#wind breaker tickling

[tastybluesprite]

Too High Strung

Wind Breaker!!!! Raaagghhhh I love this anime!!!! Sakura is literally adorable, he needs tickles. Hope you enjoy this lee!Sakura fic I made since there doesn’t seem to be many fics for Wind Breaker.

Summery: Sakura is too high strung

Warnings: Light swearing? Also this is a tickle fanfic so if that’s not your thing then feel free to keep scrolling.

Sakura yawned as he leaned his two toned head against the playground jungle gym.

“Damn it, why are we just sitting around? Shouldn’t we be protecting this town?” He protested with annoyance, glaring a bit.

Suo let out an amused huff. “Relax will you? We do protect people in this town, but it’s not like there’s always going to be a threat. Sometimes it’s okay to just wait around and relax.”

Sakura just frowned more at that. Wait around? Relax? That’s not his thing. He was starting to get really antsy and restless. He needed to punch someone. To fight someone.

“Oh come on is it really that bad Sakura?” Nirei sighed a bit with a smile as he bathed under the sun, kicking back against the jungle gym on the ground. “You should really learn to lighten up yknow.”

“Shut up!” Sakura snapped at him as a light blush appeared on his cheeks.

Suo smiled. “You really do need to lighten up Sakura. It’s not healthy to be so high strung.”

He gently nudged Sakuras sides playfully, hoping to inspire him to be more lighthearted. But what he got instead was a small squeak and a blush.

Oh?

Suo slowly smirked. “Something wrong Sakura?”

Sakuras eyes widened and then glared. He slowly stumbled back a bit. “N.. no! N-nothing! Just… don’t touch me!” Sakura protested, trying to glare more threateningly. However the effect was ruined by the red color creeping up his neck and face.

Nieri grinned, having picked up on what just happened. “Well, well, well… the tough, cold and aloof Sakura Haruka has a weakness after all…” he slowly approached the heterochromatic boy also.

Sakuras face burned brighter and hotter as he glared more. “Shut up! I do freakin’ not!”

“Well if that’s true then this shouslnt bother you then, hm?” Suo got close as well as Sakura tried to back away from the two.

“G-guys… wh-what are you doing? G-get away! Stop it!” He protested nervously. He wasn’t used to people being so close to him.

“Wait for what Sakura, hm? What’s got you so nervous and defensive all of the sudden?” Suo grinned more.

Suddenly, Nieri grabbed him from behind, hooking his arms under Sakuras armpits. This effectively pinned his arms back and left his entire torso completely vulnerable.

Sakuras eyes widened as he squirmed and writhed against Nieris hold violently. Suo however got right up in his face and began gently pinching up and down his sides.

“Come now. Did you really think we’d leave you alone after finding out that you’re ticklish?”

“I-I… m… n-not…!” Sakura managed through his clenched teeth, the blush intensifying on his face. He was trying very hard to force the laughter down. He refused to break like that. He did not need to give people more ammunition for teasing and making fun of him.

Suo grinned. “That so? Then you wouldn’t mind if I did this right?” Suo squeezed up and down his sides now, making it harder for Sakura to ignore the tingling of his nerves being lit up. He could only squirm around in place hoping to dislodge the fingers with his body. But he wa practically immobile.

Suddenly Suo found his ribs, squeezing there. Sakura let out a slight whine and arched his back.

“Oh? This a good spot then?” Suo teased with a smirk. He gently dug his nails into his ribs, and that’s when Sakura finally broke.

“N-nAHahahaha SUhUhuHoHoho dohoHohohont!!!” He cried out in protest, squirming around desperately under the offending fingers.

Suo just grin. “You have a nice laugh Sakura.”

Sakura was a furiously blushing mess at this point.

“Shuhuhut uhuhuhup!!!” Sakura cried as he kept twisting around his torso and kicked out his legs a bit. Nieri had quite a strong grip on his arms so Sakura couldn’t bring them down.

Suo decided to take full advantage of Sakuras helplessness.

He found Sakuras lowest ribs and drilled into them, in which Sakura let out the most adorable squeal known to mankind.

Soon Suo found his armpits, gently digging his fingers into them, and Sakura bursted into hysterical cackling.

“Oooo… someone’s super ticklish here…” Suo teased, honing in more on the spot.

