blue trail which led to your real goal, still hidden breath those bright trunks.

“C-Captain--Captian, please, please, please! I-I need you in me please!” You begged, continuing to pull at the band of his trunks to spur him on.

“F-Fuck--yeah, baby. Anythin’ ya need.” He grit out pulling away just enough to shove his swimsuit down, letting his cock spring free from its restraint. He hissed at the sudden exposure to the chiller air, his tip already leaking milky pearls of precome.

You grabbed for him, running your thumb over his slit and spreading it around the mushroomed head of him. Your mouth fell open on a needy pant as he thrust mindlessly into her hand, bringing his cock that much closer to your sobbing pussy.

Digging the heels of your feet into that perk little ass of his, you dragged him closer and closer until he was pressed oh so nicely against your entrance.

It took only took one thrust and your guiding hand to have him sinking inch by glorious inch into your aching pussy. Your walls flexed and relaxed around him, sucking him deeper and deeper into you.

“Oh fuck.” Buggy cursed in your ear as he bottomed out, his last unchopped hand coming up to grab a fistful of your breast. You nibbled at that pierced ear, humming your growing satisfaction for him.

“M-move, baby. S-so good for me.” You breathed, raking your fingernails up and down his back, sending shivers through your captain’s body.

“Yes--fuck, yes, songbird.” He said on a whimper, his hips pulling him all the way out all the way to his reddened tip, only to sharply thrust back into you. You gave a deep moan of his name, hanging onto him for deep life.

Each thrust sent low humming through your body. Humming that grew louder and louder and louder until it was all you could hear.

Each bite and suck at your neck spread sparks along your skin like the start of some wildfire.

Each circle and flick of your cilt ignited and deepened that built within the depths of your abdomen.

Buggy chuckled against your skin, his thrusts never once faltering in their steady, pleasure-pulling pace.

“Wh-what?” You panted, grabbing hold of his chin to look into those sea-glass eyes. Eyes a swirl of blown-out lust and mirth.

“J-just--heh--this wasn’t what I had in mind when I said--m-makin’ music.” He huffingly laughed, a rather brutal thrust pulling a deep moan from your chest. A thrust that pushed your body harder into the keys beneath you, the piano letting out a horrid sound at the sudden movement.

“I-It’ll be inspiration.” You wavered, moving his lips against yours in a sloppy dance of tongues and spit.

That deep build rolled around within you. Rolled and spurred your hips to move that much faster against Buggy’s. The added pressure of his pelvic bone slamming against his finger, which pushed against your clit that much harder had that white buzz spread through your thighs, into your hips, and then to rush wildly down through your core.

Buggy pulled from your kiss, free hand shooting up to hold your neck in a loose hold so that he could watch your brows furrow and mouth hang open in a gasping call of his name as you came. Your walls fluttered and clenched around his cock, pulling your name and nicknames alike from Buggy’s panted lips.

He pushed fully into you, nose brushing against yours as hot ribbons of come shot into your constricting pussy in spurts.

Buggy whimpered, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His body fell slump against yours, only held up by your legs around his waist and your arms around his waist. You held him tight, pressing your forehead into the side of his head, breathing in his scent with each heaving pull of air into your lungs.

“I think--I think we broke the piano.” You panted with a chuckle, kissing his shoulder. Buggy groaned, his body finding strength enough to hold you back just as tight.

“Whatever--I’ll steal you another one. I’ll steal so many pianos you won’t know what to do with them all.” You kissed his shoulder once more, a large, goofy grin pulling to your lips. One that, just like that warm feeling in your chest, you couldn’t help.

“Thank you. Today was very extra special.”

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gingernut1314 · 10 months ago

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lemme read some of that siren song 👀

Of courseee!

This is the prequel some of you might have seen me say I am going to write for my Songbird series, so it's set before the events of its first part.

This is still very under development so please bear with me...🫣

Siren Song: (name changed to Songbird's Crescendo) Buggy x F!Reader Summary: It has only been a week since you were freed and your new captain manages to get you kidnapped once more...but you had not expected to step right into the middle of a circus.

It had been a week since you were rescued by Luffy, Zoro, and Nami. Just a week since escaping that cave full of precious gems that gleamed in the dim torchlight like the blood that had been spilled in its depth had crystallized into the walls.

Just as week since Luffy had Gum-Gum Bazooka-ed and Zoro had cut through the guards chasing after you. A week since Luffy had allowed you onto his ship despite the warnings from Nami about taking you away from those who had owned your life.

Just a week and you still didn’t believe you had escaped. You had convinced yourself this escape was a dream. That when you closed your eyes at night you would wake up the next morning back in the dusty cave, chained up and sleeping huddled in a corner with others chained with you.

And in just a week's time of being with Luffy and his reluctant crew, you were being kidnapped all over again. Kidnapped, knocked out by red dust, and locked in a wooden box that had your vision narrowing and your heart beating painfully against your chest.

You could hardly hear Nami whisper shouting at Luffy as you struggled to breathe and find a way out of the box--no, prison you were in. Not as you began slamming yourself against the wood, which shook like it wasn’t held together very well.

Funky music filled your ears and flashing, multicolored lights hit your eyes as the box was pulled apart around you. As a juggling man flew in front of you on a tricycle, men and women flipped and swung through the air, others doing elaborate cartwheels and backflips. There was flames and sword swallowing and a woman twisting herself into knots while trying to juggle red balls with her feet.

A circus. You had been thrown into the middle of a very intricate, very flashy circus and you felt--at ease. Felt your breath even in your chest and your hands stopped shaking.

That is, until you spotted the audience. An audience who cheered and clapped but also cried. An audience who was being forced to cheer and clap and sit there. An audience who was chained.

All those breath-stealing and vision-blurring emotions sprung back to life with revenge. You made to rush for the audience--to free them, only for a strong arm to grab you. Zoro said something quick and sharp in your ear but you hardly heard him. You didn’t hear him.

The performances came to a freezing, fear-filled halt as a man came storming out onto stage. A man all done up in glittery clown makeup and an outfit to match. And despite your panic, his danger-filled eyes snagged your attention. Eyes that were a pretty shade of blue-green. A shade that remembered you of bits of sea glass.

Sea glass your dad had given you. Your dad who had taken you, kicking and screaming, away from your mom. Your dad, the captain of your ship and the first to be killed by that wicked king's underlings.

A damp cave, dim light, horrid pain, red gems, chains.

You fought and slipped your way out of Zoro’s grip and sprinted at the clown.

Was it a good idea to go for the figurehead of this circus? No. Definitely not.

Were you going to get yourself killed? Hell, yes. But you couldn’t think properly past the ringing in your ears. Not when you had set your sights on that clown as your target to channel all your anger into.

He looked very surprised, to say the least when he caught sight of you. So surprised you were actually able to get your hands on him and tackle the clown to the ground. His hat was knocked from his head as he landed back with a pained release of air.

You were quick to grab hold of his fur-lined beige coat and pull his face closer to your snarling face.

“Let them go.” You spat with every bit of venom you could muster up. The venom was halted by a funky, crackling laugh spilling from the clown's red-pained lips.

“Sweetcheeks, if you wanted to get on top of me, all you had to do was give me a pretty please.”

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gingernut1314 · 11 months ago

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Songbird Pt. 8

Buggy x F!Reader

Summary: You try on the costume Buggy and his seamster have created for your act. A costume you find Buggy needs a little bit of convincing to redesign.

Warnings: Smut (slight dom!reader and Buggy, slight sub!Reader and Buggy, top reader, p in v), fluff??

Word Count: 2.9K

A/N: Soooo I have semi-plotted out how this series is going to go and there is going to be at least 6 more parts. I have also been toying with the idea of writing a few prequel fics and maybe a few sequel fics cause I really am in love with Buggy and his Songbird and don't want to give them up just yet soooo we'll see. Let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy!!

Requested by: @srgtjamesbarnes

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“I’m not wearing this.” You said, staring at yourself in the three-way mirror. A three-way mirror that was the only way to fully take in the monstrosity that was the costume you wore.

The dress was all-consuming--like some cloud had physically manifested itself around your hips and legs. The only part of it you could possibly hope to like was the corset-like top, but even that was washed away by the white fathers after feathers that had been sewn into its fabric.

And by the gods the sheer amount of feathers sewn into the thing. Somehow Buggy’s seamster had collected enough feathers to cover such a massive outfit--collect enough to cover it and puff it up more than it originally had been, making you look like a giant, feather cover ball.

He had wanted to strap equally as feathery and white wings to your back but you had refused.

“Yes, you are.” Buggy’s voice sounded from behind you all too happily. You blinked his way in the mirror, the clown only smiling back at you. “It’s perfect.” You scoffed, collecting as much of the fabric as you could up in your arms, feathers tickling your nose, so that you could turn around and not trip.

“You’ve lost your mind if you think this is perfect.” You hissed, letting the fabric go in a dramatic fashion. The seamster who was standing just off to the side seemed to grow very, very uncomfortable at your blunt words. At your blunt denial of your captain's wishes.

You would act the loyal crew member until things such as this horrendous creation happened. Then, and only then, the act would drop. Buggy just brushed you off, seeming unbothered by your words.

“You’re right. It’s not perfect.” You gave a relieved huff through your nose, though the steamster seemed to grow only that much more uncomfortable. Because, if Buggy was agreeing with you, that this dress was not perfect, then that meant Buggy would have his head.

“Thank--”

“It’s flashy. Magnificat. Only the best for my show.” You narrowed your eyes dangerously at the man, whose smile never once seemed to falter. You couldn’t tell if he was messing with you or if he was dead serious…though that look in his green-blue eyes seemed all too serious for your liking. “This is what they wear at the finest operas.”

“I’m not an opera singer, Captain.” You hissed his title like an insult. “We aren’t at the opera. We are at the fucking circus!” Again he didn’t seem fazed by your outburst. No, he seemed to be enjoying it.

“I think you should put the wings on. You are a singing songbird after all.”

“I look like a prize-winning chicken ready for the chopping block.” You shot back quickly, trying to take a step forward only to practically trip over your skirts. You gave a roaring huff, collecting the feathery dress up in your arms once more to allow your legs free range to storm over to Buggy. To get close enough to him that your skirts swallowed his legs in its all-consuming mass.

You fixed your captain with a daggered glare only for him to lean into it. Lean down close enough that you thought he might kiss you right in front of the seamster, who was sweating profusely at this point. Leaned so close you almost forgot what you were fighting about.

“Prize-winning songbird, I think is what you meant to say.” And you were quickly reminded as to why you were arguing with him. Buggy gave that funky laugh of his at your annoyed reaction.

