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gingernut1314 · 10 months

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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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