“SUHUHOHOHO YOHOHU AHAHAHASS!!!” Sakura cried out as he violently writhed around in Nieris hold. They had never seen him this hysterical, and frankly it was quite amusing to the other two.

Soon Sakura managed to gather enough strength to kick back at Nieris legs which made Nieri stumble enough for him to be able to get loose.

Unfortunately Suo was faster and he tackled Sakura to the floor before he could really get away.

“You’re not getting away that easily.” Suo grinned down at him. He started attacking his tummy now and Sakura fell back into his fit of loud and hysterical laughter. He was weakly pawing at Suos hands but it was no use.

“Awe how adorable… look at that Nieri he can hardly fight back…” Suo grinned, finding this rather endearing.

Suo also couldn’t help noticing something rather odd. Not once during the entire thing did Sakura say “stop.”

Suo slowly grinned. “Tell me Sakura. You like being tickled, don’t you?”

Sakuras cheeks flared up even more red in his laughter as he struggled against the tickling.

It wasn’t until Suo found the deadly spot right around towards the back of his middle ribs. That spot seemed to be quite the killer, because as soon as Suos gently digging fingers trailed to those areas, Sakura exploaded with wheezy laughter.

“S-STOHOHOHOP STOHOHOP NOHOHOHOHAHAHA!!!”

No matter how much Sakura pushed and pawed at Suo, the eyepatched boy wouldn’t let up.

It was only until Sakuras laughter started to crack and go audibly in and out that Suo decided to finally stop.

When he did, Sakura was left panting breathlessly on his back.

Nieri frowned with some concern.

“You okay Sakura? I hope we didn’t go overboard…”

Sakura let out small giggly sounds. “Ihihill gehehet yohohohu bohohth fohor thihihis…”

However deep down Sakura couldn’t help the fluttery and light feeling in his stomach and chest. He felt… really good. God knows the last time he’s felt this carefree and happy.

He supposed that maybe a little break wasn’t such a bad thing afterall.

Thx for reading! ❤️

#sprite🥤 #wind breaker #wind breaker tickling #sakura haruka #ticklish!sakura #lee!sakura #suo hayato #nirei akihiko #ler!suo #ler!nieri #tickling #tickle fic #sfw tickling community #sfw tickle blog #sfw tickle fluff #sfw tickle fic #anime tickling

[smilingangel582]

Hey! Hey! I'm starting to like the anime "Wind breaker" lol!

I wanted to write but I'm so clueless... so here is something random! Teehee!

Ps. His flustered side is adorable!

(Warning spoilers for Windbreaker)

Suo's magic

"Sakura-san really wants to fight Suo-san... right?" Nirei sighed.

Suo gives a gentle laugh as he sits on the bench of the park after patrolling. The trio happened to be on break, and Sakura insisted he was bored walking the same empty path.

In the evening... what could possibly happen?

"What? I'm curious how Suo actually fights... like that time..." Sakura grumbled under his breath, folding his arms. Suo casually had his arms behind his back, still smiling.

Sakura raised an eyebrow at his silence, prompting him, "So? Do you wanna spar with me or what?"

Suo chuckles softly at that and begins to stand up, "Well, I guess just this once... but be warned...Sakura-kun, you might like how I fight you"

Nirei anxiously said, "S-Suo-san? D-don't go overboard..."

Suo nodded with a smile while Sakura looked serious, scoffing, "Please, the weakling you faced is nothing like me... I can parry you easily"

For a moment Suo froze before dashing with speed. True, Sakura is faster and manages to block and catch up to the eye-patch's speed. Nirei looks taken aback at this display, jotting down notes.

"Not bad... not bad" Sakura smirked, having the time of his life. Suo, despite being backed a bit, smiles in a calculative manner, "Hm mm~ not bad Sakura-kun, no one has ever countered my attacks before... your strong..."

Sakura felt the strength of Suo, and he began to step up confidentially. Suo is actually strong, and he likes how their combination working.

"However..." Suo suddenly said, quickly getting behind Sakura, "Shall we talk about how you get flustered so easily?"

"H-huh?" Sakura stumbles at this and feels Suo swipe his foot under him but with good flexibility and reflexes, Sakura dodged and backed a bit, flushed a little "I-I do not!"

Suo hummed teasingly, now lunging forward, "Really? But... your face is just like cherry blossoms when you get shy and cute like that..."