“What if we are attacked during my act? How the hell do you propose I’m supposed to fight in this? I can’t even walk, let alone run.” Buggy waved it off.

“You won’t have to fight. I’ll be there to make sure the show goes on without a hitch.” You blinked up at him. Blinked slowly and in that piercing manner you had learned to unnerve anyone under its gaze. And Buggy looked--like he wanted you to keep pushing him. Like he was arguing with you just so you would blink up at him in such a way.

You stabbed a pointed finger into his chest, pushing him the slightest bit back. Buggy moved despite the weak nature of your push.

“I. Will. Not. Wear. This.”

“But songbird, I love it. You’ll have to be more convincing.” You kept your face masked in your anger, pushing him back once more. He moved despite your push being the simplest of things.

“You know how convincing I can be, captain.” Excitement flashed in those green-blue eyes. An excitement that shimmered into that of a hungry need. This is what he had been getting under your skin for.

Oh you were going to grab him. Grab him and pin him to the floor and fuck him--

“Hum…” The voice of the seamster said, snapping you from your thoughts that were rather quickly spirling in a dirty manner downward. You’d almost completely forgotten about the man. Buggy seemed to have forgotten too because his eyes narrowed in anger. “Captian Buggy, I can--” You both snapped your heads to stare daggers the seamster's way.

“Get out!” Buggy shouted spurring the poor man into action.

“Yes, Captain. Sorry, Captain.” He rushed to say as he scurried towards the door. He fumbled with the handle, apologies continuing to fall from his lips before it swung open and he was rushing out. The door slammed shut behind him with one last apology, leaving his workroom in silence.

“Yeesh. The help these days.” You snapped your gaze back onto him, taking in the sharp angle of his stubble-covered jaw. The make-up he had applied this morning--make-up you were this close to convincing him to let you do for him. The hat he wore with pride. You gave him a push that was anything but gentle, gaining those green-blue eyes back on you.

“You’re being an asshole.” You shot.

“I thought we already agreed that’s exactly what I am,” Buggy said, leaning right back in, that amusement at your annoyance still shinning bright on his features. “I’m thinking it needs more feathers--and glitter. Yes, lots of glitter.”

“You’re not going to give it up, are you?”

“Nope,” Buggy said giving the p a nice pop, his grin turning all the more mischievous. You pretended to give in with a little sigh and a downturn of the head. You brought your hands up to mess with one of the buckles around his waist that kept his shirt together.

“Fine…” You sigh, sounding oh so crestfallen. Buggy paused before you, body tensing and breath freezing in his chest. You waited…

“…baby, are you upse--” And the bait had been taken. You grabbed him, his words melding into that of a sharp yelp as you manhandled him to the ground where your dress all but ate him. A dress that poofed up and tickled at your nose and mouth in an aggravating way.

You gave a huff in your frustration, shoved and pulling the dress away until the upper part of Buggy’s body was revealed, face pulled up in shock and arms splayed out to the side. His captain's hat had been knocked off in your rough handling of him, now missing amongst the void that was the endless ruffles and layers of your dress.

“I thought--I thought I was going to die in there.” He spoke dramatically like his life had truly been in danger. You rolled your eyes as you threw a leg over him to straddle his waist.

“It’s a hazard. Going to get someone hurt.” You said, reaching your hands down to try and grab for his belt, but found it just out of your reach thanks to the pile of feathers strapped to you. Another frustrated noise rumbled out of your throat. “I can’t even fuck you the way I want to fuck you in it.”

“Maybe you’re not trying hard enough,” Buggy said, that smirk of his returning.

That had not been the response you had wished for. You had not wished for a challenge. A challenge you now couldn’t back down from. You blinked narrowly down at him. Blinked in that slow, piercing manner of yours as you leaned down as far as the dress would allow, making the tips of Buggy’s ears turn red.

“Unbuckle your pants. Right now.” You all but hissed, one of those little whimpers spilling from Buggy’s lips.

“Yes, ma’am.” He breathed, hands detaching from their wrists and disappearing under your dress. You felt them reappear against your thighs, giving them tight little squeezes as he traveled downward. Touches that had you humming in liking and reaching down to trace his painted lips with your fingers.

His touches left you only so he could do as he was told, his buckle coming undone and his cock freed with a little breath of air. You felt a hand move along your inner thigh, causing goosebumps to form over your skin as a shiver ran up your spine. A shiver that turned burning when that hand came to rest on your pelvic bone, a finger sliding over the slit of your covered pussy. A finger that pressed just that much more firmly when passing over your clit.

A pathetic little whine escaped your lips as you grabbed at the orange-gold cravat around Buggy’s neck with a sharp pull. That smirk of his turned smug, loving his teasing of you.

“Buggy.” You warned. A warning that turned wobbly as his finger found you clit again. Found it and stayed, dealing it stuck delicious attention that burned through you. “You better be trying to find the best seam to use to tear my underwear off.”

“Songbird.” He purred lowly, his finger rubbing body buzzing circles around you clit. Your grip on his cravat tightened. “And ruin the pair I just bought you? I’m an asshole but I’m not that big of an asshole.” You gave a threatening frustrated sound, yanking Buggy’s face closer to you. That smugness never once leaving his face.

“I thought we agreed you were the biggest asshole.” Buggy chuckled as his green-blue eyes snagged on your lips.

“I think you’ve forgotten how to speak to your captain.” He said, stopping his teasing altogether. It was an absence that further grew your frustrations. “Say pretty please.”

“Please let me fuck you for being such a horrid asshole.”

“I’ve punished people for less, songbird.” He said, voice taking on an edge of danger. An edge that made your stomach twist in such a fun little way. “I said a pretty please.” You whined in your neediness.

“Pretty please.” Buggy finger started up its tortuous circling of your clit once more. “Pretty please let me fuck you, captain.”

“See. That wasn’t too hard, baby.”

“Captain--” You begged, needing to have him inside you. Needing to end the teasing and release the frustration that had built up inside you. Buggy chuckled wickedly again, his fingers moved away from your clit so that he could pull your underwear to the side, exposing your burning pussy to the chill air. You moaned his name lowly as he ran the tip of his cock through your dripping folds.

When Buggy’s cock found your entrance, you wasted no time as you sunk yourself down onto him. Sunk fast and sharp so he didn’t have a chance to tease you further, earning yourself a glorious little whimper from your captain.

The pace you set was fast and brutal, fucking your annoyances and frustrations about the dress weighing you down into your captain. A dress whose fabric slipped from the arm you had been holding it back with, crushing into Buggy like some white, feathery wave.

He gave a high-pitched curse as the fabric engulfed him once more. A curse that had you halting your pleasure-seeking movements as an uncontrollable laugh fell from your panting lips.

“Ar--are you okay?” You laughed, grabbing at the fabric to try and save him from suffocation. Those detached hands came around and slapped you on the ass, making you give a little squawking yelp.

“Keep going, baby.” He said, his voice muffled under your dress. “A little bit of frill isn’t going to kill me. You stopping is.” His hands gave your ass a tight squeeze that spurred you back into motion. Buggy’s moans and whines and strings of incoherent words loud enough to cut through the denseness of your dress, floating around in your ears like the sweetest kind of music.

That familiar build began to collect in your stomach, one that spread through your legs and made them shake from the need for release. You paused for little more than a second to reposition yourself, placing your hands behind you on Buggy’s thighs to give your legs a rest.

“Baby--” You panted, your hips coming down onto his own as he thrust up into you.

“F-fuck--yes, baby?”

“Touch my clit--please, please, please touch my clit.” You begged, the muscles in his thighs flexing against your palms as he moved under you.

“Yes--yes, yes, of course, songbird.” He said as one of his warm, gloved hands left your ass and came back around to give your clit the attention it cryingly begged for. A cry that was mimicked by your voice as you felt that lovely build in your stomach deepen. Deepen and spread through your body like wildfire.

Your heart beat frantically against your ribs in your absolute bliss. A beat that mixed and melded with that warm, happy feeling you had been unable to stomp back into its cage since your first date night with your captain. A warm feeling that only amplified how Buggy was making you feel, thrusting up into you, trying his hardest to keep up the pace you had set.

“F-fuck. Songbird, I’m gonna come.” Buggy panted, making you nod your head despite him being unable to see it, closing your eyes against the bliss he continued to pull from you.

“Come for me, captain--make me feel so good.” You panted back. His fingers keep making circles around your clit as he slammed his hips home, driving his cock deep within you as he spilled his hot come into you. The walls of your pussy fluttered around him as you drew closer to your own release, all but milking him for all he had.

“Oh gods--oh fuck, baby--” You whimpered out as lighting zapped through your nerves and sent you coming undone around Buggy’s slowly soften cock still inside you. The clown panted out your name lowly as you slumped over, letting yourself fall to the floor next to the clown, his cock slipping out of you in a way that sent a shiver up your spine.

Buggy’s hands were flying out from under your dress and shoving all the frills and feathers away from his face so that his green-blue eyes could look into yours. Eyes so beautiful and lust fogged they nearly stole the breath from your lungs.

You scooted closer to him only for something to poke you in the leg. Something you struggled to reach for and, when revealing with a little dramatic ta-da from you, had Buggy laughing that funky laugh of his at the sight.

It was his orange and blue tasseled hat, which you had been fully convinced had disappeared from this plane of existence through some portal hidden within the void strapped onto you.

“That fucking dress is going to end up eating someone and not giving them back.” Buggy laughed as you placed the hat beside him, resting your head in your hand so you could look down over his face. And such a face it was. One that had you waking up excited to see it’s grogginess in the morning. One you looked for throughout the day just to catch a glimpse.

“So have I convinced you of a redesign?” You asked, running gentle fingers over his cheek and temple and eyelid. Buggy rolled his eyes as he grabbed you around the waist so he could pull you closer to him.

“You are a master negotiator.” You rolled your own eyes as a high laugh cut from your throat.

“Just for you, baby.” You leaned down to claim Buggy’s painted lips against you. Painted lips that had that warm, fluttery feeling fill your chest once more. “Buggy,” You said, pulling away just enough to look into those green-blue eyes of his.

“Yes, songbird?” He asked, running his fingers over the skin of your arm, which you let rest on his chest, in slow circles.

“You know…I like being here. On this ship. With this crew. With you…” His eyes widened the slightest bit. Eyes that flashed with that new, warm look you had seen here and there flashed in them. A look that quickly was replaced by a million and one other feeling you could hardly keep up with. “I just--I wanted to let you know that.” Buggy smiled. A soft little smile as he pulled you back in to kiss your lips just as softly.

“I like you here too. On my ship. With my crew…with me.” You giggled like you were a teenager again and kissed his cheek.

