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KYORAKU SHUNSUI

BLEACH: THE BLOOD WARFARE (COUR 3) EP. 09: Don't chase a shadow

Think you could do something platonic with Ler!Tsubakino and Lee!Sakura from Windbreaker, with the prompts 🧡 Always and Forever: “Look how red you are! How cute!” and/or 💚 Cutie: “You can't hide from me, I can hear you laughing!"?

I hope you're having a great day, make sure to drink plenty of water and take care of yourself! 💖

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GAHHH I LOVE!!! This was so nice to write!! I love Tsubakino, and Sakura is such a cutie! I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! ALSO- I decided to go with just Always and Forever for I wrote so many Cuties already- I hope that's okay!

Always and Forever: "Look how red you are! How cute!"

“I love your blush.” Tsubakino bluntly told him, making Sakura flush even redder. “It’s beautiful.”

“W-What? No, no the hell it’s not! S-Stop looking at it!” Sakura twisted around, hiding his face in his hands. Why of all people did Tsubakino have to be the one to point it out? Not that he was surprised when he really thought about it. “It’s awful!”

“It fits your namesake.” The older Bofurin member pointed out, giggling when Sakura ducked more. “Look how red you are! It’s so cute- and a great shade on you!”

“God, would you stop?!” Sakura twisted around with a shout, only to find Tsubakino no longer standing there. “H-Huh?”

“Testy, aren’t you?” They cooed from behind, and Sakura squeaked when he felt fingers press into his ribs. “Does it really bother you when I point out your blush?”

“Yehehehehes! Ehahhaha, it’s ehehehembaahhaharrasing! I knohohohw hohohow rehehehd I gehehhet- doohoohohn’t keehehep ahahahknohohohwleging ihihiihit!” Sakura cried, giggling against the fingers gently tracing his torso. It was so feathery and soft- like Tsubakino wasn’t thinking much of it, but damn if it didn’t feel like hell! “I hahahhahate ihihihit!”

“Hm.” The older member mused, tapping their painted nails into Sakura’s waist. “Do you really hate it? I think it’s incredibly endearing. But if it really bothers you, I’ll stop teasing you about it.”

“Tehheehehe-rehehahhahally?” Sakura caught his breath when the tickles came to a momentary pause. “Fohohor real?”

“If you genuinely want me to stop, I will.” Tsubakino sounded so sincere, it hurt a little. Sakura sighed as he leaned back into them. “Oh?”

“I don't...hate it I guess it just makes me feel…erm, vulnerable.” He blushed at his own words. “Like…you guys can tell how I actually feel, and that scares me a little.” He was glad Tsubakino was behind him. He was also glad when their fingers resumed their earlier tracing, the touch ticklish but comforting, encouraging his words. “Y-You doohon’t have to st-tohop, reahhally. I thiiihnki I just rehehact dehehefensively by inshshinct.”

“Ah, I see.” Tsubakino mused, soft in their tone. Suddenly they hugged Sakura from behind, turning his face cherry red. “I’m so grateful for you, Sakura! You’re sharing how you feel with me! I feel honored.”

“You sh-shouldn’t! Gah, that’s too mu-uhuhuhuch!” Sakura squeaked when the fingers dug in, making him laugh loudly. “Cohohohome ohohoh, whhahahat hahahpenened to ehhahahahrlier?”

“Do you want me to be soft?” Tsubakino asked, and when Sakura nodded, they adjusted accordingly. “Thank you for being honest. I appreciate you doing so.”

“Whahahtever. I juhuhust don’t wahhan’t to be lauauaghing thahaht hahard right nohohohow.” A few more soft giggles came out, but Sakura was starting to relax against Tsubakino’s embrace. If he were being real, it was rather nice to be held in their arms. Like having an older sister to watch out for him. “Thahanks, sis.”

Oh shit, that slipped. Sakura went pale, freezing all over as he felt Tsubakino stiffen behind him. “Sorry-”

“SAKURA!” Tsubakino all but wailed, picking him off the ground and spinning him around. “Oh my darling Sakura! You’re so sweet! WAHH!”

“God, cahahalm down! Thahhat was a slip of the tohoohngue!” Sakura couldn’t help but laugh, still a bit shaken by his slip of the tongue but happy to know it went over well. Maybe he could get used to this.

GUYS.

I LOVE COOKING ISEKAI / FANTASY.

