#buggy pollen
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"I Can't Do This Without You"
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Word Count: 5,939 (why am I like this)
Warnings: Pollen!Buggy x afab!reader, swearing, smut, mdni, p n v, chase, thrill, fluff, semi-public, mutual pining, has plot - I swear, whimpering, pleading, groaning, use of pet names: baby, sugar, sugarplum, hun, captain, Buggy is a switch.
I said I'd get it done in 48h, and I am a snail true to my word. Crispy leaf, dangle dangle.
Apprehensive Tag List: @sordidmusings, @feral-artistry, @gingernut1314 @writingmysanity
Minors, this is not for you.
You groaned as the exhaustion overtook you, lulling your head backwards and releasing a deep sigh from the chasms of your throat. Feeling the fabric of the partially dampened tea-towel grind uncomfortably against your water-swollen fingertips had you release a hiss from your clenched teeth.
It was your turn to remain awake, plagued by the domestic duties that came with serving alongside the Buggy pirates. Although your allocations were rotational, you loathed being the only pirate awake during the cryptid hours aboard the vessel. Everything was silenced, aside from the rambunctious snores produced in the crew-quarters: roars, snores and heavy-laden breathing calling you to both run to and away from them as your eyelids grew heavy.
The echo of: “Nobody can do this like you can,” relayed on loop, the soft breath of your captain dancing atop your neck from behind. He knew exactly what his verbal praise did to you, the confident and arrogant asshole that he was. You adored your captain, loved serving him with your peers and sailing the East Blue with him guiding you through the currants and riding through the waves.
The only issue that you had serving your captain was this one, small, unspoken thing that had him sweetly pouring your name from his painted lips in a sticky-sweet drawl. His molasses-tone purring for you, coaxing you into doing his bidding by just the utterance of your name. It had your knees aching, spine tingling and heartstrings caught in the firm vice of his gloved fist. Perhaps he truly had no idea what he was doing to you. The way the small rasp in his voice pulled against his tonsils, the sweetness in his cadence truly revealed who he was to you alone.
You shook your head, plunging your hands back into the suds and muck of the dishwater. The texture of undiscarded food scraps brushing your fingertips caused your lips to pull back, revealing your pearled teeth in a disgusted snarl. Savages: the lot of them. A shudder crept up your back as you pulled the plug from the basin and ran the cool water from the tap. You anchored the nozzle of the tap over the basin, aiming for the bile-like gunk stuck to the steel container and coaxing them down the sink.
Heavy footfalls of buckled boots broke you away from your disgust, alert and ready to meet with whomever tore you from your thoughts. You rinsed your rubber gloves before removing them, casting them aside to the corner of the sink beside the amassment of freshly cleansed dishes, and turned to greet your crewman. You were shocked to see it was not just a simple comrade sneaking in to collect a glass of water, but your captain clad in nothing but his tight leather pants and unbuckled boots. His long blue hair lay carelessly from his head, waterfalling from the crown of his head down his shoulders and tickling his chiseled abdomen. Whispers of the partially curled hair, untamed and unbridled without his striped red and white bandana, stuck to his forehead in stringy clusters.
“H-Hey, Love,” his voice rasped. His eyes were panicked, wide behind the lengthy blue eyelashes. The small stuttered quiver in his ungloved hands had your brow furrowing into a dip in the middle of your face. Although not unaccustomed to pet-names from him; the tone in his voice held you captive and unwavering.
“Captain?” you asked after him, watching as your voice caused his head to twitch to the side and eyes clamp tightly shut, “Captain? Are you okay? You look poorly.” You removed your apron and hastily cast it down to the side as you approached him. As quickly as you approached, he stuttered his feet backwards and fisted the doorframe within his firm grip.
Immediately halting your steps, your heart beat harder within your chest. Panicked. Your Captain was panicked and frantic. He steadied himself, cowering away from your and physically holding himself to the frame as if it was the last thing anchoring him to the earth.
“Captain-?” you began, only for your words to be halted by your captain speaking through gritted teeth. His jaw was clenched so tightly closed, you were afraid he’d break his pearly teeth.
“-J-Just-....hnngh-... I n-need you to do something-... f-for me,” his voice faltered as the last syllable left his painted lips. His brows furrowed, eyes clamped tightly shut; his blue triangular patterns adorning his cheeks bled into the creases he created with the tightness. Sweat was pooling from his brow, down his temple to his stubbled chin.
“Captain!” you called after him, prompting him to shake his head from side to side violently to halt you from approaching him further.
“This was a m-mistake. I c-can’t-... fuck-... I-,” He pulled himself closer to the doorframe; his hips falling flush against the wall from behind. Your eyes searched his closed lids, following the trail of sweat down his chin to the bob of his Adams apple and down the scruff of his tufts of blue chest-hair.
“Captain,” you spoke in a warning tone. He shook his head from side to side once more, frantic and wild behind his clenched shut eyes. You took a tentative step towards him, his eyes snapping open at the small creak of your foot atop the floorboards.
“Baby,” he whimpered through a pained groan. His pupils were blown wide and frantic. His saliva drew the red tint away from its designated position against his lips and down his chin. There was something rabid in the air. To what extent, you truly had no idea.
“What do you need, sir?” Your professional response was to fall back into your ship-savvy training. You stood alert, your hands laced behind your back and awaiting orders from your pirate captain. He winced at your cadence, his voice unleashing a feral groan from his throat. It was deep, desperate and needy - heavy in the growl that laid against its raspy undertone.
“Baby, I need you to take my head. Take my head, and run.”
At that final command, he tossed his head at you and you began your sprint towards the upper deck of the Big-Top. You held your captain’s head within the hook of your elbow, cradling him into your chest as your feet picked up a sprint.
“Where am I going, sir?” you asked him, looking down at the painted clown you had chosen as your captain.
“Away f-from my body,” he winced. You noticed the tone in his voice, picking up his immediate distress and almost halting your steps to go back to collect his torso-.
“-DON’T!” He barked at you. You stiffened, picking up the pace once again as you fled away from the kitchen’s scullery and to the woven ropes beside the top mast.
Why did he have to collect that substance? Why did he have to find a way to siphon it into his latest ‘Buggy Ball’? Why did he have to spill it over his gloved wrist, immediately inhaling it and sneezing through the chalky pollen?
Because Captain Buggy D Clown was, among all other things, a fucking idiot.
He cursed at himself, feeling the tightness in the crotch of his leather pants as he braced his body against the doorframe, hoping you had ran far enough away from him to not cage you against the wall and rut into you like an ill-tempered, ill-mannered staffordshire bull terrier.
It was no secret that he gave you preferential treatment among the crew. He attempted to balance this out by giving you the poor jobs he wouldn’t dream of designating to the others because “nobody does it like you can.” He mentally slapped himself in the face at thinking of that, as he was cradled so protectively against the side of your chest. He wanted you, he wanted you. He wanted you.
But not like this.