Nirei could see this isna tactic, and Sakura blushes furiously at each playful tease flinged upon him. This made Suo tackle him by pinning him down and teasing him. It did make him slip and fumble a few times.

"Ugh! Y-you cheater! Take this!" Sakura snaps, and surprising them all, he flips his position down, pinning Suo under him instead. Heavily blushing but trying to seem intimidating and dominant.

Staring for a moment, Nirei gasped in amazement, writing more on his notebook.

Suo chuckles, "As expected of Sakura... your tough... even for me..." he adds as he slowly crawled his fingers towards Sakura's waist."But... every strong guy has a weakness..."

Sakura was about to question until he felt a tingly touch on his ribs. He gasp "H-hey! What are you...?"

"Oh?" Suo ushers playfully, each word makes his fingertips travel up his sides, "Are...you... ticklish? Sa-ku-ra-kun? Mm?"

"Gah! N-no!"

"Hmmm~ really?" Suo experimentally dug to his armpits.

With a high-pitched giggle, Sakura doubled over and suddenly toppled to the side away from grappling as Suo takes this chance to mercilessly tickle his armpits, "Oh wow, this is a bad spot for you, Sakura?"

"Ack! N-nohoho!?"

"No? So then I can not keep on touching there?"

Amidst Sakura's panicked and angry cackles and struggles, Nirei noted down, murmuring, "Ah ha... Sakura's weakness is his armpits... It's good to know he's ticklish... but is that all?"

Suo laughs, still tickling, "Oh very true... but he's too cute as well..."

Sakuta squirms violently when Suo assaulted his belly, "Oi! No more! Assholes!

"Say you lost... Sakura-kun?"

Sakura shrieks as Suo goes deadly mode with the armpit tickling, "Say it, and I will consider!"

"Never!"

Suo smirks, digging into Sakura's neck now, massaging more forcefully for a tickly sensation.

With a loud shriek, Sakura squirms and began to tear up... "Ahhh NOHO! N-NOHO MORE AHAHASSHOLE!"

"Hm... whats the magic word, Sa-ku-ra~?"

Aghast and irritated, Sakura whined in loud sputtering laughter, "Aah! F-fine fine! Y-you win you wihiNIHIN!"

Sakura feels Suo let him up from the torture. His face is as red as cherry blossoms.

Nirei gives a snicker to tease Sakura, "Sakura-san you've a nice laugh..."

Sakura grumbles angrily, fuming and ears turning red, "Shut up... never again! N-never again am I ever fighting with you! Asshole!"

"Aww, are you mad? It's so adorable, Sakura-kun..."

"S-shut up!" He repeated again before turning his back to them, embarassed and fluatered

Seeing Sakura storm off, Suo smiles and winks at Nirei, "I got a lot more to do to catch up to him, Nirei-kun"

***************

Hope it's good! I rushed it a bit, sorry!

#tickle fic #cute #wind breaker #wind breaker tickling #lee!sakura #ler!suo #nirei #sakura haruka #suo hayato

[intheheartofarainbow]

A REMINDER TO ALL TICKLE WRITERS

Make sure to back up your fanfiction somewhere else other than tumblr (e.g. deviantart/AO3/offline/g-docs/wherever), so in case your blog got deleted/hacked/banned (I hope this never happens), you still have your masterpieces with you.

Please don't ever feel insecure with your fics... I've seen so many talented writers "delete their fics/account, because they feel that their fanfiction wasn't good enough"... trust me, no matter how "bad" you think your fics are, there are somebody out there that think your fanfiction is their treasure, and would be heartbroken once they find out that you deleted all of it... so please, don't delete your fics huhuhuhu <3 they're precious, trust me!

#tickling thoughts #wind breaker #tickle content #tword community #lee #ler #tickle art #tickle scenarios

[otomiyaa]

Nirei's Discovery

Sakura ft. Nirei & Others

A/N: Another fic that spawned on the road (I mean, flight). I can't wait to explore Tumblr and check out all the tickle fics for this lovely series, I expect to find some or else I'll be very disappointed

Summary: Sakura always gets angry really fast and has a habit of handing out punches. Nirei discovers the perfect way to deal with this... (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 1.5K

It was just another day at Bofurin. Nirei was just returning to the classroom after taking a piss, only to find Sakura yelling at Sugishita. Of course he wasn't surprised.