Like “Delicious in Dungeon”, “Campfire Cooking in Another World with My Absurd Skill” (isekai-ed me would’ve liked that skill lol), “Isekai Izakaya Nobu”, etc. I LOVE THEM ALL.

ALSO LIKE. So much of the food in BotW / TotK look SO GOOD. I’ve made & tried some of it as I’ve mentioned. But things like the “Crab Omelet with Rice” (which I’m 99.9% sure is a dish called “tenshinhan” in our world) is something I’d love to try!

(For comparison — second image is from Just One Cookbook, one of my go-to’s for Japanese home cooking. Might have to try her tenshinhan someday! I can’t wait to make her oyakodon tonight - it’s one of our favorites!)

I swear. Food in anime & games. Like all the recipes in BotW / TotK, PKMN Sword / Shield’s curries (playing that game makes me crave curry rice so bad!), Legends Arceus’ potato mochi (still gotta make that!), & so much more!

If I ever make that cozy witchy RPG someday (aka when I take that leap & also recruit people who know how to do all the technical stuff lol), I SWEAR: I am putting all the delicious-looking, cozy foods that’d make anyone want to run to their kitchens to make them, too!

AHHHH!

Okay. Just wanted to geek. Thanks for letting me geek 🤣

Most of my thoughts are positive.

However, one of my favorites, of the kind of silly thoughts I had, was that del Torro’s adaptation of The Creature is (for a solid portion of the mid part of the film) a literal Disney Princess.

This comes complete with: befriending a deer, feeding said deer berries out of his hand, and then going to live with some mice friends in a random attic while receiving wisdom by a lovely old little old man.

Therefore, I might/ must draw The Creature as the beautiful princess he is.

How will I do this?

Which era to set it in?

Haven’t decided yet.

Casual Thing Pairing: OPLA!Buggy x Reader (afab) Rating: Explicit Words: 3200

Summary: Reader and Buggy have been hooking up, and today is no different. Reader works on Buggy’s crew and after rehearsals Buggy wants to enjoy his little plaything.

Note: established ‘relationship’, blowjob, fingering, vaginal sex, objectification, Buggy calls reader a lot of names (nearly all of which are degrading) in case that’s not ur thing. It’s just smut, no plot!

(Can I offer you some porn in these trying times?)

AO3 Link 

You pulled at the ropes to the sails, yanking in tandem with your crewmates, furling the sails so the ship wouldn’t go too far off course while the majority of the crew was at rehearsal.  

“Hurry up! You’re already ten minutes late!!” Buggy barked, pacing behind them as they worked. No one dared to mention that Buggy never had to be on time. Everyone worked on Buggy time; they would perform when he was ready, and wait patiently when he wasn’t. And apparently they were ten minutes late to Buggy’s impatient schedule. 

The muscles in your arms flexed, straining against the heavy weight of the sailcloth, gripping the rough rope tightly until the pirates on the mast could tie it closed. Buggy stood right behind you as you huffed and struggled, the extra attention making you sweat even harder. He didn’t say a word to you, but you could feel his eyes on you. The feeling of them, of his proximity, made all the hairs on the back of your neck stand.

Recently the two of you had been messing around, nothing too serious, but it was happening more frequently. At first it was every once in a while, usually when the ship was docked and re-supplying. Then it was after successful raids. Then it was after a night of drinking. And then on any day when it wasn’t sunny. And then it seemed random, Buggy’s disembodied hand pulling your arm down the hall of the ship to a supply closet, to his dressing room, to the bottom of the ship, to his Captain’s quarters.  

You had slept so infrequently in your own bunk that your roommates were becoming suspicious. But thankfully no one had mentioned anything to you yet. They knew you were sneaking off to sleep with someone, but if they knew who, they were smart enough not to mention it. But you were sure everyone knew at this point; Buggy lacked any kind of subtlety, despite his attempts to be so. 

Once the sail was secured, everyone scrambled to the tent, yourself included. You rushed past Buggy, whose hand followed you and squeezed your ass, making you yelp, but you kept going, trying to pretend nothing happened, your face heating as you heard him cackle behind you.  

Real subtle, Captain.

You got ready with the others, changing your shoes to your more sturdy and flexible flats, which was better for tightrope work. Buggy burst into the tent, already shouting at people as he walked by them, making his way to his throne so he could keep an eye on everyone while they practiced. 