He continued to verbally berate himself as your feet carried you further atop the deck and up the ropes. Your feet looped effortlessly against the woven ladder, hoisting both yourself and him to the crows nest and cowering into the side: hidden and out of sight. The stars illuminated your skin, the rise and fall of your pants holding him in a hypnotic stance as he watched your breasts swell with oxygen. Desire fell from his lips in a feral growl, prompting you to look down and search his face with panic written all over it.
Even in his afflicted state, he could truly see how desperately you cared for him. The way your hands reached to collect his chin and coax his pollen-blown pupils to meet with your own held him bewitched by your compassion.
“Captain?” You asked after him, breaking him from his trance momentarily as he panted out incoherent curses and ramblings, “Buggy. You need to tell me what’s going on. How can I fix this? What can I do?”
“You gotta stay away from my body, Hun,” he winced, left eye closing as his right attempted to hold firm to your gaze, “h-he-...f-fuck-... He w-wants-.....hha-ah-... He wants you, Sugar.”
You stay stationary, holding firm and perplexed as your captain continues swearing, cursing and groaning into the wee hours of the morning. You had no idea what had come over him, his affliction pulling at your heart as you watched more sweat produce at his temple.
“Why do I need to keep away from your body, Captain?” you asked him, placing his head down beside your own and lying down against the floorboards of the crows nest. He panted, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he winced through his next words.
“I fucking told you already, Baby. He wants you.” You cocked your head to the side as you watched your captain huff and suck his bottom lip in and out of his lips. His pants and groans caused caution to tug at your mind as you continued to study him.
His pained face almost looked as a lover would writhe beneath their other half. Lustful and insatiable being the balance of his growling and pleading expression, his brows knitting together in concentration as he continued to pant like an animal. Surely your captain would not behave as irrationally as a teenager in search of their next crevice to gyrate against.
Until it dawned on you.
That was exactly what you were dealing with.
“Captain?” you cautiously asked down at him, “Did you-... D-Did you toy with that flower? The one you said you wouldn’t touch?” After several clenched inhales and exhales, Buggy managed to hiss out a simple word that would change your reaction from concerned to appalled.
“Yes.”
You immediately began to grumble and chastise the captain, who whimpered away like a puppy caught behaving in a manner undesired by their owners. After a few minutes of berating and chastising, you halted your words as you witnessed the tremble in the bottom lip of your captain. You shook your head and huffed out a simple angry puff of breath.
“You were warned that it was a powerful aphrodisiac, yes?” you snarled at him, top lip pulling upwards to reveal your canines.
“Yes,” He managed to hiss out once again.
“And you chose to fuck with it anyway? Knowing there is no known antidote, yes?” You reprimanded him again, prompting a small winced whimper from your captain as he cried another simple: “Yes.”
You groaned, feeling the frustration and pain of a thousand subordinates taking directions from an idiot captain, and turned on your side, collecting the clown’s whimpering head into your hands and hoisting him over to you.
“Buggy,” your voice held the reprimanding tone of a superior as you cautioned a warning at your captain, “You are an idiot.”
“I know, Baby,” he managed to wince out through clenched teeth, “b-but I-...hnngh-... I c-couldn’t n-not. It was-... shit–t-... It was right there.”
You sucked in a long and exasperated breath through your nose, filling your chest with the rage of a begrudging superior and began to collect enough rage within you to bring down your frustration onto him-... Only to halt as your eyes met his.
He was a wreck. His pupils blown, his lips quivering and his teeth chattering behind his whimpering mouth. He was awaiting your beration: dreading it, but prepared for it. He wanted you to be angry with him. He wanted you to be upset that he did something stupid. He wanted you to be-... you. He wanted you.
“Why did you seek me out, Captain?” you asked him while removing your overcoat and placing it to the side.
“I-I-... I don’t kn-know,” he whimpered, his eyes wide and beginning to brim with desperate tears.
“Oh? You don’t know?” you asked him, kicking off your boots beneath you and unbuckling your belt, “You didn’t think I’d desire to relieve you of this predicament?” You unbuttoned your blouse, springing forth your breasts into the air and shimmying the cotton material from your shoulders, “You are my Captain.”
“What-... W-What are you doing?” he panted at you. His jaw was slackened, unblinking eyes never once pulling away from you as you continued to undress yourself. You rolled your eyes at him as you continued shimmying yourself from your clothes; presenting your nudity beneath the dusted starlight. Your captain’s blush darkened beneath his painted face, eyes bulging as his jaw began involuntarily salivating.
“Captain,” you huffed out, rolling back onto your side and meeting his gaze with your reprimanding gaze. Your eyes softened as they met with his, your eyebrows arching upwards at the center and a small smile drew itself to your lips. “You sought me out in the middle of the night,” you smirked, reaching for his cheek but halting before touching him.
You witnessed his pained and conflicting expression, his grimace straining against his cheeks as his eyes continued to yearn for you. You apprehensively sighed, placing your palm down in front of the clown-captain and bore your eyes into his own. Always encouraging, supporting and cheering for him in your expression.
“I joined your crew to serve you, Buggy,” you confessed to him, “You. You, sir.” You scooted your body closer to him, opting to not make the initial contact with him and holding firm to your position perpendicular to him. He grimaced, wincing in pain but his eyes were full and blown with lust and yearning.
“D-Don’t, Love,” his tone held the undertones of warning, his teeth pulling back and painfully gritting together in his jaw, “don’t say that. Y-You’re too g-good for the crew-... sssff-... too good f-for me-e.”
You scoffed at him, inching ever closer to him and almost brushing your nose against his beautiful, rotund circle of a nose.
“I chose to serve you, Captain,” you bore down your intense gaze into his own, “In whatever capacity you deem me worthy.” He groaned, his face involuntarily seeking out your own as you continued your confession, “What is it you always say? Nobody can do this like I can?”
His jaw fell slack, his eyes completely tint-less as they became eclipsed by desire. The cool teal of his irises were all but lost beneath his gaze. You smiled at him, turning over to lay on your back: eyes looking upwards at the stars as you unleashed a small sigh into the air.
“What a-are you doing?” he stuttered, slowly inching his decapitated head towards your face. Your eyes held a softness, the smile on your face as hypnotic as the day he first laid eyes on you.
“Oh, Captain,” you cooed at him, refusing to look at his face as you continued to stare upwards into the cloudless sky, “I’m just waiting for your body to catch up to where your head is.”
Buggy’s thoughts, swirling as the cesspool of a thousand bogs, was rattled by your words. Had he wanted you? Yes. He yearned for you, he pined for you. He had always imagined how beautiful you looked, split over his cock as he inched you downwards to take in his impressive length. He had always imagined you mewling and pleading for him to have you cum against his painted lips, coaxing the eruption of bliss from your core with his tongue as you rode his face. He had fisted his cock in solitude thinking of you, only you, as he spilt himself over his thumb and into a long forgotten sock while he whispered your name as gentle as a prayer between his lips.
He wanted you. He wanted you so badly. But he wanted you to want him. He didn’t want you to just be his crewman in servitude to their captain. He wanted you to need him exactly as much as he needed you. Even while his senses became overpowered by the aphrodisiac, he wanted you to want him in return.