“Good. Now. Let's talk about this beast of a dress.” Buggy sighed dramatically, letting his head flop onto the floor.

“Fine. But we’re keeping the color. I like you in white.”

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Songbird Pt. 4

Buggy x F!Reader

Summary: Buggy and you have successfully escaped Alrong Park and the Marines, but you can't help the anxiety that has welled in your chest. An anxiety brought on by Buggy and his quietness. A strange and unusual quietness that had a million and one thoughts running through your head. So when you finally make it onto his ship and he leaves you to fend for yourself with his freaks, you can't help but think those thoughts might be true. That Buggy might have grown bored of you.

Tags: Angst, fluff?, Smut (p in v, slight misuse of devil fruit powers)

Word Count: 5.7K

A/N: Guys...please forgive me for my long-windedness/word count. I really can't help it. But it's not fully my fault because these two have more nerves than I know how to deal with. Anyywayy, thank you for reading and I hope you guys enjoy it!!!! 🩷

...Also do I plan on this having at least 2 more parts...yes. Definitely.

Requested by: @srgtjamesbarnes (🩷)

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The boat ride to find Buggy’s ship had been quiet. A quiet that was very, very unlike the clown. A quiet you tried to break a few times here and there, but whenever you would finally get his attention he would look at you with such…anxiety it had you pausing. Had a bubble of anxiety welling within your own chest.

So you left Buggy to be look-out as you rustled through your bag, grabbing out your make-up and fixing the damage those fish-man had done to it. As you worked, you began to hum. A hum that turned into soft lyrics of a song you had been toying around with for a few days now.

It was one of longing. Of a restless need to be around someone so much it was maddening. One of freedom and the sea and two people who could do nothing against that need. But it was one you never could quite figure out the ending to.

An ending…maybe that’s what you had done when you fucked Buggy behind that boulder. Maybe you had ended whatever attraction he had had towards you. Maybe he had gotten what he had wanted from you and your continued burning need to be around him was misled--vastly misled. Did he even want you on his crew?

All these thoughts and feelings turned your song bitter--sharp.

“My crew is going to think I have a siren with me.” Buggy’s voice suddenly spoke from before you. You cut your song quickly, looking away from your small hand-held mirror for a split second to look him over. To find him lending against the railing, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you right back with those intense green-blue eyes of his.

“Siren…has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? Maybe my act should be Buggy’s Siren. Dress me up as big fish.” You said, averting your eyes away from the man who was already drawing out such burning desires from within you. And he did it so simply. So…nonchalantly it rustled up a frustration from your chest you couldn’t help.

“You’re ship is in sight I take it?” You asked, brushing the last bit of mascara onto your upper lash.

When he didn’t answer, you closed your mirror with a sharp snap, blinking his way again. Blinking in a slow, piercing manner. In a way you had always used to intimidate and unsettle.

And hell if Buggy didn’t look intimidated and unsettled. And hell if you didn’t want to grab him and pin him to the splintering deck of this small ship and fuck him while he looked just the slightest bit scared of you.

But that anxiety and unsureness filled his green-blue eyes again. An anxiety and unsureness that, in turn, all but squashed your hard glare. Made you feel unsure of yourself all over again. Had you’re chest welling with that same anxiety. Anxiety you absolutely hated feeling.

“Why do you keep--” You were cut off by a massive ship moving up alongside yours. Its wood a darkish maroon in color with red and white stripes painted along the front of it. The sounds of commanding shouts and rushing around floated down to you from the crew aboard.

A ship you easily could tell was Buggys, not only from the paint job, but by looking at the flag with his clown skull and crossbones Jolly Roger stitched onto it.

Buggy marched off to drop the anchor of your ship as you put away all your things. He came back around to flash you that overly confident grin of his.

“Show time.” And as if on some dramatic queue, a rope ladder came tumbling down the side of the ship's hull. Buggy gave you his signature clicking wink before climbing up the ladder. You watched him climb for a moment, your own nerves and anxiety fluttering around in your chest uselessly.

It had been a long time since you had been on a real pirate crew. One that was bloodthirsty and ruthless and chaotic. The Straw Hats were almost the complete opposite of all that. Chaotic, yes, but they believed in mercy. In helping people rather than taking them for all they had. They didn’t actively enjoy causing pain and suffering.

Buggy’s crew would be vastly different and it help that you had been one of the people to beat their asses only a few weeks ago. Wouldn’t help that you had been a part of the crew that had kept their captain’s head hostage.

And Buggy’s quietness--that anxiety in his eyes--did nothing to help any of these facts. It only made them all that much worse.

You threw your bag over your shoulder, Buggy disappearing over the railing, before following after him. As you climbed, you overheard the joyous greeting Buggy received from his crew only for the clown to start shouting at them for being complete idiots.

You had just swung your legs over the railing, landing on the balls of your feet, when he had demanded his hat back. A hat you found in the hands of the green-haired man who’d had such a burning hatred for Zoro. A man whose eyes narrowed upon seeing you.

You sharpened your gaze right back, scanning over the crowd of circus-themed pirates, finding a few you had fought back when they had captured you. A few looked outright scared of you while others wore icy glares.

One of them, a polar bear hat-wearing man, looked a little frightened at your appearance. You didn’t blame him, having terrorized him the most out of all his other crew mates. He backed up the slightest bit into a large shadow that loomed over him. A shadow, upon closer look, you found to be a lion. A lion that looked very pissed off at you. Looked at you like you might be his next meal.

“Captian Buggy, what is she doing here?” The green-haired man asked with a hiss in your direction. Buggy turned his green-blue eyes on you and gestured you over with a gloved hand.

“Y/N has decided to join this merry band of freaks.” He said as you almost intsntaly made your way over to his side, hardly letting up your tough exterior.

Weakness was always snuffed out on ships like this. You’d seen it first hand--had snuffed it out yourself a handful of times.

“I decided to add a new act to my show.” Buggy widened his stance, throwing his hands up in an arching motion as if showing off some sign. “Buggy’s Magnificent Songbird!” He paused for a moment as if waiting for something. Something he snapped his sharp eyes back onto his crew for.

“Applause?” And his crew instantly began clapping, a few shooting you sharp looks before you started clapping alongside them. “Gods--I leave for a few weeks and everything goes to hell.” He hissed, before waving his hand in a sharp cutting motion which was everyone's queue to stop.

“Please make her comfortable--feed her, give her the grand tour, maybe get her something else to wear.” Something else to wear? Your clothes were fine. You almost snapped this his way but bit your tongue.

This was not Luffy’s crew. You couldn’t just smack talk your captain--especially in front of the entirety of his crew.

“Don’t disturb me for any reason.” He snapped, his crew giving a round of understanding. Those green-blue eyes found your face again, looking it over like he might say something and you stood there, ready to hear his voice, foll--but he turned on his heel and marched off into the inner workings of his ship.

Was he just going to ignore you? Ignore you when you had just joined his crew?

He was done with you. Your brain mused. A dark musing you refused to humor. You weren’t done with him. Wouldn’t be done with him until he told you with his own words he was bored of you.

“You a spy?” A gruff voice belonging to a very large, buff man asked from the gathered crowd of pirates. Every last gathered pirate watched you, waiting for an answer with guarded and hate-filled features.

“You were a part of that kid's crew. Punched me right in the face--my face.” The polar bear hat-wearing man hissed, seeming overly upset about the whole thing. His lion gave a low growl, seeming just as upset. You tried to not show fear at the massive beast behind him, to just bat your lashes at it as if it was just a oversized house cat.

“You worked with Roronoa Zoro--a pirate hunter. How do you expect us to trust you?” The green-haired man said, arms crossed over his chest. A chorus of agreements and little mean stabs directed at you filled the air. You looked over every last face assembled before you slowly--marked each and every last one of them.

You blinked once, twice, three times…

“Shall I tell our dear Captian I found most of you running away from that fight? That, had I not beat your asses, you would have left him?” A few faces paled, eyes going wide. The only one who seemed to keep their near pissed-off demeanor was that green-haired, scarf-wearing pirate.

“And while you were all sitting on your asses, I was the one to free his body from Alrong and his fucking fish people. Humm…I wonder where you all were? Hiding? Not giving one shit about your Captain?”

“You made your point.” The bear-hat-wearing man spoke, his hand having found its way into his lion’s pink-dyed mane as if seeking comfort. The green-haired man continued to stare daggers your way, his mouth opening, and the first few syllables of whatever else he had to say spilling from his mouth before he was cut off.

“Enough Cabaji.” The lion’s master snapped. You quickly came to the realization that this pathetic man, who you had knocked out after two punches to the face, must be a high-ranking member of Buggy’s crew. Must have some power over the rest of the crew because every last one of them seemed to back down. To avert their eyes from you as if the warning had been directed at them.

“Now--you. Go get her something to eat and find a place for her to stay.” He commanded, pointing to a spindly woman who gave a little squawk at the sudden attention.

“Y-Yes, sir.” She said, hopping forward to greet you. You looked her over, finding she wore a red, black, and sparkly two-piece outfit that seemed to be loose enough to give her free range of her body. Found her make-up was just as equally sparkly. “Follow me.” She said and you did, continuing to hold Cabaji’s sharp glare as you passed him.

The woman showed you around the ship, which was called the Big Top. She told you of how things worked here and told you of her own act, that of a juggling contortionist--though she confided in you that she had yet to learn the juggling part, her face as red as her outfit.

She found you a new outfit which was very tight, very showy, and very sparkly. You wanted to refuse it but knew it probably was for the best, changing into it as she set up a space for you in the women's quarters. There were only seven women on Buggy’s crew you found out, you bringing the number up to a stunning eight.

It was honestly more then you had expected, seeing as most pirate crews had only one woman, if none at all

After that, she gave you a plate of food from the kitchen, which seemed to have just been made. It consisted of rice, fish, and some sort of brown sauce you were told was not gravy. It was a far cry from Sanji’s cooking, but you had lived off this sort of food for most of your life--Sanji had spoiled you in that manner.

Seeing as you had just eaten about an hour ago, you were not hungry, but you knew in an instant who would be. Who probably hadn’t bothered to feed himself despite his hunger.

You had all but had to beat the information of where Buggy’s quarters were out of the very skittish woman before you could make your way there, your outfit itching at the skin under your armpit.

You couldn’t help the nerves that fluttered into your chest as you stood before his door. You wondered for a moment if he truly was bored of you now. Bored now that you had fucked him and he was back to his former glory. If he was…uninterested in you now.

Shoving all your thoughts down, you pushed through his door, finding it was stupidly unlocked. His room was dimly lit by the one oil lamp on his vanity, which was cluttered with tins full of grease paint and make-up brushes that looked like they had seen better days.

