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"Keep still for me love, it's hard enough that I have to do all my medical work and then take care of this whole ship on top of it. The least you can do is let me bandage your arm easily. Since some people want to sit back and relax all damn day.”
The acrobat in front of you feels his pale blue face flood with blood, making him match his name. Both from the honor of receiving a pet name from you, and the horror of what Captain Buggy will say about you shit talking him to his face.
He finches slightly despite your orders, sneaking a glance to his Captain as he reclines on the pale green cot next to his and…. Sighs longingly? Buggy doesn’t even blink at your clear dig at his lazy demeanor as of late, if anything, he’s just confirming your words!
Lavender hasn’t been part of the Big Top for long, but he’s beginning to understand how things work around here.
The week he arrived, you hosted a big party, to celebrate his addition to the ship, and also their escape from the Marines ship that had been following them. That night, you, the ship's medic, and Captain Buggy were inseparable. Buggy had spent every minute telling jokes in hopes to make you laugh. Or he was balancing wine bottles on his head. Or he was making an elaborate puppet show using his chop-chop abilities.
You seemed only slightly interested in all that he did, until eventually, you stood up, dusted off your outfit and said “Well Captain, shall we go to our room and celebrate privately?”
After that, Buggy did three backflips and practically flew out of the dining room.
Since then, Lavender has noticed that you’ve been paying less and less attention to Buggy. At first it was because he was in a great mood after your late night party, and poured all his time into working. Then he must have missed you or something, cause he started slacking off and hovering around the clinic more often, leaving you and Cabaji to fill in his place. Now, a full week later, all Captain Buggy does is follow you around while you ignore him.
“Maybe you should cheer him on! That might motivate him.” Lavender suggests, his voice cracking under the weight of his nerves.
You glance up at him, eyes cool, yet sharp. You smile at him in a way that doesn’t reach them, yet manages to make him shiver.
“And reward him for bad behavior? Don't forget that you’re new here, Lavvie. You have a lot to learn.”
Lavender nods his head quickly, deciding then to keep his mouth shut for the rest of his life.
“Were you talking shit about me just now?!” Buggy huffs from the cot, his head floating next to the newbie’s, causing him to jump.
“N-no Captain! I was just saying that maybe Mrs.-”
“No no no! I heard you loud and clear! You think I’m relaxing all day! That I don’t get anything done!? Well watch what I do to you and then call that nothing I dare ya!”
A hand flies between Lavender's face and Buggy’s, pressing against the former's nose in an effort to avoid contact with the Captain.
“I said, stay still. If you keep this up, I’ll have to have all distractions removed.”
You hiss, though your eyes are on Lavender, he can feel your words snake around to Buggy, who pouts and goes back to his cot with a grumble.
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That was the first incident.
The next was with Cabaji, the chief of staff, who had been insisting that he was fine. That “it was just a cough, and a runny nose, and an increasing fever, and tiredness.” Today was his last straw it seemed, when you walked into the Captain’s office and saw him asleep at the desk.
Cabaji wasn’t one for napping on the job, and with one hand against his forehead you realized that his sickness was too much to pretend to ignore. He probably wasn’t taking the medicine you gave him, so now it would take longer to recover.
Ordering two crewmembers to take him to your clinic, you grabbed the papers he was resting on and followed after them.
Now, laid out on the pastel sheets lies the chief of staff. His jacket tossed over the hanger by the wood door and a cool compress pushed his side part from his forehead to make way for healing.
“Poor thing, you must feel awful right now.” You coo, bringing a spoon to his mouth. He frowns at the clear liquid and groans in response.
Though it wasn’t the taste of the medicine that made him look so grumpy, it was his deep understanding of how much trouble he was gonna be in.
Unlike Lavender, Cabaji has watched this song and dance many times. It happens every few months, but always makes the crew dread the next time it will occur.
You start pampering everyone but the Captain. Helping out in the kitchen, hosting parties, giving out colorful bandages, smiling at their painfully awful jokes and even pretending to notice punchlines that hardly existed. All while slowly ignoring poor Buggy more and more. Though no one really pitied him since it was his fault to begin with.