"Say that again! Say that again, I dare you!" Sakura yelled, making himself big in front of the taller guy and making a funny scene. Nirei studied Sakura's movements.

No idea what happened here, but... If he was correct....

"HOW DARE YOU IGNORE ME?! I said say that again!"

Right! He was correct! Like expected, Sakura made his hands into fists and raised his arms, ready to go in for a punch. Typical!

"Like that'll even hurt." Sugishita turned away from Sakura, not even impressed and being obedient towards Umemiya by not fighting right now in the classroom.

"HOW DARE YOU UNDERESTIMATE ME!" Sakura made a move to punch, but thanks to analyzing and predicting Sakura's movements well, Nirei managed to join in at the perfect timing and...

"WAHAHH!" Bingo. He had wanted to try it out for a while now, and now was the perfect chance. It worked. Tickling Sakura's exposed underarms made him lower his arms right away, and he turned around, blushing angrily.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" he barked, his face totally red. Nirei smirked at him.

"Ticklish. Noted," he said.

"YOU....!" Sakura glared at him, then glanced at Sugishita and the others present before stomping out of the classroom, completely embarrassed.

"I'll get you for this!" was the warning he shared before he left. Nirei cocked his head.

"Did he mean me?" he asked. He just took out his notebook to literally make the notes, and Sugishita stood next to him.

"I think so. What are you doing anyway?" he muttered. Nirei smirked proudly and turned his notebook around to show him.

"My notes! I think I discovered the way how to deal with Sakura-san and his temper. You know how he tends to raise his fists whenever he gets angry? Well, I thought this gives the other the perfect chance to tickle him. He'd lower his arms right away again without picking a fight."

"I see," was Sugishita's short reply.

"Of course he has to be ticklish for it to work, and it did. I just tried his armpits, but I wonder about his sides and tummy. Want to help me find out?"

"Find out what?" They looked up to see Suo enter.

"Suo-san! Hello!" Nirei greeted merrily. He then turned around his notebook to show him as well.

"I was showing my notes about Sakura-san. I found out how we can calm him down if he wants to start a fight at a bad time."

"Tickle him." Sugishita spoiled it with his blunt comment, but Nirei didn't mind.

"Right! Tickle him! It's like, when he gets angry and raises his fist like he often does," Nirei said, and he demonstrated by doing it himself.

"Then this?" He was a little surprised that Suo would tickle him out of the blue like that, and he jumped it with a loud shrieky cackle, dropping his notebook and almost falling backwards, but Suo caught him again.

"Oops, sorry about that hehe. But I see, that sounds like it could work. Is he ticklish though? Probably not as ticklish as you are."

Nirei flinched when he made a move to tickle him again, but it was only a teasy fake attack, and he giggled nervously.

"He ihihis! I just tried it."

Suo hummed. "That's brave of you. Ah, so that's why he was all red. I ran into him in the hallway. He must've been embarrassed. So, what did you need help with?" he asked kindly.

Nirei smiled gratefully. "It worked but... Sakura-san may have been surprised, rather than ticklish. I would like to reconfirm it. I also don't know whether he's ticklish in other places. So to finish my notes, I uh..."

"Got it. I'll help you. Let's find him, I think he was heading for the bathroom just now."

Nirei was surprised that they immediately jumped into action. Even Sugishita joined, probably to make sure they weren't going to make a mess or disobey Umemiya.

"What are you guys doing?" On the way to the bathroom, Hiragi joined them.

"Hiragi-san. We're going to test out Nirei-kun's discovery."

"What discovery?" Hiragi asked while Nirei blushed, feeling flattered to hear it get explained like that.

"You will see. Come with us." And so Hiragi was added to their party as well, and with Suo in the lead, they went to the bathroom where Sakura was most likely hiding in embarrassment.

When they arrived there, they heard the sound of running water and also, hehe, angry Sakura noises.

"Ridiculous. How dare they make a fool of me like that. Next time I'll be sure to -"

"Sakura-kuuuun! Come on out, don't waste all our water!" Suo called out, and Nirei was amused to hear Sakura squeak in surprise. The water stopped and he came out of the bathroom, his face wet from the water and waving his hands that were still dripping wet too.

"What now?!" he yelled, seeing the four of them wait for him outside the bathroom.