The rest of his room, from what you could see not showered in shadow, was just as equally cluttered. Clothes and shoes were thrown to the ground in a way that showed he had no real care for the space. A space that was very, very circus-themed to the point it almost hurt your eyes.

“I will fucking kill--” Buggy’s voice, dangerous and pissed, started, but cut shortly when he spotted it was you.

You found he had been laying over top of his red-sheet-covered bed, which didn’t look like it had been made in days. Found he was in nothing but a pair of dark boxers, his clothes thrown to the ground. He had even thrown his banana off, allowing his blue, bed-mused hair, which ended just around his ears, to flow free. You also found he still wore that smudged face paint, which had only grown more messed up thanks to the little dip you both had taken earlier that day.

And you found you couldn’t look over his body enough. Couldn’t stop the heat that began to pool within your body once more.

“Out.” He commanded, his voice faltering in such a small manner many might not have caught.

“No.” You challenged, shutting the door before you made your way through the clutter-filled room.

“Excuse me?” He challenged right back, sitting fully up now as if he planned on throttling you. You may know not to challenge and butt-heads with him in front of his crew, but you knew you would continue to do it in private like this. Not when you loved teasing the man so much. “I’m your--”

“Captian,” You said, dropping your voice to that of a sultry tone. One that left Buggy’s mouth hanging open like he forgot what he was saying. “I only wanted to bring you something to eat--because I’m so grateful for you allowing me to work under you--under such a strong, feared pirate captain.” You said, coming to a stop next to his bed.

Green-blue eyes stayed glued to you. Eyes that scanned over your body, all but eating it up. You couldn’t help the little smirk that pulled to the corner of your mouth--he was still very interested, but he was fighting it for some unknown reason. Some reason you were sure as hell going to figure out.

You gave a little twirl, moving in slow, rounding motions that put every little detail of your body on display for him--every little detail you used to taunt and bait the man.

“You like it?” You asked, facing him once more. He nodded, words seeming to fail in that moment. Words that never, ever seemed to fail him, no matter how stupid or annoying they were. “It’s just a little tight here.” You said, tugging lightly at the fabric around your breasts. “Might have to take it off.”

“Take it off.” Buggy's voice came out rough and commanding and dangerous and it made your pussy throb all so painfully. Had an uncontrollable whine escape your throat as you nodded.

“Yes, sir.” You lulled, placing the plate of food down on the bedside table. Buggy watched you intensely as you pulled your arms from the long sleeves, and as you pulled the fabric down, your breasts all but popping out, thankful to be rid of the itchy and tight fabric. Their appearance had Buggy’s fists clenching, a small sound escaping his own throat.

“Slower.” He commanded and you obeyed, slowing your actions as you shimmied out of the extravagant outfit. You kicked it to the side, adding it to the clutter of clothes on his floor. Now fully bare to him, having opted out of any sort of underwear while changing, you did yet another little twirl.

“It was so itchy.” You said, facing him again. “I think this is much better.”

“Fuck,” Buggy said lowly on a breath. “Songbird--”

“Captian Buggy…” Another little breathy curse left his lips. “What’s your next order?”

“Come here.” He said, voice sounding as if he was struggling to even form words. You climbed into his bed without a second thought, Buggy watching your body move with a lick of his lips.

You reached a hand out, touching his arm as if testing the waters--to see if you could touch him. He had been so aloof during the journey here, but his eyes glanced to your fingers for a moment before returning to your body--to your face as you swung a leg over his lap to straddle him.

His calloused and scared hands ran over your thighs, giving your flesh tight little squeezes as he moved them slowly upwards. His touch sent your body buzzing in a way that was crazy. In a way you’d never experience with any other person.

As you allowed him to touch you, you took notice of the bruises covering his skin. Bruises that came in varying sizes and colors.

You remembered darkly back to both your time on the Merry. Remembered catching him flinching and hissing in pain at being used as someone's fucked-up punching bag. Leaning down, you pressed a feather-light kiss to a bruise on his collarbone, your hands roaming around his sides to rest on his back as if to hold him. Buggy took a shuddery breath, his own lips kissing at your shoulder.

“I should have kept one of those bastards.” You murmured against his skin as you moved on to the next bruise, giving it the same treatment. “Given them to you as a present.” Buggy gave that little funky laugh of his, squeezing your hips tightly.

“Finding them dead around your feet was good enough for me, songbird. Was so fucking hot.” He said, tugging on your hips to try and get you to sit yourself fully on his lap. You allowed it, his erection, which tented his black boxers, now between your thighs seeming so ready for your attention. You kissed another bruise on his chest, which was covered in a dusting of blue hair.

And despite wanting to fuck him into oblivion, your brain dragged up how he had looked on the journey here. How he had been so anxious and nervous. So much so he hadn’t talked to you except to point his ship out. So much so it made your own thoughts an anxious mess.

He only wants your body. Your brain sang in such a horrible, mocking way. You knew thats all he wanted. Knew you two were just fuck buddies…but then you thought of the way you wanted to be around him. Thought about the conversations you’d had with him. You had told him about your enslavement and he--he had told you nothing. You knew nothing about his past.

Just fuck buddies and you knew that…but you couldn’t help how he made you feel every time he graces your presence. How he, despite bing a pain, made you laugh.

“Captian?” A little moan rumbled through his chest, his teeth giving your shoulder a little bite.

“Songbird?” He questioned back, you kissing yet another bruise. An older one you could tell from its browning color.

You let your fingers draw lazy circles along his spine. A movement you used to prolong your own asking of that questions which bugged you to no end.

Anxious. You couldn’t get past that anxiety that was boiling in your chest. An anxiety you had been fighting off and learning to live with your whole life. An anxiety this fucking idiot clown was bringing out of you.

“Do you want me here?” You all but whispered, not pulling your face away from where you rested it on his chest. He was quiet for a moment. A moment that only made your stupid anxiety rise sharply in your chest.

“What?” He asked, sounding utterly confused. A hand moved from your hip only to grab your chin in a surprisingly gentle grip, forcing you to look at him. His green-blue eyes looked over your face, brows furrowed and that same nervousness you had been seeing laying just below his confused features. “I asked you here.”

“Yes…but asking and meaning are two different things. And on the way here--I just felt maybe I had overstepped. That you…” You bit your lips.

This was just a fuck buddy situation. You reminded yourself yet again. You two had no real commitment to the other. So airing your feelings to him--Buggy who was now your Captain--was a weak and pathetic move. A really, really stupid move. Weakness was snuffed out on pirate ships and connections were far and few apart between.

“That I what?” He asked and you found yourself shaking your head like you were suddenly shy. Slight annoyance at your refusal to talk had Buggy’s grip on your chin tightening in a way you absolutely loved. His hand which still remains on your hip did the same thing, sharply pulling your body closer to his. Bringing his hard cock flush against your pussy, which had no interest in your anxiety-filled conversation.

“I can make you walk the plank if that would motivate you to tell to me more.” He threatened in that low, deep tone of his. Fuck--you almost forgot about your stupid thoughts and continued what you had started. You rolled your eyes at him in some show of dominance.

“You’re such an asshole.” You grumbled, only making that grip tighten the slightest bit further.

“Ah, ah, ah. Is that any way to talk to your captain?” He said in that deep tone, pulling your face closer to his.

Your pussy hated you in that moment. In that moment when Buggy was looking so dangerously attractive and all it wanted was for his attention. “Now, do I have to command you to tell me?”

“I thought maybe…” You breathed, trying to settle your racing heart. “maybe you weren’t interested in me anymore. That you had gotten everything you had wanted from me.” Buggy’s grip loosened and that nervousness he had been wearing, even in all his dangerous glory, switched to something like--relief.

“You’re joking?” You narrowed your eyes down at him before yanking your face from his loosened grip.

“No, I’m not--” You started to snap, but Bugy’s funky little laugh cut you off.

“Who wouldn’t be interested in you? Fucking--look at you! You’re…” He took a deep swallow, eyes scanning over your face. “You’re gorgeous.” He said fighting against his words like he might be saying too much.

Gorgeous? It was--not what you had expected him to say. At all. You had expected him to say sexy or hot and say you had amazing tits, but gorgeous?

“W-What?” You said dumbly making him shake his head a little like he was amazed at your lack of knowing.

“My crew--we’re a bunch of rejects. People no one cares enough about and throws away. But you--people care about you. That kid and his doofus crew care about you. Hell--that hot-shot pirate hunter was drooling like some fucking lap dog every time you walk by or gave him an ounce of attention. You don’t belong here.” You stared narrowly down at him.

“So…just to make sure I’m hearing you right. I’m too--social to be on your crew. Too Normal?” He gave a sigh, that anxiety wreaking havoc on his typical flashy confidence. A confidence you gathered was just an act. An act he took and lived in for as long as he could keep it up.

“You’re young and have your whole life ahead of you. You have dreams--ambitions. My dream is old and shared with every last pirate sailing the seas. I’m scared--” His words died in his throat, the sound that spilled from his throat like some frog had been killed in his room.

Scared. He was scared--of what?

Normal pirates didn’t share emotions. Kept them buried deep and behind iron fortresses. Pirate Captains never showed an ounce of feeling so that they would come off as fearless--demon-like.

Buggy had almost let that facade slip and you loved it. Wanted to drag every last little feeling and fear he had from him.

“Scared of what?” You pressed. Buggy’s eyes hardened as those walls began to rebuild, but you were quick to smash them back down. Quick you pull yourself closer, rubbing your arching pussy against his cock to get him just flustered enough to forget about those walls. His lips parted on a huffed breath at the sudden movement. “Remember what you said, Captain, communication is key.”

“Fuck--Songbird…” He grabbed two fistfuls of your ass, all but helping you grind on him. A grind you stopped suddenly, making a small whimper-like noise leave his lips. Holy shit--it was probably the hottest noise you had heard him make. Maybe even hotter then that danger that lined his voice.

“Captian--I’m all yours. I’m your loyal servant, your weapon to wield, your body to use, and…” You leaned down closer, his eyes blown out and mouth parted, watching your every move.

“You can talk to me. Say anything and it will die with me because I believe being here, on your crew and with you, will lead to great things. Things that will allow me to be free.” You said lowly so that he would be the only one to hear. You watched as his adam’s apple bob on another swallow.

“I don’t want you to hate it here and then leave…leave me.” He gruffed the last part out lowly.

Leave him. Not just his crew, but him. It had your stomach flipping and flopping around like some beached fish.

“But I know you will.” You narrowed your eyes but quickly remembered you had told him you would be taking down the king who had enslaved you.