Your sugary treatment always comes after Buggy has been a little harsh on everyone for too long. You decide to bring morale up on your own and be kind where he isn't. Then, because Buggy thinks that you should be treating him like that, he is even harder on the members of the Big top, making you double down on your favoritism.
This goes on until he spends all his time wandering after you, talking to himself about the curves of your body, mumbling about how nice it feels to have your eyes on him, and even coming up with poetry about the times you’ve spent together, both wholesome and painfully private.
“My nose may be red/But I'm feeling so blue/I miss rubbin’ your clit/I hope you miss it too” and more…
All while you continue to punish him for being mean to the crew.
It was an easy enough problem to fix, but now, as Cabajii sneaks a glance to Buggy who is sitting next to your expensive desk and staring straight at your tits. He wonders if this was part of the Captain’s plan.
Just then, the pirate in question snaps his gaze over to Cabaji. His face pulled into a scowl.
“You weren’t just looking at our darling medic’s fabulous cleavage just now, were you?!?!”
Cabaji feels his eyebrows raise as he tries to shake his head without disturbing the towel on top. Too tired from the weight of his sickness to talk back.
“YES YOU WERE!! I SAW YOU GAZING LOVINGLY AT HER WONDERFUL AND FLASHY BREASTS!” Buggy howls, standing up from his stool. “You think you can get away with ogling her in that way?!? You piece of-”
“Baji, I’ll be back to check in on you later. Sleep well and rest up okay, can’t have our chief of staff feeling under the weather for too long.” Your soft words slice through the Captain’s threats. The way you smile at Cabaji makes him flush despite himself, and nod at your orders.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Standing up, you walk around the desk to avoid Buggy and blow a kiss to Cabaji as you leave the room. If he wasn’t so busy chasing after you, Cabaji is sure the Captain would’ve thrown a fit about your gesture.
Buggy feels his cock twitch at the sight of your ass as you hurry to his office. It feels strange, leaving his dick in a box under his desk. But it's either that, or let everyone see his neverending boner.
He knows he should stop lashing out at his crew members if he wants you to quit this silent treatment. But stalking you all day is just too arousing to resist!
Every day, for the past week, he’s been fantasizing about all the things he’d like to do with you. When you were bandaging up Lavender, his mind wandered to what it’d be like to feel silk pressed into his body from all angles, holding him still as you suck him off, nice and slow, until he doesn’t even realize you’re edging him because of how much he enjoys feeling your lips on him to begin with.
And stupid Cabaji, outing him for staring at your tits. What he would’ve given to pull down your top and suck on your boobs till the sun sets. Or better yet! He could slip his aching length between them and use that pretty mouth of yours.
Maybe this is for the best though, surely there will be no pesky crewmembers in his office, and you’ll finally be forced to pay at least a little bit of attention to him.
Finally, you walk into the office and leave the door open for him to shut behind you, with a swiftness his detached hands pull out the tall leather chair for you to sit in. The sight pulls a soft whine from him as well as another twitch in his box.
It seems that the moon's light can't help but fall victim to your charm. It dives from the porthole on your left and casts an adoring glow over your chest, sneaking streams down to illuminate the curve of your waist and the gentle swell of your hips.
You always choose your tighter garments when you're fighting with him, but this ensemble is new entirely. The dress is your favorite color, and falls under the “sexy nurse” Halloween costume trope. With red piping and a generous cutout that showcases your breasts. Buggy is sure that you picked it out just to drive him crazy, and as he sinks into the plush seat across the desk from you, he feels its intended effects lead to a bead of precum spilling from his tip and onto the wood.
“Looks like we'll need to stop somewhere sooner than I thought..” You hum to yourself, your tone quiet enough that Buggy has to lean forwards to drink in each word. He watches as you bite on the end of the pen, your eyes glinting with concentration as you look over the papers in front of you.
He knows that he should be doing all that work, but how could he justify doing such a thing when you look so sexy doing it for him!
You've always been like that, going out of your way to do things for others and take care of them while you're at it. You're so attentive and caring, it sickens him.
It's not fair that such gentleness and charm should be shared between everyone you know! Those things should be ‘Buggy Only Actions!!’ Though he can hardly complain as he drools over the way your hands move across the parchments in front of you.
His eyes trail from your lips back down the length of your dress imagining how wet you must be under the fabric.