“Captain?” your voice called to him, your apprehensive and almost shy tone breaking him from his thoughts. He nodded, knowing you could see him from the corner of your eyes. Even in his afflicted state, he attempted to keep his desperate eyes hyper focussed on your face as he noticed you gulp back a dry mouthful of saliva. “Do-... Do you think you could-... Talk to me a little?”
“What d-you m-mean, Sugarplum?” he winced, feeling the proximity of his body rapidly approaching towards the two of you in the crows nest. You huffed out your embarrassment, already naked in body beside him but yet to bare your soul.
“Buggy,” you warned him, your eyes now becoming haunted with your own quiet longing and desperation, “You know what your voice does to me, sir. I-... If we’re going to do this, I need you to talk to me.”
He was long gone from the part of feigning innocence to the matter. He was fully aware you were interested in his flirtations: reciprocating them in turn, but always shying away first to his crude and unwithheld shamelessness.
“You want me-... to get you in the mood? F-For me to… fuck you senseless?” He asked, his brow again releasing a new bead of frustrated and lustful sweat down his temple to his lip. He noticed the visible quiver in your body at the word ‘fuck’, prompting his body to quicken its haste at climbing the ropes from below. His pants were long discarded, his boots pooling at the floor beneath them as he continued to climb as a wild and ferocious beast up the ropes.
“O-Oh,” his whimpered question fled his lips more as a statement, a growl anchoring the end of his expression downwards as he watched your body continue to respond to him. Without warning, his head rocked into your shoulder, placing his lips on every inch of your skin he could find and wiggling his way upwards to trail long and desperate kisses to your jaw and neck.
“Oh, baby,” he began, licking and kissing at the pulse of your neck, “I have thought of nothing but y-you… -hnghh, fuck-...” he confessed as his feet fell; his cock brushing slightly against the rope and providing the smallest amount of stimuli against the throbbing shaft, “I-I wanted you, hun. I wanted you s-so badly. I wanted t-to know what you looked like caged in my arms as I fucked you beneath me-,” his feet began to pick up the pace, sprinting up the ropes to draw his throbbing closer to you.
“Hun, I don’t th-think you’re aware of how much I want you,” He licked a long stripe up your collar bone, his teeth grazing your skin as he whimpered against you, “baby, I-I-... I c-couldn’t-...” His words halted in his throat, truly not desiring to release his confession into the air for fear of never reclaiming the words back.
“What, Cap?” you gasped, finally turning to him with your eyes half-lidded and glazed with lust, “what couldn’t you do? Tell me. Tell me, please?” He growled, launching his decapitated head towards you and placing trails of creeping open-mouthed kisses against your cheek, nose and jaw - never claiming your lips beneath his for fear of breaking the spell and having you sprint from him.
“I-I-...” he whined, feeling his feet beginning to tingle in his approach. He was so close to you, so close to your glistening opening: ready and waiting for him to dive into your supple flesh and chase his release, “-I only think of you. I-I-... I can’t-... I can’t cum without thinking of you. I need you. I only think of you, the way you’d fuck. Baby, the way you’d taste.”
You gasped, finally claiming his cheek within your palm and watching the tearful expression of the clown within your hands and chasing his fleeting gaze with your eyes.
“Captain?” you cooed down at him, desperately trying to conceal your enthusiasm and excitement with your tone, “Captain, do-... do you picture me? When you touch yourself? When you-... when you masterbate?” Before the clown could halt his pathetic words from falling from his lips, his mind began to spiral as he continued his unholy confession.
“Baby, I-I tried to cum s-so badly without you. I was right there. I even found your old wanted poster and thought of making you scream as I stretched you out. I-I tried to cum while thinking of you. I kept chasing it, hun. I-I-... I can’t do it without you. I was right there twelve times before I went to find you in the kitchens. I t-tried. It’s-... I can’t do this without you,” he desperately cried, his eyes open and honest as he spilt nothing but truths from his lips. Your heart broke for him, and the shame of his confession began to glisten your aching entrance and swollen clit with his pathetic whines and calls for you.
At that, you felt the dangerous presence of his body begging to be reunified. The thrill held you quivering in anticipation, desperate to help your captain in whichever manner he deemed appropriate to chase his relief. You closed your eyes tightly shut, feeling his body fall downwards onto you and cage you beneath it.
“Baby, s-say something,” Buggy’s voice whispered at your jaw, his lips collecting the skin beneath it, “I-I can’t control myself f-for much longer. Baby I n-need to know this is o-okay.” His plea had your eyes snap open, meeting his teal gaze as he desperately sought out your own.
“It’s okay,” you whispered, feeling the inches of heat grazing against your thigh in his shaft’s approach towards your shamefully aroused entrance.
“I-I’m sorry,” he whispered into you. You felt the graze of his swollen tip prodding against your oozing entrance, flicking its shined tip against your clit as he rejoined his head firmly atop his shoulders, “I never wanted it to be like this.” He reached down, grasping his abused shaft and almost screaming as he did. His senses were overwhelmed, so desperate for stimuli but conflicted because he wanted so desperately to be good for you.
“It’s okay, Captain,” you reassured him, turning away from his face to shy from his feral expression. You held your eyes closed in shame at how truly intoxicated this made you. You were both blessing the horrible pollen for having him finally make a move, while guilty at the fact that this was the only reason you were feeling his knob rake slowly between your silken abdominal lips.
“L-Look at me,” he whispered down at you, “p-please, baby. Please look at me.” As you slowly turned to face him, he achingly withheld the urge to slam his cock fully within your entrance and pushing to the hilt of his shaft in one swift movement. He was physically shaking with the inability to control himself further than allowing this one moment to pass between you.
As your eyes slowly and coyly met, he glanced deep and unblinkingly into your eyes as he slowly inched the tip of his cock into you. You watched that subtle quiver in his eyes; the way his lip trembled at the friction as his leaking tip arched its way beyond the first point of contact. He muffled a scream, finally feeling relief at the contact of your walls sucking his cock within them. He fought back another urge to break away his eye contact and have his eyes roll back into his skull in bliss of the feeling - opting to continue staring deeply into your eyes as he slicked another few inches within your walls.
Your breath hitched, staring deeply into his eyes as your lips parted at how truly beautiful you found him. He clenched his teeth together, angling his hips forward and slowly pressing down into you while wincing back his pleasured cries of bliss. He wanted so desperately for this to feel as good for you as it did for him, but the way the pollen enhanced his every sense had his limbs on fire. As he inched his cock down to the base of his shaft, he sucked his cheeks into his teeth alongside his tongue and bit down exceptionally hard to keep his cum from spilling over immediately.
As you became accustomed to his width, you couldn’t help but sigh out a small mewl of pleasure at being filled by your captain into his ear. At that small hitched pitch of your voice, he began to rock his entire length within you as he groaned out a desperate cry of satisfaction.
Don’t you dare cum, you idiot. You’ve finally got what you wanted. You wanted this. Don’t you dare fuck it up. Don’t you dare cum-.
“-You c-can cum, Captain,” you whispered into his ear, placing a small kiss on the corner of his jaw, “You’ve waited so long, Bugs. I’m so proud of you. You can cum, baby. Cum for me.”