“I’m staying and I won’t leave. Not fully. Not forever. You are my Captian now and my loyalty is something I take very seriously.” You said, his breath all but hitching in the back of his throat. You peered into his eyes, finding something like unbelieving living in them. “I’ll prove it to you. Everyday.” You said, brushing your lips against his. “Now…what’s your next order?” He gave your ass a nice squeeze.

“How about you help me take these boxers off?” You nodded, kissing his jaw and throat. As you continued downward, you left a trail of wet, sloppy kisses on his skin. Kisses that had Buggy making those small little moany sounds you wanted to draw out of him more and more.

When you got to the edge of his boxers, his cock straining against the fabric and brushing against your throat, you turned your gaze back up onto him. Found all that anxiety and nerves which had filled his green-blue eyes replaced by nothing but foggy-lust.

“These?” You questioned, hooking your fingers in the elastic band only to let it go with a sharp snap. His body gave a jerk.

“Songbird--” He all but warned, making your pussy clench.

“Sorry, Captain…All I want to do is please you.” You said, pulling his boxers down slowly. Pulled them down until his cock was springing free and you were tossing them off the bed. You smiled as you turned your gaze back to his cock, which twitched for attention. A gaze you snapped back up to find Buggy watching you, near panting.

You leaned down and gave his pre-come dripping head a kiss, never once daring to break eye contact with Buggy, who gave another one of those little moans you loved to hear. You liked it so much you ran your tongue over the small slit there, licking away the droplet of liquid there just to hear it again.

“Orders?” You said, voice honey-thick, before licking the full length of his cock.

“Fuck, baby--come here.” He said, hardly waiting for you to move before he grabbed your face up and claiming your lips against his. Regardless of it only having been a day since kissing him last, you missed his lips. Missed how his stubble scratched at your skin. Missed the softness of his lips. Missed how all-consuming his kiss was--how fiery.

You began to grind yourself against Buggy’s cock, trying to give your begging pussy any sort of friction and relief. Buggy moaned against your lips as he slid his hands from your face and down your neck.

He gave your breasts a tight squeeze, running his thumbs over your pebbled nipples. It sent pleasure shooting fast through your body before his hands found their home back on your hips.

“Songbird--I have to be back in you. Fuck--please let me be inside you.” You gave a moan of your own at his near beg, nodding against his lips.

“Yes. Please, please, please.” You begged right back, moving your own hand down his chest and over his toned abdomen to take hold of his cock. You ran his head through your dripping folds before sinking slowly down onto his cock.

Buggy pulled away from your lips to watch you descend downward, splitting you open in such a wonderful way. Watched and cursed on a moany breath as you took him into you inch by glorious inch. You kissed his temple, his cheek, and his jaw before resting your head against his shoulder, which flexed against his tight hold on your hips.

It was much easier to take his cock than it had been back on that beach. Your pussy formed around him near perfectly as if it remembered every little dip and vein it possessed.

Sitting flush on Buggy’s lap, all but skewered on his dick, he kissed your neck right over the sensitive area he had all but dug his teeth into earlier.

“So good--feel so fucking good around me, songbird.” He mumbled into your neck, his teeth grazing over your neck in a way that drove you crazy.

“I-I dreamed of this too--of you inside me.” You mumbled right back biting at his shoulder as he gave yet another one of those little moans. “Make me feel so good, Captain.” You said, beginning to move your hips upwards. “So fucking good.” You sunk back down and started up a slow and steady pace, pulling moan after moan from Buggy’s lips. Moans you couldn’t help but meet as tingling pleasure moved through your pussy and up into your whole body.

Buggy moved his hand from your hip so that he could grab your face and all but devoured your lips once more. A kiss that demanded entrance to your mouth, which your hunger allowed. Your tongues moved together in a wicked dance that had your brain spinning.

His hand moved away from your jaw and found its way to where the two of you were joined together--where you were moving yourself up and down on his wonderful, wonderful cock.

His fingers easily found your clit and began to rub slow, torturous circles over it. Such a touch that had your hips moving closer to it, almost faltering in your pace.

Your legs began to shake from the effort of dealing out such pleasure for both you and Buggy. Shake and slow in a way that nearly brought tears to your eyes.

“Getting tired?” He panted against your mouth, never pulling his fingers from your clit. You nodded on a small whimper. “Want me to take over, baby?” No sooner had you nodded than had Buggy flipped you onto your back, making your body bounce slightly against the bed. Buggy stood on his knees as he spread your legs as far as they went, green-blue eyes watching as he began to thrust down into you.

You watched as one of his hands detached from his wrist, which still spread your leg wide, and floated back between your legs. Watched as it started back up the circling of your clit, sending sparks shooting through your body.

Buggy’s thrusts gradually became quicker and quicker. Became ruthless in just the way you wanted.

You reached your hand down to place it on top of Buggy's detached one, helping him move his fingers faster against your clit so that it drew you closer and closer to your finish. A finish that grew closer and closer, building up deep within you.

“I’m gonna--Captian, I’m gonna come.” You moaned, eyes fogging over in a pleasured daze.

“Come for me, songbird. Fuck--let me feel you come around my cock.” He said, hand running over your leg in a way that sent your skin on fire. “Come, baby.”

“Yes, sir. Yes, sir.” You whined out, feeling your pussy clench around his cock in twitching spurs as your finish flooded through you. You shut your eyes tight on a low moan, Buggy’s thrusts become that much quicker and uneven before he slammed his hips flush against yours, his hot come rushing into you. He moaned out your name as he did. Moaned your name on that little breath you loved hearing.

You reached for him, grabbing hold of his arm to yank him down over top of you. His lips found yours again in a lazy kiss as his hand reattached to his wrist.

“Thank you for that warm welcome, Captain.” You said, tangling your fingers into his long, blue hair to keep him close to you. Buggy gave that funky laugh of his, his lips finding your neck again.

“I do pride myself on my warm welcomes.”

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Songbird Pt. 3

Buggy x F!Reader

Summary: You had been waiting for Buggy to get his body for days now, but now that the moment presents itself, you find you don't want to let him go. Because despite both of your dirty murmurings and promises in the dark, you knew he was going to leave as soon as his head was reattached to his neck and you would be left behind. Left to wonder what exactly could have been if you chased after him.

Tags: Angst, smut (hand job, semi-public, p in v, standing, from behind, hand over mouth, caught)

Word Count: 4.3K

A/N: So this got a little long so I decided to break it up into 2 parts...sooo expect 1 more part after this lol. Sorry, I go waaaayy overboard sometimes. I just can't help it 😂. I hope you all enjoy!!

Requested by: @srgtjamesbarnes (thank you again for requesting! ❤️❤️)

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Gods you hated these pirate fishmen. Hated that nothing seemed to be able to penetrate their stupidly strong skin and hated that they were getting the best of you. And you absolutely hated that they had tried to drown you in their stupid pool, making your hair a sopping wet mess and the make-up you had spent nearly hours applying run.

You’d ended up getting away thanks to the soft gills the fishmen drowning you had on his neck. Gills that were the perfect size to shove your dagger into and cut into the sensitive flesh there.

“What the hell are you doing? Trying to kill me!” Buggy’s muffled voice shouted from within the satchel bag strapped around your shoulder as you pulled yourself from the pool.

“Fuck you! I almost drowned!” You shouted back. “And now my make-up is ruined!” You said on a little whimper before scanning the area for any immediate threats. There were none.

“Oh boo-hoo! Mine is too! And you have this special ability where you can USE YOUR HANDS to help you not DROWN!” You gave a dramatic huff as you pulled yourself to your feet, wiping your fingers under your eyes to try and get rid of the mascara that you knew was streaming down your face. “Get me back to my body! We’re close. I can feel my toes.”

You had spotted Buggy’s body upon entering Arlong Park. Had purposely been avoiding going near it for this exact reason. To avoid Buggy’s escape.

“No.” Buggy gave a dramatically frustrated sound as you made your way over to Zoro and Sanji, who had just gotten done killing off a couple more of the enemy.

“I saw you get pulled into the water. Are you alright?” Zoro asked as you came up to the two men.

“Yes--” You started but Buggy cut you off.

“Oh, I’m so sad! I got a little wet and now I’m not camera ready. Oh boo-hoo-hoo. I’m going to go cry about it to my fucking whipped-to-hell boyfriend.” Buggy said, his voice just the tiniest bit higher as to try and mock you. Zoro blinked unamused down at the satchel bag while Sanji narrowed his eyebrows in a pissed-off manner, looking almost personally pissed off at Buggy’s comment.

“How dare you--” Sanji started as if he was going to defend your honor, something you didn’t need him to do whatsoever. You shook your head, placing a hand on his shoulder to pull his attention away from the bag.

“It’s fine. He’s just throwing a temper tantrum because he wants his body back.” You huffed, taking your hand back and running it through your hair to keep it out of your face. “What’s the verdict on that?” Sanji looked back to Zoro who was already looking to him, a shrug on his shoulders.

“Songbird. Pretty boy. Shithead.” You rolled your eyes at Buggy’s continued talking. “Trust me. I can help you guys win this thing.”

“No one here trusts you,” Zoro deadpanned.

“Songbird sure does. Just the other night, she was--” You grabbed hold of his nose and mouth through the bag and pressed hard and blocking his airways with a hiss before he could continue.

“Was that you begging for my forgiveness? Again? Because if that’s not the case I think you could use another dip to wash off the rest of your tacky face paint.” You let go and heard him take a deep inhale of breath.

“Fuck, songbird. That was hot.” You huffed, rubbing your right eye. “So? Can I get my body back?” No. You wanted to say no. Because despite him being a humongous pain in the ass, you enjoyed his teasing. Enjoyed the late-night dinner talks. Enjoyed the late-night make-out sessions. Enjoyed him between your legs eating you out like it was his last meal on this earth even better.

And maybe this was all because you were horny as hell, but you couldn’t help not wanting to let your fuck buddy go just yet. Not when you wanted to keep talking to him, to keep teasing him, and having--fun. To keep what you had going--whatever the hell that was.

“I think you owe the lady an apology first,” Sanji said, making the clown groan.

“Fine. I’m sorry.” You huffed out your nose before opening the bag, red and white strips flashing up at you as he wiggled around trying to get out.

“I swear, clown. If you screw us over…” Zoro started as you gently scooped Buggy’s head out.

He was. You knew he was. He was going to get his body back and leave and you couldn’t help but feel a bit…disappointed.

You frowned deeply at Buggy as you met his green-blue eyes. He gave you a little clicking wink before his head went flying out of your hands and re-attached itself back onto his neck. You kept that frown as you watched him hop down and hug himself with a bellowing laugh, reveling in the feeling of having control over his body again.