Everytime that you draw out this game, the more soaked your panties are when you finally give him the satisfaction of pleasing you.
his mind wanders the same way his eyes do, starting with your mouth.
What he'd give to have you on your shared bed in front of him, teasing his flushed tip with that tongue of yours
☆ (fantasy) ☆
“Go on my handsome clown, tell Mommy what you want her to do to you.”
Fuck. The mischievous gleam that would take over your gaze in those moments are seared into his mind like all the other sinful things you did.
Like licking a stripe up from his heavy balls to the tip again and lapping at the flow of precum he dripped. The way you’d take your time stroking his length refusing to push your lips further until he gathered the courage to say something.
He loved the way you stared up at him like prey before you, noting the heave of his chest as his voice quivered into something you could hear.
“Please Mommy, please more” He'd beg, a hand timidly stroking your cheek as you shook your head at him.
“More what, baby? grip?”
A squeeze on his length.
“More tongue?”
A swirl around his tip.
“Tell me exactly what you need my darling.”
He'd squirm in your grasp, unable to take his eyes off of you as he’d speak up again.
“More of you Mommy, please, all of it, your tongue, your hands, your voice…” He would trail off into a mess of moans as you provided on all fronts.
The room would grow hot and the air thin as he selfishly gasped out your name over and over. Drinking in the way you pleased him. Your tongue swiping against the underside of his cock while you cup his balls and use your other hand to intertwine with his own, like a sexy tether to the world.
“Mhnph, yes yes please faster Mommy!” he'd cry, his other hand finding its way on top of your head to guide you gently.
He'd shiver as you moan around his dick and increase your pace, spurring on his whines until-
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“If that's the case, then we'll also need more gunpowder.” You pout to yourself, pulling out a spare piece of paper to track numbers on.
Buggy huffs, blinking back into reality from his daydream.
“Do you plan on making more Buggy Balls this week, Captain?”
At first Buggy just sighs, soaking in the sound of your voice, then his own gets caught in his throat as he realizes you're speaking to him.
“What! maybe! why? do you want some? I can make four before the sun sets if you-”
“The sun has already set.” You deadpan. “Silly Captain, dumb as always. I should have known better than to ask you a question.”
You mutter something about idiocy, but the ‘Silly Captain’ in question is too busy soaking in your short-lived attention to take any offense. If anything he's just taking what you'll give him, and if that's insults, he'll gladly be an idiot for you.
You don't say anything else to him after that. So he falls back into his daydreams, this time focusing on the fantasies about your tits from earlier.
☆ (fantasy) ☆
“Yea Captain Buggy, you like using Mommy's tits like this?” You purred in his fantasy, Despite your claim, Buggy hadn't had a chance to make use of the pleasurable position you're in. You'd be between his legs, chest pressed against his hips, arms holding him down as you slowly moved up and down on him.
Boobs pressed together for his enjoyment and mouth dangerously close to adding to the pleasure that consumed him.
He'd trail his fingertips from your ear to the curve of your chin, eyes rolling back at the sight of your smile.
“Yes Mommy, I love it, love you.” He'd whisper, hips bucking ever so slightly. He couldn't possibly help himself, even his subconscious would want more of you.
“I love you too, Captain”
At the sound of his title on your lips, Buggy would whine. It was painfully ironic, you calling him such a thing while he's in such a vulnerable position underneath you.
The way you'd laugh at the sheepish way he watched you. The blissful tune making him buck up again with more purpose.
“Please Mommy, can I fuck your tits” He'd say, blinking down at you with his best puppy eyes. Then drinking in the giggles you let out in reply. You'd lift your arms up from him and then he'd start thrusting up into your breasts moaning at the feeling of you around him. Each push brought him closer to his climax. Then when he thought it couldn't get any better, you start sucking on his tip.
Lips and tongue wrapped around him, forcing his eyes to roll back as he bucked up mindlessly into you.
Then when he felt himself falling helplessly towards the edge, you’d pull back and smile at him with a shake of your head.
“No no Captain. Mommy didn’t say you could cum, did she?”
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This time, it's his dick thumping against the box that stirs him from his fantasies.
You tilt your head at the sound, but shrug it off as you swap the paper in front of you for another.