"Are you here for a fight? I sure as hell can handle y'all WEEEELL!" Sakura did not seem to anticipate that Suo would test Nirei's theory right away. He tickled both Sakura's sides as soon as he raised his fists.

"Ticklish sides, confirmed," Suo reported to Nirei who quickly took his notebook again to make his notes.

"WHAT!" Sakura shrieked, and he looked at them with wide eyes, that cute blush still on his face.

"Oh. I see how it is," Hiragi said, catching on quickly. Sakura immediately turned to glare at him and stomped towards him next.

"You see what! Don't you dare laugh at me-EEEP!" Sakura couldn't let go of his habit that quickly, so as he raised his fists to hit Hiragi in the face, Hiragi quickly reached down and tickled his tummy.

"I'm not laughing, you're laughing," Hiragi said dryly.

Sakura immediately fell forward against him, a series of loud giggles escaping his lips.

"Tummy. Ticklish..." Nirei muttered in awe, scribbling in his notebook. But to his surprise, more laughter could be heard now. Hiragi was tickling Sakura's sides without stopping this time, making him cackle involuntarily.

"Not such a big mouth now, huh?" Eeep, it seemed like Hiragi was enjoying this way too much! How was Sakura going to get over this and - oh! Suo was joining in!

"Leave some for me too!" he chirped, standing behind Sakura, and he started to tickle his ribs, making him laugh even louder.

"Y-you guhuhuuys ahahare idiahaha-idiots! Stahahap thahahat!" At first, even Sakura's giggles sounded angry, and Nirei couldn't help but add 'angry laughter' to Sakura's skills.

Then, even Sugishita stepped forward, a scary smirk stretching his lips. With two people cornering and tickling him, Sakura's fate already looked pretty harsh, but now that Sugishita joined in and completely caged him in, he really had nowhere to go.

As soon as Sugishita started to tickle Sakura's tummy, he really became one hysterical and giggly mess, it was quite adorable.

"HEHEHE! NAhha- dohon't you dahahare!" He flailed his arms, but Hiragi caught one arm with ease. Sugishita the other. Suo kept both hands available to tickle Sakura mercilessly, grinning and humming while he did it.

"This is fun~ Great discovery, Nirei-kun. So now that we're at it, let's start with an apology for yesterday's fuss. And the day before yesterday too."

Pffft. Suo was hilarious. Not a day, or even hour would go by without Sakura making a scene somewhere. At this rate, they had a lot of apologies to get, and in turn, Sakura had a lot of tickling to endure.

"HAHAHA! NEVEEHEHER! WEheheh!" Only more laughter, no apologies. Heh. That was to be expected.

"This will take a while," Nirei said with a smile, and he squeaked in surprise when Umemiya suddenly stood next to him.

"That looks fun! What's happening here?"

Sugishita immediately stopped tickling Sakura and jumped back, intense as always.

"Umemiya-san! It's not what it looks like!"

"To me it looks like a tickle fight. I want to join," Umemiya said, and he looked surprised when Hiragi stepped away to reveal that the person laughing and giggling hysterically just now, was none other than Sakura.

"Little brother! Waaaaii!" Hiragi and Suo casually stepped back, and Sakura could barely move a limb before he was simply tackled down by Umemiya.

The next moment, more of that contagious laughter could be heard as Umemiya tickled him cheerfully, and at this point Sakura's laughter didn't even sound angry anymore.

"He's never sounded so cute and innocent before," Suo commented, and Nirei nodded.

"Right?" he giggled.

"Don't let him hear you," Hiragi warned.

"Why? Won't we just tickle him if he wants to hit us?" Suo giggled.

"Yeah," Sugishita said, and Nirei couldn't stop smiling. He felt like his discovery really was changing the vibe at Bofurin, and that he was able to contribute well to their community, which automatically meant, to the safety and well-being of Makochi. Success!

#wind breaker #sakura haruka #nirei akihiko #tickling #tickle fic #lee!sakura #otomiya!writes

[kingkatsuki]

— the ties that bind

I just needed to get this out of my system, because after catching up to Wind Breaker I got this idea in my head and I just hope it makes some form of sense outside the horny.

Endo would offer anything to Takiishi to make him happy, including you.

Pairing: Endo Yamato x Takiishi Chika x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, angst, toxic!unestablished relationship, power dynamics if you really squint, threesome, one!sided feelings (on yours and Endo’s part), dirty talk, m!masturbation, fingering, double penetration (cock and fingers in your pussy at the same time), creampie, cum eating, cunnilingus.