You were happy for him…no more dirty satchel bag, no more getting left in random places, no more body getting used as a punching bag…no more shared hammocks.

Green-blue eyes locked onto yours, that smile of his flattering the slightest bit you might not have caught had you not been watching his face and taking in every little detail you could. If you hadn’t already memorized that face from days and nights spent with him by your side like you were some utter fool.

“Songbird--why such the long face, huh?” He said, hopping out of the wooden carnival game-like structure.

“It’s because of my make-up.” You sarcastically. Buggy gave a little laugh, making his way closer--almost prowling over to you like some flamboyant jungle cat. A prowl that made your body burn alive. Burning in a need to have him. “You going to help us?” You asked, knowing of what was to come clear in your voice. Knowing of the answer, which was a sharp no.

Buggy came to a stop before you, his eyes scanning over your body. A slow, lingering scan that only intensified the need burning within your body.

“I think we talked about what exactly would happen once I got my body back.” You kept your face calm, collected, and overall bored, giving nothing away of your turned-on nature. A nature Buggy was able to pick up on quickly.

“Oh? Cause I seem to remember you saying something about escaping and leaving us high and dry.” He gave a gruff little chuckle, taking another step closer to you. So close he could lean down to look you over more closely. Look you over with eyes that move from your own eyes to your lips and to your breast which your wet shirt clung to. Clung so tight that it, unfortunately for you, showed off the raised peaks of your nipples which had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the man before you.

“I seem to remember something else.” Buggy all but whispered, his gloved hand jutting out to take hold of your chin in a tight manner that felt all too good. That did nothing to help you with your flustered body--had you almost making a naughty little noise you had to bite down.

You’d imaged this moment so many times, in so many different ways. Imagined just how his hands would feel against your skin and how it would feel to have his body over top of yours.

You’d imaged it so many times it was hard not to think of anything else.

The ring of a sword filled your ears and soon Zoro’s blade was pressed against Buggy’s neck. “I would let go of her if I were you,” Zoro spoke dangerously. An equally as dangerous laugh fluttered out of the clown's lips.

“I guess my decision has been made for me,” Buggy said leaning in closer despite the blade pressing sharply to his neck. A blade you all knew would do nothing against him. A blade everyone standing around knew would do no real damage to the clown. “I’ll see you around, songbird.” And before Sanji could shove him away, Buggy was retreating back, middle fingers in the air directed the boy's way.

You hardly heard what he said. Couldn’t hear anything past the pounding in your ears. A pounding that followed the same beat as your throbbing pussy.

Fuck.

You blinked as you watched him rush away. Blinked as he gave you another little wink before disappearing around the bend. Blinked…

“Fuck that clown,” Zoro grumbled angrily.

“Yeah…yeah fuck him.” You said airly as you continued to look in the direction he had disappeared.

If you rushed after him now, you could catch up to him. If you went now, you could grab him and pin him against the back of that rock and fuck him just as you had wanted to fuck him ever since you had first met the man.

Sanji shot you a little concerned look you shooed away with a quick change of your face into that of a bright smile. “So…did we get all those fishy fucks or what?”

It didn’t take you all that long to finish off the last of the fishmen. It didn’t take too long until Luffy, Nami, and Usopp were rejoining you guys. Not long at all before the sunset and a grained celebration was taking place. One you couldn’t think properly enough at that moment to enjoy.

You just kept pacing and pacing and pacing by the open gate, watching the dark road as if something would come up it--someone. Maybe you would rush down it. Rush away and do--something.

All you knew was you felt--restless. Like you needed to move, to run, to do something other than stand around and celebrate.

“You have that look in your eyes.” A cheery voice spoke from next to you, making you nearly start at its sudden appearance. It was your captain, Luffy, who had spoken and he wore a grin on his face as he looked up at you.

“What look?” You narrowed your eyes in question.

“Like you figured something out. Like you need to go out there and grab it--whatever it is.” You blinked at him on a pause.

“I don’t--” You looked back down the path. A path you wanted to take away from here. “I don’t need anything. I’m just tired.”

“Oh, come on. I know you. I know what your dream is. Your dream isn’t to go to the Grand Line. It’s here. In the East Blue.” You shook your head, a huff on your lips, as you thought about what he was implying was your dream.

“My dream--it’s not a dream, Luffy. It’s revenge--”

“Sure, but you want to free people from that evil king. We didn’t end it like you dream of. So, go. Fulfill your dream.” You shook your head again.

“No. You saved my life. I can’t just up and leave--” He placed his hand on your shoulder, giving you a little shake as you blinked at him.

“You helped save Nami. You helped this island. You never owed me anything, but if fulfilling a debt is what’s keeping you here, consider it fulfilled.” You didn’t know what to say. What to think. He was--letting you go. He wanted you to go…to do what you “dreamed” of doing. “We’ll meet again. I know it.” He smiled brightly up at you.

You--nodded. And you nodded again, a smile coming to your lips.

“Thank you…for everything. You gave freed me. Gave me a second chance.” Luffy waved it off like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Go. Kick some ass.” You chuckled, turning back towards the road. It seemed so much--bigger now. So far. So open. So--unpredictable. But you loved the unpredictable, always had.

With a quick goodbye, secretly grabbing your bag from where you’d left it near Usopp, who was telling an over-exaggerated version of what had happened during the fight, you headed away from the celebrating townspeople and the Straw Hats. Luffy was right, you would see them again one day, but for now, you had work to do. Work you had dreamed of and plotted of ever since getting rescued from that shit hole.

The sea met you as you made it to the beach, passing the docked Going Merry and heading for where you had spotted some of Arlong’s smaller ships. And as you walked, ocean waves crashing at your feet, you began to hum. A hum that grew into soft lyrics you didn’t let get too loud in case there was any trouble.

Strong hands grabbed hold of you, one finding its way over your mouth to keep you from screaming out as they started trying to drag you behind a large boulder. You hardly thought as you punched your attacker in the balls, resulting in them giving a sharp shout and curse, letting you go.

You paused at the sound of that voice. It’d been hours--almost half a day since he’d run off. There was no way…You spun around quickly, finding the pirate clown clutching at his crown jewels and looking very much pained and shocked you had done such a thing.

“What’d you do that for!” He hushly hissed at you.

“What did--you can’t just grab people and expect them not to punch you in the dick!” You shouted at him exaggerated. Something like panic flashed in Buggy’s eyes as he grabbed your hand and pulled you further around the boulder, shushing you. “Don’t shush--” Buggy’s gloved hand came up and covered your mouth.

“Songbird, I love your voice but you gotta keep it down.” He whispered, his body pressing against yours to keep you pinned to the rough surface of the boulder. It was an action that had your stomach jutting around in excitement.

You narrowed your eyes in question up at him. “Marines--they got here a few minutes ago. Docked nearby.” He whispered. Marines? You hadn’t seen any single ship in the sea nearby. How had you missed them?

You watched as his green-blue eyes move from your face to look to the side, listening for any sort of Marine-type sounds. And, despite your life possibly being in danger, you couldn’t help your needy body. Couldn’t help getting all so horny again. Especially when he was pinning you like this--his body flush against yours and his hand pressing just tight enough over your mouth to keep any sound from spilling from your lips.

And you definitely couldn’t help your hands from moving along his stomach to pull him that much closer. To feel his strong body through his clothes. Green-blue eyes found yours again, looking at you like you had gone crazy.

“What are you doing?” He whispered on a near hiss, but it only grew your neediness. Only had you running your fingers down his sides, finding his belt. A blet your fingers moved along to get back to the front, tugging on them in a sharp movement that had Buggy gritting his teeth to keep from making a sound.

“Songbird…” He warned, his voice growing deeper and more dangerous. A voice that reverberated through your body. Fuck, it was a sound had wanted to hear direct at you like this for a long while.

Your fingers continued to mess with his belt, unlooping it slowly as if to give Buggy enough time to shoo you away. Enough time to push off you, but Buggy started, letting you unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, his breath growing heavier and heavier by the second.

Keeping your slow pace, you reached your hand into his pants, and as soon as your fingers wrapped his hardened cock, Buggy all but stumbled forward, a leg between your legs to try and keep himself from falling over. His thigh pressed against your pussy in a way that drove you crazy, and couldn’t help yourself as your hips began to move back and forth. Could help and trying to get any sort of traction to help please your needy body.

As you began to pump him nice and slow, his heavy breath became uneven and strained. A breath he panted in your ear as he rested his head against your cheek.

“Fuck, songbird.” He huffed in your ear. “So good--” The hand not pressed against your mouth wrapped around one of your breasts, giving it a nice, tight squeeze that had a small sound rumbling in your throat.

Gods you needed him. You needed him so bad it was a problem. Such a problem it slipped into your dreams, only ever adding to your restless neediness.

You used your other hand to pull his pants down just that much more so you could free his cock from its confines. A cock that you continued to pump even as you fumbled to unbutton your own pants.

On a breathy, quiet moan, Buggy helped you yank your own pants down as far as the both of you could reach before he flipped you around. He never once moved his hand from your mouth, keeping you from talking out. It was all so intoxicating.

Buggy kicked your legs as far apart as the pants now around your knees would allow before running the head of his dick through your dripping folds. You gave a whimpering moan against his hand, moving your hips to try and get more, more, more.

Buggy’s lips found your neck, kissing it as he sunk ever so slowly into you. It had been too long since you’d been fucked, so his slowness was much needed as your pussy made room for his cock. As he moved further within you, you took account of every sensetion his cock shot through you--took account of every bit of soft skin and vein that rubbed against your inner walls.

Once he was fully seated in you, hips flush against your ass, your pussy clenched around his cock as if it could keep him there.

“Fuck…” He cursed lowly against your neck, his stubble rubbing the sensitive skin there in a way that only added to the pleasure flowing through you. “Songbird, You feel just as good as you taste.” You gave another moan that was muffled by his hand. His other hand moved under your shirt to wrap around your breast once more, squeezing it just as tight.

“Gods, you know I dreamed about this? You know I couldn’t wait to get my body back just so I could get you all to myself like this. To be this deep within you--feel you’re sweet, sweet pussy around my cock.” He whispered lowly.

You wanted to tell him you dreamed of the same thing. Thought you were going to go crazy if you had to go another day without his cock in you, but that hand stayed put. Kept your head resting against his shoulder as he began to move slowly out of you in a frustrating manner.

He thrust back into you, sending shooting waves of pleasure through your body. Waves of pleasure that grew more and more intense as he thrust and thrust into you, his pace quick and merciless.

Gods and you couldn’t help the moans that were rumbling from your throat--moans you could make as loud as you want because they were so muffled against Buggy’s hand, an outside ear might have thought it was just the wind.