His breath hitched in his throat, his cock immediately responding to your guidance by snapping the tension within his stomach. His balls were pressed so tightly within his abdomen, almost swallowed within his stomach by how tight and desperate everything became. At that small whisper of praise from you, his orgasm crashed over him like a bolt of calculated lightning seeking him out as a conductor to direct the currant. Ribbons and ropes of hot and desperate strings of sticky cum shot from his tip to coat your walls with their lustful lubrication.
“O-Oh fuck. Fuck! F-FucK!-.. Nghh-... I’m cumming. I-I’m cumming! F-Fuck, baby. I-I’m-.. Hhah-...” He cried into your shoulder, his lips and teeth collecting your neck beneath his mouth and clenching down onto your flesh. You hissed at the contact, feeling the waves of pleasure he was experiencing coat your walls as you soothed over his shoulders with a gentle, but firm touch.
His slow thrusts came to a halt, completely sheathed within you as he rode through his high. The collection of arousal pooling at your thighs and coated his groin was surprising to the both of you at the culmination of the fluids. As his eyes drew downwards to the contact between your bodies, he gasped at how beautifully your body had taken him in. He was in awe that you would allow him to join with your body in this way, but guilty in the fact that he was the only one to claim pleasure from this encounter.
He quirked his head to the side, remaining fully sheathed within you and began rocking his hips a little. You gasped, feeling his lingering firmness within your core and brush with the underlayer of your clit while the top brushed with his pubic hair. He laughed with an almost sickening amount of glee.
“Would you look at that?” He managed to stutter out between the snapping of hips. He leant down towards you, hovering his lips just above your own, “I’m still hard.” He hummed thoughtfully, looking first to where your bodies were connected before darting his eyes back up to yours.
Looking up at him with partially shocked eyes, you felt the lubrication of his prior release grinding against his cock sheathed within your core. His soft and deep gyrations had an involuntary cry fall from your parted lips at the friction. Buggy’s eyes smiled as his lips broke into a crooked smile.
“Ohh,” he cooed down at you, “Ooh, you thought we were done, didn’t you?” He reached down to collect your thighs, hooking them over his hips and joining them at the ankles, “oh, sweetheart. You thought you could get away with ordering your captain to cum in you without consequence?”
He shifted his cock deeper within you, raking his hands at your thighs upwards to collect your ass beneath his wide fingers. You bit your bottom lip to halt a sound from leaving your lips, prompting Buggy’s teal eyes to look down at you and frown. He snapped his hips harder against you, slow and deliberate thrusts dragging at your walls with his cock and prying another muffled moan of desire from you.
He frowned further, drawing his face closer into you and almost brushing his lips with yours.
“Don’t you dare stop those pretty sounds from comin’ out,” he commanded you, eyes half-lidded and glazed over with desire. His throbbing cock was twitching within your fluttering walls, his groans of pleasure serenading you with his raspy tone gracing your ears, “Oh, Baby. Let me hear you. C’mon, now.”
You screamed at your eyes to remain fixed on the man above you; his own half-lidded expression being mirrored in your irises as your lips almost brushed. He continued slowly anchoring his hips in and out of your glistening entrance with your walls fluttering around him. You gasped as he wove his arms beneath you and hoisted you upwards. He rocked back to sit atop his calves, pulling you with him to sit atop his lap and braced himself fully flush with you.
With his arms hooked beneath you, he found the backs of your shoulders and braced you against his torso, breaking away his eye contact as his lips sucked on your neck. He gyrated his hips up into you, keeping you completely still and caged atop his lap as he rocked you. The new angle had your jaw slack and gasping silent cries and mewls of pleasure down into his ear.
“You were so chatty, baby,” he grunted against your neck, trailing his lips against your neck to your jaw, “Where did that go, huh?”
At that final taunt, you wove your hands into the back of his scalp and forced his neck back to look up at you. He gasped out a sighed groan, jaw clenching at your manhandling of his sensitive body. Grinning up at you with a grimaced lop-sided smile, he again taunted you: “Too embarrassed by me? Don’t want to have the infamous Clown-Captain make you cum?”
He picked up the pace, almost disregarding your hands within his hair as his thrusts became more desperate and unbridled. His playful eyes never broke away from your face, only leaving to glace at your breasts bouncing at eye level and shamelessly ogling them before finding your eyes once more. His hips began to stutter more, almost rhythmically in tune with your body as he felt your walls suck him in with their flutters.
“Not embarrassed, Cap,” you managed to gasp out, grinding down onto his cock. He squirmed beneath you, matching your circling and gyrating rhythm as he bucked up into you. “I’m just enjoying your voice.” You tugged back his hair tighter, his lips releasing a hissed sigh as you brought your lips down to suck on his neck. He continued rolling his hips upwards, allowing you to chase your release by circling and gyrating against him.
“P-Please,” He called in a voice above a whisper, “Please cum on my cock. I need you to cum on my cock, baby. I want you to use me like a toy. Your toy.” You whimpered against his neck, feeling the tightness in your abdomen increase to the center of your stomach. Your walls fluttered around his cock as he continued rocking you atop his lap.
“No,” He shook his head out of your grasp and bore his teal eyes into your own. He uncircled his arms from beneath your shoulders to his right wrapping around your stomach while the other cradled your jaw, “No I want to see it. I want to see you cum. I want to see the lights dance in your eyes as I rock you on my lap. I want to see your pleasure as you chase it, sliding your slick cunt over my cock. Please, please baby. Please cum for me.”
As his eyes locked on yours, you felt the twirl within the pit of your stomach finally release the band of pleasure within you. Every inch of your body burst with the tingles of your orgasm: the tips of your toes shivering within the vibrations of warmth and static up to your legs, thighs, abdomen, torso, neck and face. You were suffocated by the cry you released of his name pouring from your lips as you raked your hips over his lap, whimpering and moaning for him as you rode your high into blissful overstimulation.
Buggy had no idea when he began cumming, but he could feel you sucking every inch of his second release deep within you by the sturdy thumps of your glistening walls squeezing each drop from his quivering shaft. He cried for you, the sting of overstimulation balanced with ensuring you had truly finished allowing the waves of bliss to wash over you. He felt tethered to you, the only thing anchoring him down to this world as he serenaded your praises with the angels.
He released your jaw, circling his hand to the back of your head and pulling you down to touch your forehead with his. Your movements stilled, the only sounds resonating were the crashes of waves against the hull and the distant roars, snores and heavy-laden breathing of your crew sleeping and remaining blissfully unaware of what just occurred within the crows nest. Sighs and breaths between you passed as you greeted one another with warm, coy smiles.
“Did you learn your lesson, Captain?” you asked him with a small, sleepy giggle.
“I think so, Hun,” he replied with the same tone, the creases of his eyes holding both his charm and his playfulness within it, “‘You’ll always look after me when I do something stupid’ was the lesson, right?” You pursed your lips at him, no longer having the energy to fight with him and opting to place a small chaste kiss atop his round nose. He winced at the caress, but opted not to pull away once he saw your sleep-deprived expression.
“I’m just playing, Love,” he sighed into your face, still ghosting his lips over your own without fully committing to the kiss.