Usually rehearsals started with warmups, then people would do their specific routines, and then it would be a full show run-through. All in all it probably took about three or four hours, depending on whether or not Buggy wanted to interrupt to lecture or re-arrange certain acts. So you did your stretches with your fellow tightrope and acrobatic performers, glancing every so often at Buggy, who, once again, was unsubtly watching you. You tried not to let your pleasure show at having his attention, but you couldn’t help the small smile growing on your face as you continued stretching. Even if you guys were just fucking, it felt special to have him watching you like this.  

And if you bent your body in a more appealing way, if you pushed out your ass more, pushed your breasts together and leaned forward so Buggy could look down your shirt while you went through practice and rehearsal...well...it was all just a coincidence. Buggy couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, unusually quiet for a normal rehearsal, but no one was complaining. In fact, everything went so smoothly that it finished earlier than normal, everyone mulling around, wondering if they could leave early until Buggy shouted at them for standing around, ordering them to clean up and get back to work.  

The tent cleared out at record speeds; no one wanted to stick around in case he changed his mind. You started packing up too, changing out of your shoes, ready to follow the crowd but Buggy’s hand tugged on the back of your shirt, pulling you away from the rest of the crew filing out of the tent. You followed the hand, letting it guide you to the darkened edges of the tent until his arm shot out from between some crates and pulled you to him. 

He backed you into the corner of a stack of crates and boxes, keeping you hidden from view. Buggy kissed you hungrily, his hands going straight to your hips, pulling you against him. You melted at his touch, kissing him back with as much fervor. He licked your mouth and you opened, your tongue pushing against his and he groaned, grabbing handfuls of your ass to grind you against his hard cock. He kissed along your jaw to your ear, lightly nipping at the lobe, making you shiver.  

“Y’feel that, you fucking tease?” His hot breath tickled your ear, and he thrust against you, rubbing his erection against your hip. You whimpered, nodding once, your eyes sliding closed, getting swept away by the feeling of him as his hands travelled up to your breasts, lightly squeezing them.  

He sucked marks into your neck as he circled your nipples through your shirt. You shivered at the pleasure shooting through you, your underwear becoming sticky from his teasing. He sucked harder, fingers still playing with your chest, making you whine. 

“You want more? Beg me.” His voice low, commanding, his slick lips tickling your neck. 

“Yes, please, touch me more. Please, Captain.” You begged, giving him what he wanted. He groaned, rubbing his straining erection against you. He ripped off his gloves and reached under your shirt to touch your breasts, pleased to find you weren’t wearing a bra. 

“Little slut, always ready for me to take what I want.” His lips found yours again as he pulled at your nipples, swallowing your moans. His fingers circled and played with your breasts and the teasing starting to be too much; your pussy was aching, you need to be fucked, desperately. 

“Buggy.” You moaned against his lips. 

“Yes. Say it. Say my name.” He said hurriedly between kisses, swiping his tongue into your mouth. 

“Pleeease.” You whined, gasping as he pushed your shirt above your chest, bending down to run the flat of his tongue on your pebbled nipple. “Buggy.” You gasped, your hands shooting to his grip his shoulders as he sucked, his teeth grazing the soft flesh of your breast.  

“I need you inside me.” You panted, biting back whines and moans, hands clenching hard into his stiff coat. 

He huffed against your breast, kissing the soft flesh before standing to pull you back against him, kissing your lips. He slid his hands into your pants and underwear and slowly pushed them down as he ravaged your mouth. You held onto his arms, breaking away from the kiss to catch your breath, soft sounds escaping from you as his hands cupped your bare ass.  

“You me to fuck you, whore?” He asked with a smug grin, watching your eyes, and leaned forward to be right in your face, “earn it.” 

You shivered, mouth gaping as he pushed against your shoulders, forcing you down onto your knees. You looked up at him, feeling exposed, half naked, slick and aching, clenching around nothing as he pulled his cock from his pants. He stroked himself a few times, giving you a half grin, slapping his cock against your cheek. Your eyes slid closed, your lips parting, ready for him to push his cock into your waiting mouth. 

“Ah, ah, ah.” He reprimanded, grabbing your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks, forcing you to look up at him. “My little plaything has to work for her reward.” 

“Yes, Captain.” You mumbled out, his hands pressing your cheeks hard enough that it was difficult to talk. 