But an outside ear would never be able to mistake the slapping sounds of Buggy’s hips hitting your ass as he fucked you. Sounds made slick and wet from your all but drooling pussy and the sweat sliding along both of your skin. An outside ear could never mistake the little huffs and grunts Buggy made to keep from moaning himself as anything other then that.

You reached for his hand and moved it downward, telling him silently you needed him to touch your clit. To rub it in just the same way he had learned to do expertly with his tongue. The coarseness of his glove combined with the steady circling of your clit and ruthless fucking Buggy was dealing you, your finish was being to build and build within you.

“F-Fuck, songbird. I’m gonna come--feel so fucking good I’m gonna come.” You nodded and nodded again, using your free hand to hold on to his hip and try to tell him to keep going. To tell him to last just just a little bit longer--

The sound of boots marching over the sandy shore and the voices of more people than you could pinpoint and count had Buggy pausing. Had tears welling in your eyes at the absolute denial of your orgasm. Buggy cursed sharply in your ear, seeming as if he would pull away but you held him there as best you could. Moved your hips against his as best you could to try and get him to keep going.

“Song--” You shook your head, grabbing hold of his hand and interlocking your fingers with his to further keep him there. You were not going to be denied this much-needed fucking because of a bunch of stuck-up, white shirt wearing marine assholes. Buggy let out a shaking breath as he started up again. A pace that was so painfully slow but necessary if the two of you truly didn’t want to get caught.

That build began again, faster than the first thanks to your already worked-up nature. A build that grew and grew and grew until you were coming around his cock at nearly the same moment he was spilling into you, his grip on your hand and mouth as tight as steal as he fought not to make any noise.

Buggy slummed against you, his breath coming out just as shuddery and stunted as yours. He moved his hand off your mouth to help allow you to catch your help all that much more quick. You gave a hardly audible whimper of his name making the man bite your neck again in a way that had you closing your eyes the smallest bit in pleasure.

The voices continued to rush by, hardly seeming to lessen. Just how many Marines were storming this island? And why? Who had told them of pirates being active on it? Nami had told you and the rest of the Starw Hats there had been a crooked Marine who had been keeping all crimes under wraps.

Just as you were about to reluctantly pull away from Buggy, a soldier came around the corner, belt half undone as if he was going to piss back here.

All three of you froze, the marine’s face turning up into that of utter shock.

“Oh my gods! I’m so sor--wait a second. You’re Bu--” A detached arm came flying off of Buggy’s body and his hand wrapped around the Marine's throat, shoving him to the ground as he struggled to fight off the limb. His fight lessened and lessened and soon he was laying half-dead in the dirty mixed sand.

If you were being honest with yourself, watching Buggy choke out that Marine had been hot. So hot you almost begged him to fuck you again.

“Fuck.” You and Buggy both hissed as he pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty without his warmth in and on top of you. There was no time to complain, though. Not when you two had attacked a Marine.

You both were quick to pull your pants back up, hardly caring about cleaning up and rebuckling belts before you were taking hold of Buggy’s hand and running deeper into the forest that boarded the beach.

“Is your crew here?” You asked, looking back only for a split second to find him rolling his eyes.

“No.” He all but growled angrily. “They’re no doubt falling apart without me. Probably panicked and stayed away when they saw those Marine vessels sailing this way. I was waiting for my next escape route when you showed up.�� He said, taking a few seconds pause. “Wait--why are you down here?”

“Luffy’s letting me go.” You said on a huff as your lungs began to burn from the running. Running like this you hadn’t done much of. “There are a few ships just--”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Buggy pulled you to a stop, making you all but whip around to stare at him like he had gone crazy. Those Marines would notice one of their comrades missing very quickly if they hadn’t already. They would find him passed out and go on a witch hunt to find who attacked him and Buggy was making it very easy to be found. “You’re leaving? What about that stretchy kid you owe your life to?” You peered behind Buggy to make sure no one was coming up behind you guys.

“He wants me to “fulfill my dream”. Said I’d repaid him enough. So…” You gestured with your hand in the direction you had been trying to pull him in. “Let’s get going while the goings hot, yeah?” Buggy still kept you paused in your spot, watching you like he almost didn’t believe what you were saying.

“What’s your dream?” He asked on a breath. It was a question you hadn’t really thought or had been prepared for him to ask. Something that surprised you and had you almost forgetting about the Marines just past the forest brush.

“I’m going to kill that fucking king who kept me as a slave.”

“That’s some dream.” You shrugged, flashing him a smile.

“It’ll take time to time fully plan out, but you gotta start somewhere.” You moved closer to him, taking the smallest bit of time to rebuckle his belt. “Maybe, during that time, we could put on a show or two of Buggy’s Singing Songbird?” Buggy blinked down at you with those long lashes of his. Blinked like he really didn’t believe what you were saying now.

“Really?” You nodded up at him as something like excitement and maybe even nerves flooded his green-blue eyes.

“Really, but a show won’t happen if we’re caught and executed by Marines.” Buggy snapped out of whatever questiony mood he had been in and nodded.

“Let’s get the hell out of here then.”

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Songbird Pt. 2

Buggy x F!Reader

Summary: You've been frustrated. Very frustrated. A frustration Buggy has brought on and a frustration only Buggy can relieve you of. But, unfortunately, he is still without a body and you are left to get creative.

Tags: Smut (oral f. receiving), teasy flirting

Word Count: 3.3K

A/N: @srgtjamesbarnes soooo....this isn't want you commented but as I was writing what you said I got this idea so this is like a part 1.5. Part 3 is gonna be what you said buuuttt I wanted to write this really quickly 😂. Also, again, thank you so much for requesting! And thank you to everyone who read, commented, and reblogged part 1 and I hope everyone enjoys this part!!

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You were too fucking horny to deal with Buggy at the moment. Too horny to watch him as he shouted angrily up at Zoro who had just commented on the clown's lack of a body.

His green-blue eyes snapped to you in his anger. His red-smudged lips moved as he spoke--lips you wished to claim against yours again. Ones that had been kissing you drunk almost every night since that first initiating conversation. Lips that had been whispering all the naughty things he was going to do to you once he got his body back and driving you insanely needy.

Lips you couldn’t help but imagine sucking on your clit. You couldn’t help but imagine holding onto that blue hair, banana thrown half haphazardly to the ground as he did. Imagine his tongue--

“Y/N?” Zoro’s deep voice said, snapping you out of horny thoughts. You blinked at the swordsman, trying to quickly cool yourself down. Kept your eyes glued onto him so that you wouldn’t look Buggy’s way and get all flustered again. Zoro was watching you over with something like concern in his typically bored eyes. Eyes that scanned you from head to toe. “Are you alright?”

“Huh?” You said, feeling that tingling need begin to build in you again. “Yes. Yep. Perfect. Just--sunbathing.” You said gesturing to the sun that had moved westward, slowly beginning its descent to allow night in.

“Uh-huh. Only asking cause I was talking to you and you were--kinda just staring. Hell, even the clown tried to get your attention.”

“She was probably just thinking about--” Buggy hardly could even form a sentence before Zoro was whacking him over the head with the rag he had been using to polish the sword that had survived the famous Mihawk's attack. “OW! Watch it, fuck face!” You kept your eyes glued to Zoro, never glancing the clown's way. Not even peeking for a second--you refused to do so. Couldn’t do so if you wanted to keep focused.

“Sorry. I was just--” Your eyes moved as if they had a mind of their own, finding Buggy watching you with a smirk on his lips. A smirk that was almost too knowing--like he knew what you had been thinking about. You’re body heated thinking about all the things you wanted him to do to you.

You quickly snatched your eyes away from the clown again, shoving everything and any thought of him away. “What did you say?” You asked.

“I asked if you were okay to take over watching him?” You blinked once, twice--

“Is it my turn?” Zoro nodded.

“Yes, and I would like to be away from him now,” Zoro said as he stood. Oh shit--you didn’t think you could just…be alone with the clown at the moment. Not when you were as flustered as you were. A flusteredness you couldn’t seem to keep away.

“Are you sure it’s my turn? We all agreed it was Usopp’s turn to have him next.” Zoro shook his head as he resheathed his white-hilted sword.

“That was in the morning. Then it was Sanji’s turn, then Luffy’s, then mine, and now it’s yours.” He said, moving towards the door that would lead to the inner workings of the Merry. “You take him at night so you get him last. We can start to switch nights again if you’re getting sick of being around that red-nosed bastard.”

“HEY! Enough of the nose talk! It’s, quite frankly, overdone.” Buggy hissed, making your lower stomach clench. Fuck, it was hot when he was all pissy and gruff and overall dangerous--

“Y/N?” Zoro asked again, making you blink rapidly. “I lost you again--are you sure you're okay?” He asked, coming to a stop before the lawn chair you were sprawled over. You nodded, pulling yourself to your elbows so that you were sitting up.

“I’m okay. Just hot.” You said simply, but he continued to watch you with his bored gaze that held more concern in them than they typically did. A concern you needed none of in that moment. Not over the reason why you were spacing out.

“Then you should go inside. Can’t risk you getting heat stroke.” He said, turning back away from you. “And if you need to go back to switching nights--”

“I’ll let you know.” You huffed, flopping back down as Zoro made his way inside. Once the door shut, Buggy gave a dramatic groan.

“Gods, is that guy fucking in love with you or something?” He snapped.

“He’s not in love with me, you idiot. He’s a good friend.” Buggy gave a sharp laugh.

“If he’s just a good friend, then I’m your fuck buddy--oh wait--” You shot the clown a daggered glare that had that funky little laugh you enjoyed too much spilling from his lips. “That dumb-dazed kid couldn’t keep his eyes off you--though I can’t blame him when you're wearing such a skimpy little thing like that. Fuck, songbird, if I had my hands I’d rip that off of you right here and now.”

Too hot. It was all too hot out here. The slow, slow sinking sun doing nothing to help your horny and hot nature.

You had worn the smallest swim set you owned to mess with Buggy. To tease him and tempt him enough to get those lips back on yours. What you hadn’t taken into account was how hot and bothered you might get while that fucking clown was looking over your body like it was some goddamn map to the One Piece itself.

“Would you shut up?” You hissed, throwing yourself from your seat and all but marching over to him. That mischievous smirk remained on his lips regardless of the pissed-off mask you were throwing his way. Seemed to grow that much more, like he wanted to get you mad.

“Look at those things bounce.” He said gruffly, green-blue eyes hardly leaving the sight of your breasts. “Maybe tonight, songbird, you’ll let me suck--hey!” He shouted as you grabbed him up in a manner that was hardly gentle. “What are you--wait, wait, wait! Not the bag!” He begged as you swiped the bag up from the ground. “What’d I do, songbird? Talk to me! Communication is ke--” His voice became muffled as you shoved his struggling head back into the dirty bag.