“I know, Cap,” you mumbled sleepily, pressing a soft and deep caress of your lips against his. He groaned against your lips as they finally met, holding firm against you as you angled your head to deepen the kiss. Breaking the dance of your lips intertwining, you leant back and smiled warmly at him, “But I will always look after you when you do something stupid.”
“Oh good,” he sighed in relief, a broad and brilliant smile drawing itself against his lips as he hardened his resolve, “Because all I've learnt is nobody can do this like you can.”
#one piece#opla#opla fic#one piece live action#x reader#captain buggy#buggy fic#buggy pollen#pollen fic#buggy#buggy x reader#afab reader#buggy smut#buggy pollen smut#buggy the clown x reader#op smut#buggy x you
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I think I see an allergy pill in my near future @____@ but tomorrow because I don’t like to take them at night if I can help it.
#drug talk#allergy talk#i can taste pollen in my mouth#and i'm getting a bit buggy#luckily i've not been outside lately soo it's not desperation time yet
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kinktober 2023 masterlist
1st — pegging. jack mercer
2nd — choking. marc spector
3rd — quickie. samantha giddings
4th — cockwarming. "red-haired" shanks
5th — nipple play. alicent hightower
6th — dry humping. monkey d. luffy
7th — face fucking. simon “ghost” riley
8th — almost getting caught. joel miller
9th — size difference. jim hopper
10th — breeding kink. harwin strong
11th — mutual masturbation. ethan landry
12th — public sex. billy hargrove
13th — mommy kink. brahms heelshire
14th — face sitting. john price
15th — keeping quiet. billy loomis & stu macher
16th — toys. nami
17th — thigh riding. santa, "nikamund the red"
18th — orgasm control. rhaenrya targaryen
19th — 69ing. emily davis
20th — cock worship. rafe cameron
21st — spitroasting. roronoa zoro & vinsmoke sanji
22nd — hate fucking. matthias helvar
23rd — virginity loss. bo sinclair
24th — primal play. mike munroe
25th — humiliation. vinsmoke sanji
26th — sensory deprivation. chris redfield
27th — cuckolding. michael myers
28th — dubcon. jacob custos
29th — somnophilia. roronoa zoro
30th — corruption. dani
31st — sex pollen. buggy the clown
welcome to my very first kinktober! buckle up and enjoy the ride!
@gogogodzilla and I are doing the same kinks, if you want to check their fics out too :)
if you prefer to read on ao3, the link to the series is here
see you soon...
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Cross Guild Kinktober (+ Shanks)
Hiii, i'm back and in case any of you were wondering.... i plan on doing kinktober or die trying. BUT if you see me posting shit late no you DIDN'T.
10/7 **UPDATE**
✧✲✧ :◦━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ◦:
Day 1. Rimming (Mihawk/Buggy)
Day 2. Orgasm denial (Shanks/Buggy)
Day 3. Drunk sex (Shanks/Buggy)
Day 4. Hate Sex (Croco/Buggy)
Day 5. Body Worship (Mihawk/Shanks)
Day 6. Dacryphilia(Croco/Buggy)
Day 7. Mutual masturbation (Shanks/Buggy)
Day 8. Double penetration (Mihawk/Croco/Buggy)
Day 9. Public Sex (Mihawk/Shanks)
Day 10. Dry humping (Mihawk/Shanks)
Day 11. Marking (Mihawk/Buggy)
Day 12. Degradation (Mihawk/Shanks)
Day 13. Face sitting (Croco/Mihawk) (...fem?)
Day 14. Somnophilia (Croco/Buggy)
Day 15. Humiliation (Shanks/Buggy)
Day 16. Phone Sex (Croco/Buggy)
Day 17. Spanking (Shanks/Buggy)
Day 18. Overstimulation (Croco/Mihawk)
Day 19. Hair Pulling (Shanks/Buggy)
Day 20. Foursome (Shanks/Buggy/Mihawk/Croc)
Day 21. Mirror Sex (Shanks/Buggy)
Day 22. Sex Pollen (Mihawk/Buggy)
Day 23. Praise kink (Shanks/Buggy)
Day 24. Size Kink (Croco/Mihawk)
Day 25. A/B/O (Shanks/Buggy)
Day 26. Brat Taming (Shanks/Buggy)
Day 27. Sex Toys (Mihawk/Shanks)
Day 28. Sensory deprivation (Croco/Buggy)
Day 29. Uniforms (Croco/Buggy)
Day 30. Dirty talk (Croco/Mihawk)
Day 31. Thigh riding (Mihawk/Buggy)(fem)
#kinktober#cross guild#shuggy#bughawk#crochawk#mishanks#crocbug#Girl i don't even know anyones ship name half the time HELP-#if i forgot a ship no i didn't <3#i put everything on a wheel picker and let the gods decide and this is what they have chosen#AKSJDAKSLDJASDJAKDASLDJ#i swear to god we're gonna do this but dont @ me if this takes me until next octob-#im old and slow
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Cross Guild Romance fic idea: It's a quiet day at Karai Bari so Mihawk decides to go do a bit of exploring since he's perpetually bored. He goes for a walk in the woods and sees this really lovely red and black flower he'd never seen before, but when he goes to take a smell, the flower shoots this red dust into his face and all coherent thought and sense leave him. Buggy and Crocodile come out when there are reports of the forest literally shaking and Mihawk can't be found anywhere. Together they go into the woods and are stunned to find Mihawk has gone completely feral. Crocodile is the one who recognizes the flower, as it can be found in Alabasta and comes with it's own warning. It's this lust inducing rose everyone tries to steer clear of because of how highly powerful its pollen is and that it could literally cause death if the person hit with it doesn't get down and dirty fast or takes the special antidote that exists to combat the pollen. Before Crocodile can stop him though, Buggy rushes right to Mihawk and starts taking his clothes off, offering himself to Mihawk without hesitation. Mihawk thankfully accepts, and then Crocodile joins in because holy crap do Mihawk and Buggy look good together. Both Buggy and Crocodile get to experience how much of an absolute beast Mihawk really is and come to realize just how much the man is disciplined keeping himself and his power under control. Once the danger passes, Mihawk is mortified and withdraws from everyone. He actually tries to leave the island in despair, but Buggy and Crocodile aren't going to allow that and mean to keep their hawk-eyed swordsman.
Buggy not even hesitated when doing that, once he heard life or death situation for this, he probably yelled at Crocodile to tell him what Mihawk needs to live. Then Crocodile saying what he needs, which is either the antidote or banging, well the Kari Bari Island definitely don't have the antidote so the next best thing 👍
Then Crocodile joining in because of how good they look together sounds just like him, I think. Some reason this part made me laugh and I don't know why.
Oh no, Mihawk he didn't do anything wrong, it's not his fault at all and all people in involve were more than okay to do that with him. You know Buggy is clinging to Mihawk's back when he's trying to leave. The clown will be holding onto dear life and wailing that he doesn't want Mihawk to go, and Crocodile might also have a fit, not a crying one but one that's like 'Oh really? You want to go?... How about fucking no!?' So Mihawk knows even if he got off the island, he doubts that they won't come after him themselves and with the clown already clung to his back, he can't go anywhere.