“Go ahead, show me how eager my whore is to please me.” He let go of your face, letting his cock bob freely in front of you. Your cunt clenched at the sight of it. He was thick, uncut, proportional to his body, curving very slightly upward, the pink head of him glistening with pre-cum. You swallowed hard as your eyes met his. He was leering at you, and your attention was caught once again by his cock that he wiggled at you.  

You reached forward, placing a soft kiss on his leaking tip, licking your lips to taste bitter salt. You licked his head, swirling your tongue and wrapping your lips around him to suck lightly, lovingly. He groaned above you, a hand resting on the back of your head, not yet pushing you onto him. You eased your way down, licking him as best you could as you pulled him deeper into your mouth until you went as far as you could go and used your tongue to press and stroke the thick vein of his cock. Buggy’s breath came more heavily, softly muttering things you couldn’t catch, but whatever he was saying it seemed like you were doing a good job. With one hand on the shaft of his cock, you bobbed on the top half of him, using your tongue to massage his head whenever you could while your hand lightly twisted and pulled him with the movements of your mouth. 

Buggy’s voice turned more whiny, higher, huffing and praising you. “So fucking good. You love my cock, don’t you? You’re so pretty like this. So so good, sweetheart.” He was babbling at this point. You melted at his appreciation, his praise. Part of you wanted to make him cum like this, down your throat, or maybe with your mouth open and tongue out so he could see himself making a mess of you. But the other part of you needed him inside your cunt. You shivered at the thought of it and moaned around him. He moaned in return, pushing against the back of your head and moving his hips forward.  

“Take me deeper.” 

You obliged, relaxing your throat to swallow him all the way down to his base, your nose pressed firmly to the front of his unzipped pants. You couldn’t do much when you had him this deep, it was already taking you a lot of focus just to not gag and choke around him. You pulled back slightly to take a deep breath through your nose and pushed forward again, swallowing around him. He groaned above you, putting both hands on your head and he gave short quick thrusts into your mouth, making you gag and choke. You had to pull off of him, coughing with tears in your eyes. He knelt down, both of his hands still on the sides of your face, and pulled your saliva covered lips into a messy kiss. He trailed kisses up your cheek and over your eyelids and you sighed in pleasure. His warm lips felt so nice on you skin and you hummed as he kiss your lips once more. 

“You’ve shown me what a good whore you are. You still want my cock, sweetheart? You still need me to fuck you?” He teased, biting at your jaw and nibbling your neck. You let out a pathetic little noise, nodding as he licked your neck. “Say it” he growled against your skin. 

“Please fuck me, Buggy! I need it, I need you.” You pleaded, trembling with your desire. He let out a shuddering breath against your neck and bit down, sucking harshly at the skin, making you keen. 

“Of course, anything for my pretty toy.” One of his hands reached between your legs, two fingers gliding against you, playing with your clit. You gripped his shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug, gasping and whimpering into his ear as he rubbed quickly, the sensation too much, too fast. He chuckled into your hair, his hand gliding through your folds to press a finger into you. You moaned, dropping your forehead to his shoulder, gushing as he pushed his finger in deeper. It felt so good, but it wasn’t nearly enough.  

“You’re so wet for me.” He murmured, his voice low and deep. He pushed a second finger into you, your pussy squelching loudly as he thrust them into you. “How do you want it, sweetheart? How do you want me to fuck you?” 

You swallowed hard, your skin tightening, making your hairs stand on end. “Please, anything, just need your cock, Buggy.” You begged, kissing his neck, rubbing your head against his shoulder. Suddenly you felt his arms reach under yours and pull you upward. You yelped, grabbing onto whatever you could reach as you felt weightless for a second. He kissed your cheek and turned you around to lean forward on a stack of boxes. He stood behind you, leaning over top of you, and lifted your shirt to kiss your back as his hands reached under you to fondle your breasts. His cock rubbed against your ass, and he tried to slide it downward against your folds using his hips. His cock kept poking against your asscheeks and you could feel the pre-cum smearing against your skin. You reached behind you, helping to line him up as he continued to play with your tits. He wasted no time pushing forward once he felt his head breach your entrance. You both groaned loudly and your eyes fluttered closed at the satisfying feeling of him filling you. 

He gripped your hips and started a quick pace. You gripped the box you were leaning over, your knuckles white, a continuous whine leaving your lips, like he was fucking it out of you. Buggy slapped your ass and you clenched around him. 