You felt bad, but you needed him to shut up, just for a moment. Just so you could cool down and regain your demeanor.

But you were a fool to think that just because he was in his sandy bag that would mean his string of words would stop.

“Is it because I said your tits were bouncy? Because I’m sorry…and you know I can’t help it. You’re too gods damn hot.” His said, voice muffled, as you swung the strap of the satchel bag over your shoulder. His head came to rest at your hip, doing the exact opposite of cooling you down.

“Or is it because I said Mr. Overachiving Show-off is in love with you? Cause, sweet stuff, he is--or he just wants to fuck you. Ha--maybe I’d get along with that shithead after all.” You gave a roll of your eyes as you pushed through the door into the inner workings of the Merry.

Walking through the kitchen, Sanji perked up at your sudden presence, pausing in his preparation of dinner to smile your way. “Good afternoon to the stunningly gorgeous madam. Would you like a glass of water to help cool you down from sitting out in that blistering sun all day?”

“I’m thinking a glass of wine--a beer.” You gruffed, throwing open the fridge to look through all the assorted alcohols Zoro had stocked in it.

“Clown giving you grief?” The chef asked, resuming his chopping.

“I’m the best stress relief she--” You threw a hand over the clown's mouth as you grabbed a beer.

“Think Zoro will mind?” You asked, showing the beer Sanji’s way.

“Old mosshead’s going to be upset over something regardless of a missing beer.” He said, a bit of a bite to his words when talking of the swordsmen. You gave a nod, closing the fridge door with your hip so that you could keep Buggy’s mouth covered. Sanji marked the movement. “But one can hardly be mad at such a lovely lady such as yourself.”

“Would I be lovely enough for you to crack this open for me?” You asked, batting your eyes dramatically up at the tall chef who was quickly doing as you wished, looking like some love-sick puppy.

You had learned long ago Sanji was just a big flirt who had a great appreciation for the female physique and it really meant nothing, so you had taken up--for lack of a better phrasing--using him and his love for women to your advantage.

Something was on the top shelf you didn’t feel like dragging a chair over to reach it? Ask Sanji. Too lazy to open a beer? Ask Sanji.

“Anything for the madam.” He said with his charmingly bright smile before handing the opened beer back.

“Thank you very much kind sir.” You said, taking a long sip as you turned on your heel and headed for your room. You only removed your hand from Buggy’s mouth once you had made it to the near completely secluded hallway your room was located on and you had all but finished your beer.

“You’re going to get pissed at my compliments but flirt right back with that pretty boy’s?”

“The key difference is his are compliments. Yours are horny and objectifying.” Buggy gave a puff of air like he found this whole conversation stupid.

“That’s not what you’ve been saying late at night.” He said in that gruff way he did and you were horny all over again.

“You’ve just earned more bag time.” Buggy gave a dramatic, exasperated sound as you pushed through your bedroom door and discarded Buggy’s head on the small crate you had kept him on before he started sharing your hammock at nights.

“Songbird--come on.” You finished off your beer and added it to the small pile of empty beer glasses in the corner you had been meaning to throw out. You looked over the bag which wiggled a little as Buggy tried to find an exist. You watched him in absolute agony at your neediness. At the burning of your body and the throbbing of your pussy. A need that almost had you physically shaking.

When was the last time you had fuck someone? A long, long time ago. Well before you had been captured. And there hadn’t been time since Luffy freed you to do such an act--no one you particularly wanted to do it with here on this ship and in any bars you visited. Hell, you’d hardly even masturbated during the time you’d been on this ship.

Maybe that's just what you needed. Maybe this whole fantasy of fucking Buggy and wanting him to do naughty, naughty things to you was just you being sexually frustrated. Maybe you just needed to get yourself off and get rid of this needy build-up.

“I’m sorry.” Buggy tried as you locked your door and, silently, pulled your small bottoms off. “Songbird?” Fuck. That fucking nickname was so annoyingly nice to hear ring through your ears.

You climbed into your hammock and settled in before you moved your hand between your legs--moved your fingers through your dripping fold until you found your clit. You had to all but slap a hand over your mouth to keep from breathing too loud as you began to rub it in just the right way because holy shit you had needed this. Needed to get rid of all that bent-up energy bouncing around in your body that had no source of escape except through this.

The thought of Buggy’s lips on yours crossed your mind. Crossed it and stayed. Thought of him biting your neck hard enough to leave it littered in hicks.

You thought of his body, which you had drank in way too much during the fight in his circus tent. Fuck--you had wanted to jump him then and there regardless of him being your crew's enemy. You’d wanted to pin him to the ground and ride him until you were satisfied and he was growling your name.

It wasn’t like you could help it, not when he’s arms were strong and his features so ruggedly handsome. Not when the idea of him thrusting hard into you while having that tight, gloved grip of his wrapped around your throat drove you crazy.

“Y/N?” Fuck. You think you liked your name on his lips more than that stupid little nickname.

“S-say my name again.” You found you couldn’t help yourself. Couldn’t stop your breathy, lust-fogged voice from speaking out.

“What? Why do--holy fuck! Are you touching yourself?” You bit your hand hard. Of course, you had given yourself away. “Wait, wait! Get me out of this gods damned bag!” He shouted, rustling around so much he ended up throwing himself off the crate and onto the floor with a bang. “Fuck--” He cursed but continued to wiggle around to get out. “Y/N--” He demanded and you gave a little gruff moan as you reached down and grabbed him up. “Quickly! Get me out!”

“You--you jackass.” You huffed, having to pull from hand from your clit to grab him out of his bag. He looked just as needy as you, but that smirk of his had found its way to his lips. You shot in a daggered glare as best you could. “I can’t even get myself off without you butting in--fucking asshole.” You bit, throwing his bag back to the ground.

“You’re touching yourself thinking about this asshole, songbird.” He bit back in a way that had you biting your lip, your pussy all but crying out for you to keep touching it. You nodded with a moany hum, reaching back down to answer that cry.

“I-I wore this just for you, you know.”

“Fuck--” He said, green-blue eyes scanning over your body and staying glued on your spread legs--on how you were messaging that small bundle of nerves to bring yourself closer to that rushing pleasure you so desperately needed. “I loved it, songbird. You looked so gods damned sexy sprawled out of that fucking chair like that. Was killing me not being able to touch you.”

You moaned in his ear, biting at that double-pierced earlobe and kissing at his jaw so you could be close to him. So you could feel his skin against yours in some fashion.

“C-Couldn’t even think straight be-because all I could think about was your st-stupid fucking voice and ho-how much I want you to fuck me.” Buggy gave a little curse. “I-I need you to fuck me, Buggy.”

“Let me eat you out, songbird.” He said near feverishly. “Fuck, let me make you come. Please, baby.” He all but begged you.

“Yes, yes, yes! Please.” You begged right back, pulling your hand away to replace it with Buggy’s head.

“Songbird--gods, you’re so sexy. So fucking sexy. Drive me crazy--” He breathed before running his tongue through your folds--drinking you up in a manner that had you slapping your hand back over your mouth so your moans would stray within the confines of your room.

You only ever removed it to tell Buggy exactly where your clit was, only to slap it right back over your lips when he found and focused all his attention on it. On rubbing it with the back of his tongue, circling it, and sucking on it to the point you were beginning to unravel.

Without much thought, you brushed his bandana off his head and ran your free fingers through what you could of his long blue hair, which you had put in a subpar bun the other day when, after one of Zoro's more violent attacks, it became all undone. It had surprised you at first, the sheer amount of hair he had, but it was hair you'd wanted to touch and run your fingers through again ever since then.

Using his hair, you pulled him closer to help him apply more pressure against you. To help you have some sort of anchor as he slowly and teasingly brought you closer and closer to your end. He moaned against his your pussy at the tugging of his hair and you moaned right back, loving the vibrating sensation it caused.

You tried to keep your hips from moving--tried to keep from squeezing your thighs together around his head, but it was the hardest struggle you had faced in a long while. One you almost nearly lost had Buggy not pulled away in a frustrating manner that had you whimpering out his name to return his focus on you needy body.

“You better keep perfectly still, songbird.” He murmured in that dangerous tone you could not get enough of. Wanted to hear more of whispered in your ear.

He had just locked his lips around your pussy again, had just brought you right back to the edge when there was a knock on your door. You clench your teeth together and tried to pull Buggy away, but he dove his tongue deep into your pussy, finding that spongy spot up in you that had your body tensing up in such pleasure you thought you might cry out.

“Y/N?” It was Zoro’s deep voice that called from the other side of the door. “Dinners done.” Gods damned dinner. He was interrupting your alone time to tell you dinner was done. Fuck--

You swallowed a moan and steaded your voice before speaking.

“Okay. I’ll--” A little shuddery noise warped your voice when Buggy found your clit again. Found and it and all but torutued you with his tongue. Had you having to take a deep, deep breath in before you could even think to speak again. And the worst part is you knew he was doing it just because it was Zoro at the door. Because some part of him would love to get caught with his tongue buried in you.

“Are you okay?” Fucking hell--

“Yes!” You all but shouted stupidly. “Yes. I’m just not feeling great--” You paused to take a steadying break. Buggy chuckled against you, sending those little pleasant vibration through your body once more. “I’ll be up in a moment!” There was silence for a second…then two--

“Okay. I’ll let the others know.”

“O-okay!” You said, voice wavering more than you wished. A second went by…then another--you heard his footsteps walk back down the hall and you were able to relax and refocused your thoughts back on the pleasure Buggy was dealing you. Pleasure that was building and building and building up inside you--

“I’m--I’m gonna come--oh fuck, Buggy! Please, please, please--” You said on a breathy moan that you tried to keep down.

Buggy kept his attention on your clit. Kept his tongue’s swirling movements so consistent and steady and oh so good and--your body teased up all over again and your release was flooding through you like a tsunami.

Your body collapsed on your hammock as your chest heaved up and down, struggling to catch your breath.

“Songbird--you taste so fucking good,” Buggy whispered lowly as he gave your pussy another lick, as if he really believed it tasted that good. It make your body twitching at the oversensitivity of it all.

“Oh fuck…” You whined, grabbing Buggy’s face back up to claim those red-smeared lips of his. To kiss him sloppy and slow and deep. A kiss that you could taste yourself on in a way that had your head spinning. “So fucking good.” You breathed as you pulled away, placing Buggy’s head on your chest. You two lay there for a moment, you running your fingers through that blue hair of his.

“I just ate so I’m not in that big of a rush to get to dinner.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

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