#one piece#cross guild#cross guild polycule#buggy pirates#buggy the clown#sir crocodie#dracule mihawk#buggy the star clown#buggy the bombastic clown#hawkeye mihawk#mr. 0#buggy the genius jester#buggy x mihawk#buggy x crocodile#buggy the flashy fool#crocodile x buggy x mihawk#crocbug#hawkbug#captain buggy#red haired shanks#ideas~4~stories says#ask
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ok ok I made Chloenette short intentionally because of this,
What side of the Buggy Square you prefer says about you:
CHLOENETTE: THE OG ENEMIES TO LOVERS. YOU LOVE TENSION, YOU LOVE DRAMA, YOU LOVE GAYS IN DENIAL, YOU LOVE-
the possibilities they both posses as individuals with huge emotional baggage despite leading very different lives and growing up in different environments. Chloé had to grow up fast because she needed to be like her mother for even a speck of maternal affection from the woman, Marinette needed to grow up fast because she became Ladybug and then the Guardian. They both grew up too quickly. Yet, they still have outbursts, immaturity, and teenage anguish because they're still fourteen for fucks sake. But you see potential, you see hurt, you see a rediscovery and you see healing. You see them in their untapped potential because the world took little to no patience with them.
Or you love crack ships.
CHLOBUG: You have replayed that video of Ladybug catching Chloé more than once.
You like the thought of Chloé admiring Ladybug unabashedly, even putting herself on the line sometimes to help her hero. You saw Chloé feeling genuine confidence about herself when Ladybug gave her a chance. You saw Ladybug's fleeting moments of consideration that maybe there's more to the blonde heiress than she's believed.
Then you see the falling out. You see the angst, the betrayal and the 'why? why wasn't it me you went to?'. You see Ladybug fucking up, Chloé finally standing her ground, see them both trying to resist the other because there's no chance. Everything's all messed up and she probably doesn't even trust me-
Then Chloé falls, and Ladybug catches her. Everytime.
MARIBEE: Y'all are as sweet as the honey pastries Marinette leaves on her balconies during Bee's patrol.
You're a fluffy enjoyer, you like banter, tooth rotting fluff and identity reveals. You like the grinning and giggling, the blushing, the pretend confidence dissolving into softness and eagerness to know the other person better. You love flower language and Marinette's balcony is probably more romantic than Paris itself. You are a Pollen fan through and through.
You think Chloé would be an amazing Chat Noir.
You love the OG 5 heroes, you think they're a big happy family and you believe Chloé was meant to be Queen Bee from the very start.
LADYBEE/QUEENBUG: You love it when they flirt and stare as the other one flies away from the scene.
You think the rooftop or the tower is their paradise. You love when Ladybug brings her sweets and tries to causally know more about the Bee hero (in cases where Chloé's identity is secret). You believe strongly that Queen Bee would give her life to Ladybug, and vice versa. You think they're Bug Gf's, they absolutely rock at patrol and at fighting.
In the case Chloé's identity is revealed, you love the angst and the tension and identity reveals. When Marinette sees Chloé differently up close and is torn if she only acts like this towards you or with other people. You're torn if you should be thrilled she only acts like this towards you or not. There's probably an almost death along the course of the fic. Chat Noir is probably your wing man. Y'all be dating in the masks before you date as civilians.
You are absolutely smitten with her when you finally get to know her better.
"Bug."
"Queenie."
#chloe bourgeois#chloenette#marinette dupain cheng#chlobug#maribee#ladybee#queenbug#buggy square#pick y'all choices
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Fucked up on that pollen babes, messy Buggy (and Shanks) to cope
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~MASTERLIST~
i opened requests btw (sorry if it took me a while to answer them)
Marvel
Peter maximoff:
Imagine with quicksilver
One shot/ Peter maximoff
Imagine: a relaxing shower
You know what I mean
I'm not doing it
Nursing day
Loki:
Headcanons of Loki
Imagine with Loki
Headcanon: Loki as a dad
Nightmare
Headcanon: Loki notices that you are on you period
Celtic ballad
In the meadows
The waterfall
SFW alphabet
NSFW alphabet
I don't trust you
Plushie
Dance for me
You're being mean
Awful things to you
Shoot
The stars are closer
A merry christmas (lokius)
Mobius meet your child with loki (uncle mobius)
LOKI SERIES (OTHERS CHARACTERS)
Too close (Brad wolfe/Hunter X-5)
Scars (Brad Wolfe)
Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley:
Little imagine with Steven Grant
I'm just a librarian (on going)
headcanon: the boys with pets
Bucky:
Headcanons of Bucky
Adam Warlock:
Would you help me?
Adam Warlock headcanons
Drabble (wandavision AU)
Teach me
Namor:
A lullaby, a lotus flower and a cardinal
Evan Peters
Colin Zabel:
Magic night
Vaccines are good
Evan:
Lingerie
Birthday girl
The bear
Luca:
Working together
Will Poulter:
Behave well
Gotham
Jeremiah:
That's how the money works
Lewd pollen
Bruce Wayne
Let me take care of you
Star Wars
Cal Kestis:
May the force be with you
I'm right here
Are you afraid of the dark?
Mr. Tophat:
My Ballerina
Are you lost?
The hunger games
Coriolanus Snow:
Until the birds stop singing
One Piece Live Action
Opla boys with a short reader headcanon
Time for hugs (Luffy sfw drabble)
Sanji with a mechanic reader headcanon
The straw hats hearing your laugh for the first time
Sanji with a fem reader with long hair (headcanon)
The medical (sanji)
Me gustas tu (Luffy)
Until we meet again (Mihawk)
Sweet as peaches (Sanji fluff drabble)
Until we meet again pt2 (Mihawk)
A whole new world (Shanks)
A whole new world pt2 (Shanks)
The straw hat with a spanish speaker
Wild west au/ monster trio
Opla men with a spanish speaker pt2 (mihawk, buggy and shanks)
Sanji with a reader who loves to collect trinkets (headcanons)
Morning routine with Sanji
Take off the sails
Monster trio buying sanitary pads
Valentine's day is for fools
Until we meet again (final part)
Old men with a short reader (buggy, shanks and mihawk)
Halloween costumes with the straw hats
REQUESTS
Hot cocoa (Hunter D90-Loki series)
I'm right here (Cal Kestis-Star wars)
Dance for me (Loki-MCU)
My silly little man (Mobius-Loki series)
Visitors (Mobius)
Sanji with a rapunzel fem reader
Are you lost? (mr.tophat)
A little bit of mischief (D90 loki series)
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#masterlist#marvel#one shot#imagine#marvel mcu#marvel cinematic universe#mcu#loki laufeyson#loki marvel#female reader#x reader#smut#fluff#oneshot#masterlist post#masterlist update#masterlist help#masterlist dividers#masterlist navigation#my masterlist#my masterpost#my masterpiece#bucky barnes#loki odinson#evan peters#quicksilver#steven grant#marc spector#adam warlock#colin zabel
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I went to a Quilt Show on Thursday, here are my favorite bug quilts I saw!