Buggy watches helplessly as you lift the parchment, obscuring his view of your face. You murmur softly to yourself as you read, and slowly you lift your other hand and slide it between your legs. The sight makes Buggy do a double take, he even goes so far as to rub his eyes to make sure he’s seeing correctly. But there's no mistaking it, you’re absolutely teasing your clit in front of him.
He groans aloud at the sight, feeling his cock thump against the smooth wood in the box. The sight seems inviting, but he wonders what you’d say to him if he tried to even speak to you right now. The safer option would be to dream about your pussy instead, and wait till you invite him to eat you out, or finger you, or to fuck you the way you like.
So he does, mind drifting off at the feel of your cunt when he finally sinks in.
☆ (fantasy) ☆
The obscene sounds that spill from the two of your connected bodies, from the sweat, your slick, and all the precum he’s spilt, mixing together with the whines and whimpers he lets out as you moan at the stretch from him.
What he’d give for the feel of your warmth around him, you’re always so tight it drives him crazy. As if all the time he’s spent inside of you has done nothing, cause each time he goes back it's like the first.
He can hardly hold himself up half the time with how perfectly you fit on him
He’d grab onto every part of you, hands splitting off so he can hold yours above your head, or play with your tits. The way your soft skin feels against his hands, free from his gloves just so he can soak you in without anything in the way.
Then there's the sight of you, there’s nothing Buggy loves more than watching your calm cool and collected demeanor crumble at the feel of his cock. Your eyes rolling back, you biting your lip, your nails digging into his back. All of it is proof that despite everything, you choose him over everyone else, every fucking time.
All that plus the way you speak to him when you finally give into your matching desires.
“Go on Captain, fill Mommy up.”
“Mmh Baby you feel so good inside me.”
“Looks like you are good for something after all.”
“Thats right, slut, fuck me juust like that.”
Each part adds to the experience, making every scoff, hard glare, and direct insult worth it. While also making him plan to never go so long without you again, each thrust is a promise in those moments. Though he can never remember what made you ignore him, he’s pussy drunk enough to think he’ll never do it again.
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“Now what do we have here?”
The excitement in your voice wakes Buggy from his daydream, and he’s sent straight into another as he watches you inspect the box with his dick inside it.
“Well, Captain?”
You hum, smiling as he swallows thickly. Your eyes trail down to his hands as they grip onto the arm rests of the chair.
“I! Well! You uhm you look really really sexy today.”
You nod slowly, laying your ear against the flat surface. Buggy whines out, certain that you can heat the throb of his cock from inside.
“Is that alll you have to say for yourself, baby?”
“Ffuck, no no I- I couldn’t help it. You’re so hot I can’t-”
You stand, bringing the box with you as you sit on the desk. From your perch, you can make easy eye contact with him, but he has to look up a bit at you. You could also kick him from the seat if you felt so inclined.
“Can’t help what? See, this is why I run everything around here. I wear one short dress and now you can hardly manage to put a sentence together.”
Buggy pouts, but you’re not wrong, and honestly that just makes him harder than he thought possible.
“I put it in the box.” He whispers, twirling a strand of his pigtail around a finger.
“Put what in the box, Captain?”
“....Guess..”
You lean down, placing the box on your lap and using a hand to pull his chin to look into your eyes.
“Did you really just say that to me, Buggy?”
“My Dick! Sorry Mommy, I ah- I put my dick in the box, cause I’ve uhm.. Been hard all day.”
You nod thoughtfully for a second, but then a smile breaks out across your face, followed by a series of giggles as you open the box in question, looking at the precum stains and the way it blushes at you.
Buggy wishes he could say he is ashamed about what he knows will happen next. But when greeted with the sight of your grin and the sound of your laughter.. Who could blame him for cumming on the spot.
“Ah shit Buggy! You got it all over me, what the hell!”
He is a little ashamed about the fact that your angry outburst made him cum again though.
Before you, Buggy whines, squirming against the chair, head thrown back chest heaving, hips bucking as if there’s anything to fuck up into. You frown, clicking your tongue and placing the box down on the desk besides you.
“You dirty slut. Looks like you owe Mommy a very big apology.”
At this, Buggy stirs, nodding his head instantly.
“Yes! Anything! I’ll do anything Mommy.”
“Lets start by getting you to the bed.”