“This cunt was made for me. My perfect little fuck-hole.” he panted, picking up his pace. 

“Yes! Just for you, only for you.” You hurried out breathlessly, trying to stifle your cries of pleasure. 

Buggy’s hand slipped under you, playing with your clit as he fucked you. He pinched and rubbed you, making you jolt and squirm. You dropped your head against the box with a thump as he started rubbing in faster circles, his fingers slick with your arousal. You lifted your hips to press further against him chasing after the pleasure building in your core. He leaned over you, pressing deep into your pussy and circled his hips, his thick cock stretching you, his fingers on your clit never stopping. You shuddered, your jaw hanging open, brows furrowed in concentration, clenching hard against him, so close to your climax. He groaned against your back, nipping your skin and then left open mouthed kisses between your shoulder blades. His forehead rested against you as he shallowly thrust into you, his place slowing down immensely. You pushed back, trying to get him to pick up the pace again and he chuckled, standing up from you, letting you fuck yourself back against him.  

“Mmm, you should see this view.” He husked, grabbing your ass, squeezing and spreading your cheeks. You moved faster, your ass meeting his hips sharply, trying to chase after your denied orgasm. He started to meet your movement, thrusting into you until he was gripping your hips and fucking you in earnest. He pulled your hips up, making you arch your back and stand on your tip-toes, the new angle made you see stars, and you cried out as he hit you just right.  

You reached a hand down to bring yourself over the edge, but he batted it away and circled your clit with his own fingers instead. You let yourself get carried away, the build overwhelming you, this was in his hands now and you felt like you were coming up to something big. You trembled, clutching at the box beneath you, his fingers and cock working in tandem, his hot breath fast and washing over you, everything pushing you closer and closer until it came crashing over you. You clawed at the box, unable to stop your moans and sobs of pleasure, Buggy’s name tumbling from your lips, thanking him, praising him, as you came hard.  

“Fuck! Gonna fill this greedy little pussy.” He grunted, his jaw clenched. He pounded into you wildly, his grip on your hips bruising. He moaned loudly as he came after you, his hot cum filling you, your fluttering cunt milking him. You cursed breathlessly, your cunt clenching and twitching on its own, as if trying to swallow up every last drop that Buggy gave you. 

You were barely able to hold yourself up, black spots dotting your vision, and it didn’t help that Buggy was now fully resting on top of you, your sweaty bodies making your skin stick to each other. His arms wrapped around you and held you tight, his hips pushing hard into you, lifting you slightly while his cock was still so deep inside, making you groan, your walls still sensitive. He kissed your shoulders, his lips and nose dragging over your sticky skin. 

“That was amazing, sweetheart.” He panted, rubbing his cheek on your back, his stubble scratchy, but not unwelcome. 

“Mmm.” You agreed, too fucked out to say much of anything. 

His hands gently stroked your sides as he slid out of you and stepped away, leaving you to hang over the box. You could feel his cum beginning to ooze out of you and you felt him spread your lips to watch. Your cheeks heated with embarrassment and you hid your face in your arms, but there was something about him wanting to see how he filled you, how he marked you, claimed you, that made that little spark of arousal curl through you again. 

“I don’t think I can walk.” You slurred, slowly standing up, your legs trembling. With one arm to support yourself on the boxes, you tried to reach down to grab your pants and underwear, huffing in amusement as your clothes kept slipping through your fingers. 

“Looks like I played with my toy too hard.” Buggy rumbled behind you, pulling you flush to his chest, kissing the top of your head. His hands detached and he pulled up your underwear and pants for you, patting your pussy before returning his hands to his wrists. He turned you in his arms, holding the majority of your weight, and pressed a kiss to your forehead, looking down at you, his fingers on your chin. You noticed his own clothes were already back in place, albeit a little disheveled, and his makeup was smeared around his mouth. There were red hickies along his neck and jaw which were beginning to darken.  

He scooped you up into his arms, grinning at your momentary surprise, your eyes widening and hands shooting out to grab onto him. You smiled up at him once you realized what was happening and reached forward to give him a kiss. You felt him smile against your lips and he kissed you back, making the kiss filthy by licking into your mouth, tasting you, feeling you. You moaned into his mouth, your hands wrapping behind his neck, holding him tightly. 

“Let's go back to my room before I bend you over these boxes again.” He huffed against your cheek.