Bzzz (Lori Schloesser)
The hard-working honey bee both pollinates our crops and makes us honey. This one is about to fly away after visiting a flower.
Buzzing the Wisteria (Eileen Somers)
This quilt is from one of my pictures and was started in a two-day class with Susan Carlson. The bumblebee has always fascinated me. They do something called buzz pollination to get hidden pollen. I quilted in a few lines of "Flight of the Bumblebee" just for fun.
Bugs in Bloom (Chris Lynn Kirsch)
Made for a challenge called Driven Buggy, I decided to make a spring bouquet completely from creepy crawly critters. The bugs were fused and thread painted onto felt, then attached to the quilt in a 3D fashion. The lady bugs are covered buttons.
which one is your fave??
#bug#bugs#insect#insects#bug art#insect art#bees#bee#hymenoptera#bumblebee#honeybee#quilting#textile art#crafts#sewing#quilters#found elsewhere and uploaded by me
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@unalive-drawer submitted: Hey hey, back again.
The lighting is a tiny bit weird, but I did my best to get some good pictures of this little guy, found in [removed] [please remove location!! :)]
Here's some of the little buggy on the end of my pencil, I was kind of hoping the flash would bring out some of those colors and patterns a little bit better.
I see these guys a lot, but I've never known what they are, so I'm hoping to find out who these little visitors are!
Hellooooo it's hard to see the markings with these photos but the general body and antenna shape looks like a dermestid beetle to me - so that includes things like carpet beetles and larder beetles whose larvae primarily eat animal materials like wool, hair, fur, skin/hide, feathers, dog and cat food, dead bugs, and taxidermy, etc., or sometimes high-protein plant materials. If you're seeing them in the house a lot they may be eating something in your home.
Adults eat pollen/nectar, so are harmless to your household treasures, but if you see a lot of adults, likely they are making babies.
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My queen I humbly ask of u to consider this
“Someone Help Me." And “thank you”
But with buggy ( need to see this clown desperate)
that’s all I ask 🥺
Thank u
By ur humble peasant 
Arise: noble protector of the realm, defender of the soil, relayer of the prompt, lover of beauty.... And a beauty of a lover.
Your wish is my command.
Give me a solid 48h and I will hyperfixate on the poor, blue-haired, suffering, whimpering, crying and pleading clown-man until he simply can't take it anymore. My word.
Been a while since I've written for him, and I can't wait to crack the seel with this beautiful little prompt. I'm sensing a series on the rise...
@sordidmusings, babes I know you have some thoughts on this one. My goodness. Anon, if you haven't already seen her beautiful collection of bratty, whimpering, pleading Buggy, hop on over and give her a peruse.
Also. Me? The humble snail crowned queen? My heart is bursting.
#one piece#opla#opla fic#one piece live action#x reader#buggy#captain buggy#buggy fic#fic prompt#buggy x reader#buggy pollen fic
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If I were to say, possibly, maybe, let the brain worms get to me and do a sex pollen fic. Who’s getting drugged?
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(@ask-the-shiny-pokemons) Rimi approaches Lief with a very serious face due to him being drunk. She crosses her arms.
"See, buggie? That's why you shouldn't mess with the others.
First, you did made me anger with this "normality".
Second, you've made that Meowstic cry...I really wanna cry if I was you to be honest.
Third, what's your business with Desty? I know we did saw their "monarch" appearance, but that's not the same one... Also, good thing you're not the only one drunk during my event visits. I was in one earlier and saw this Absol in human disguise.
But enough ramblin', I'm gonna ask ya honest question: do you regret everything you did here?"
[ @ask-the-shiny-pokemons ]
Lief: "You forgot smothering pollen on the host of this party and making her cry... I know, I really suck. You're welcome for the reminder. Really, what's a few more things to regret?"
In this attempt to get up, he lifted his upper body maybe one inch from the ground before he gave up. His dejected tone of voice remained consistent as he rambled his thoughts to Rimi, half answering her, and half not.
Lief: "What's a decade or two more of being completely friendless? Imagine being the sole Pokemon in probably all of existence to not only piss off people at home, but even people in different universes~."
He shakily waved a paw in the air in halfhearted enthusiasm before letting it fall back to the floor.
Lief: "I could answer you seriously, but there'd be no point. There's no going back from this... I'm just a weirdo feral living in a forest, after all."
#// buddy Destino is right there. they got a wayyy higher body count than you Lief XD#LoUsleepover#pokemon#ask blog#Lief Simbobeon#answered#Rimi Lycanroc#ask-the-shiny-pokemons#pokemon ask blog#pokeaskblog#pokeask#pokemon ask#pokeask blog#pokemon askblog
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day 31 ; sex pollen
↠ buggy the clown x reader
fandom: one piece
word count: 1.6k
warnings: nsfw 18+, dubcon, semi-public sex, fuck or die-ish, fingering, banter, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie
kinktober m.list || read on ao3
You know Buggy’s going to leave as soon as he gets his body back.
You’re not going to let that happen. When he finally reattaches himself, and runs off with a see ya!, you run after him.
“Stop!” you call out to him. “You need to stay and fight. We saved your ass, didn’t we?”
He turns around and sighs dramatically seeing you. “You again? Seriously sweetcheeks, would ya let me leave?”
You cross your arms, and give him the most intimidating glare you can muster. You only recently joined the crew, and you wanted to prove that you were tough enough to fight with the rest of them. Making sure that Buggy helped you guys fight Arlong and his fishmen while Luffy went to go save Nami was a way to prove yourself to them.
“I can’t let you—” you're interrupted by a fishman coming out from behind Buggy and approaching you. You whip out a dagger to prepare for his attack, but before you can get a move in he sprays some sort of powdery mist in your face, completely taking over your vision.
“Good luck trying to fight me now when you gotta deal with that,” he snickers as he runs away.
You cough and bend over, hands on your knees, as the mist lands in your nostrils and mouth. You try to swat it away in the air surrounding you, but it feels as though the mist has already gotten inside of you, and there’s no way to escape it now.
“Well, anyways, I’m going to go then,” Buggy starts, slowly backing away as he gets ready to escape.
You’re too weak to try and distracted now to try and stop him, but then your body starts to feel different. Your internal temperature skyrockets, causing beads of sweat to start dripping down your face despite the fairly average temperature outside. You can feel your body not getting hot because of that, but also the sudden arousal that threatens your core.
Your legs begin to tremble as your body aches with need, a deep feeling in your gut that you never felt before. It’s like a hunger that needs to be sated immediately, as though it were a life or death situation. It has you wanting to just stick your fingers inside of your pussy and just fuck yourself silly until you can rid yourself of this itch you can’t seem to scratch.
“W-wait!” You call out to him. You must sound extremely desperate, because Buggy actually stops and turns towards you instead of ignoring your pleas.
You swallow hard and continue. “I need…help.” Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth as you grit out your words, embarrassed by just how much you want the stupid clown to fuck you. You can already feel how wet you are through your bottoms, and as the seconds tick by it feels as though your arousal is going to start spilling out onto the floor. “Need you to fuck me. Please.”
You’re too ashamed of your desperation to look Buggy in the face to see his reaction to your words. You only know of his answer when you fall to your knees, legs too weak to hold yourself up, and you feel his palm on your back.
“Well when you look like that, how can I say no?” Sarcasm drips in his voice, and you can tell he’s not really taking you seriously.
“I’m serious!” You try to sound as adamant as you can given how weak you feel at the moment.
“So am—” You interrupt him, finally having enough, by grabbing him by the back of his neck and smashing your lips against his own in a kiss.
His own hands move to cup your face, and you open your mouth up to let his tongue in. As the kiss becomes sloppy, you start to rid yourself of your clothes, needing your body to cool down.
He pulls away as he sees you baring yourself to him, eyes widening and a smirk overtaking his face. “Woah, didn’t realize you wanted to fuck me so badly. I would’ve happily done it if you were nice and asked.”
You don’t have it in you to protest him now. Instead you move your fingers inside of you, your juices gushing out of you despite the lack of attention your pussy had been receiving.
“The shit he sprayed me with,” you start. You lay yourself on the ground, arching your back as you piston your fingers in and out of you, praying that you find your release soon.
Buggy hums in thought. “I should be thanking him, then. Got myself a nice view.”
“You can do that after you fuck me.”
The next thing you know his cock is inside of you, and he’s thrusting with the vigor of a man starved. You moan and arch yourself into him, your hands scrambling as they claw at his back. You wrap your legs around him, wanting to keep him close as his thick cock ruts into you.
You don’t think sex had ever felt this good before. Your juices are squirting out of you, proving to be a great replacement for lube, and your walls clench down hard on Buggy’s cock, like a vice. He groans above you as you tighten your grip around him, walls fluttering as they refuse to let him leave you.
The pleasure is too much for you to bear, and you can hardly talk. Your eyes roll back into your head and your tongue lolls out of your mouth, drool escaping the corners of your lips.
All that comes out of your mouth and pathetic whimpers and breaths of yes, yes, yes as Buggy fucks you with reckless abandon.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grits out as his muscles bulge from holding you down with so much force. His hips collide with your own, the sounds of your skin slapping loud enough to draw the attention of anyone who would’ve been in the vicinity of the two of you. “Shoulda fucked you when I first saw you. Lookin’ all cute in slutty in your little pirate getup.”
You know you should feel insulted by the way he technically insinuated you were “playing” pirate, but the horny, afflicted side of you only chooses to focus on the yearning in his voice of wanting to fuck you, and how his cock is hitting parts of you that make you see stars.
It comes to no surprise to you that your orgasm is already closely approaching within minutes of having Buggy’s cock fucking into you. Your nails dig into his skin, and your whines increase in pitch and speed.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Buggy groans as you clench down even harder around his cock, as impossible as it may seem, and your orgasm crashes into you like a wave. You can only gasp out curses as you squirt all over his cock, your juices rushing out of you wildly.
Your release soaks yourself and him, both inside and out. Buggy’s orgasm isn’t too far behind as his hips begin to stutter in their rhythm and soon he’s moaning lowly in your ear and filling you to the brim.
A sudden rush of calmness washes over you as Buggy’s cum fills you up. It’s like all of the horniness and desperation for sex escapes your body as soon as it comes into contact with his cum. Your body temperature returns to normal, and the shaking of your body is solely in response to your orgasm instead of the deep aching within your core that seemed as though it could never be satiated.
You hold onto him for a couple of moments longer, catching your breath and coming down from your high as Buggy’s arms also remain wrapped around you and his cock stays nestled inside your entrance.
It’s then that you hear your name being called out in the distance. It seems as though while you were affected by the mist powder, your crew had completed all they set out to do.
Not wanting them to see you in the precarious situation you’re in, covered in juices and Buggy on top of you, still inside your entrance, you scramble away from him. Stumbling as you put your pants back on, ignoring the way his cum pools out of you, you give him a kick to his side.
“Ow!” He whines, rubbing the area you made contact with.
“Get out of here!” you whisper to him, despite no one being around you for probably miles out. “If they see us like this I’m totally screwed!”
He rolls his eyes, but still goes to stand up and get dressed again. “Oh, what? Embarrassed to be seen with me? Real original.”
Your eyes narrow and you cross your arms. “I am trying to make a good impression with my crew, and this—” your hands gesture to yourself and Buggy—“is not going to help that.”
Buggy holds his hands up in surrender. “Fine, fine. But you owe me one.” He begrudgingly begins to leave by walking backwards, his eyes on yours the entire time. “Next time we meet, I'll have you help me out with something.” He wiggles his eyebrows in a way that makes you want to cringe, yet you can’t find it in yourself to dismiss him completely.
You shoo him away, ignoring the way heat rises to your cheeks. “Maybe. Now scram.”
You see your crew approach just as Buggy is out of sight. Thinking about your encounter with him more, technically, your mission was a success. You’d call it a win in your books.
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Dear diary,
I arrived in Henford late this morning, and I cannot say that I am faring too well. Setting aside the fact that I've never set foot outside of Windenburg in my entire life, it is more or less my reasoning for being here that fills me with so much dread.
I met the man who I'm about to be married to, Mr. Caleb Wakefield. He arrived shortly after I departed the train, kindly introducing himself to me and asking if I needed any help with my bags.
I didn't say much to him, only politely nodding. He seems a considerate man thus far, I almost feel bad for being so cautious around him, but I cannot be faulted for that. The only men I have ever known are Papa and Edward, and they are both terrible, horrible people. Mr. Wakefield -- or Caleb I suppose, doesn't seem as such...but I don't want to let my guard down just yet. Even if he seems eager to know me, that could just as well change when he realizes I'm not the bold, bright woman that Papa surely made me out to be in his letters.
He apologized for how awkward this situation must be for me, and regretted that he couldn't give me a proper wedding, offering me instead a single daisy as a small token of his...well, he wasn't sure what, he just didn't want to come empty handed when he came to meet me. I must curse myself for my need to be so polite, for as much as I appreciated the gesture, I also couldn't bring myself to tell him that the flower's pollen had made me feel sickly.
That would just be rude of me, and it wouldn't do to insult the man who is about to become my husband.
Speaking of which, we are almost at the chapel now. Forgive my handwriting for being so clumsy, riding in a buggy makes it difficult to concentrate, and it doesn't help that I am so very nervous.
I pray that this all works out. Not just for my sake, but for Mr. Wakefield's. I truly hope that he won't be disappointed with me.
Signed,
Josephine Blythe
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rolled 9. drunk-inducing pollen spores
" ugh , another dead end , " buggy mutters to himself with a scowl on his face. coming to the maze was regrettable – he feels like he's been at it for hours , with no progress having been made. with a rough sigh , he turns around & heads the few steps back toward his previous path , only to come face-to-face with another as he's about to turn back around the corner. " don't bother. there's nothing there but dirt , " he offers gruffly. he laughs then , sudden & humorless though his smile gradually grows wider. " but hey , you're free to go look anyway though. because what do i know ? maybe i missed something. maybe there's a nice fairy at the end , waiting to whisk us back home. that would be something. "
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