Word Count: 2.4k.

You’re not even sure if Takiishi truly loves you, or whether you’re just another pawn in his sadistic game of chess. Manipulating you would be easy anyway when you’re so desperately in love with him.

“You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” His thumb tugs at your bottom lip as you instinctively tilt your head, pathetically offering yourself to him as always. The option is his to take, his decision as always, “Anything.”

“Yes, Chika.” And perhaps he likes you because you always tell him exactly what he wants to hear.

Takiishi smiles at that and indulges you. Taking pity on you this time as he leans down to capture your lips in a fiery kiss, cradling your jaw in one of his palms as you feel yourself leaning into his touch. You like it when he’s like this— it allows you to trick yourself into thinking everything is copacetic.

“Is that good?” His lips curl into a smug grin against your lips. Already certain of the answer, though he’d never want you to lie to him.

And it is good, the lustrous euphoria that clouds your thoughts and leaves you in a delirious stupor. His balls are snug against the swell of your ass as he works to carve your cunt into the shape of his cock. Grinding against you as the coarse hairs at his base tickle your clit and have you clenching around him, sharp nails digging into the base of his skull as you pathetically writhe beneath him.

“Oh, fuck,” You sound out, chasing his lips. His mouth swallows the sound as he repeats the motion, delighting in the way your walls clench around his cock, “Chika.”

Takiishi pulls back to watch you now, drunk enough on the pleasure that crystalline tears clump in your thick lashes and your lips pout in a needy whine. The sight is completely debauched as he reaches out to palm one of your bouncing breasts, catching your nipple between his index and middle finger as he squeezes softly.

“You really are perfect, huh?” He continues, shaping his hand against the curve of your chest, grunting when you clench around him in response.

He’s like a drug, intoxicating and so damn addictive that you can’t stop yourself from coming back for another hit. His hands scorch your skin as he palms your breast, rutting into your warm cunt as his cock curves towards that sweet spot inside you.

He’s nothing like the man that everyone else gets to see, the strongest man in Furin's history. When you have him like this it’s easy to convince yourself that he’s something more— this soft side reserved just for you as he holds you in his arms and tells you he loves you. Except, he’d never say those words to you, would he?

“Told ya she was,” Endo smirks from behind you, and you’re brought back to your sickening reality.

It’s his fault you’re like this, after all.

“I thought she’d make you happy.” He scoffs, and you’re reminded of your stark reality, the real reason why you’re here, “I picked a good one, huh?”

Takiishi doesn’t answer, but instead gives another rough thrust into your tight cunt. Enough to have you crying out as Endo shamelessly flops down on his side onto the bed beside you, resting his head on his palm as he reaches out to pinch one of your taut nipples. His cock bounced from the movement as you noticed the globs of pre beading at the engorged tip, an angry pink that flushed down the length of him. Swollen balls, bulky and ready to give everything they’ve got to give to the man in front of you. Endo wrapped a calloused palm around his cock as he gave himself a lazy pump, smearing the opaline moisture along his length for lube as he pressed his thumb against his slit.

“She was a good choice.” Takiishi grunts, readjusting himself as he curls his hands beneath your thighs. Changing the angle as your walls clench around him, admiring the scars and welts that pucker against his chest.

And Endo delights in the praise, as though it was directed towards him. When the saccharine look in Takiishi’s eyes told otherwise— his softened irises almost convinced you that he cared.

It’s always been difficult to ascertain when he’s being deceptive but just as he enjoys playing this twisted game, you’ve started to play too. Like a pawn whose only task is to protect the king, you’ve set your pieces up to guard your heart. Terrified to admit to him how you feel, although you’re certain he can tell. He’s always been perceptive, after all.

“I’d do anything for you,” Endo continues stroking his cock, squeezing his palm around the girth of it, “You know that.”

And once again, that’s your stark reminder that none of this is real.

Takiishi had told you he cared for you before. One night below the stars when you were alone together, sharing a split bottle of whisky as you felt the breeze whip at your ankles. He’d only allow himself to be vulnerable when there was no one else around, no distractions. Or as vulnerable as Takiishi was capable of being, you supposed. But you wondered if he’d say the same to Endo when he was in the same position, all doe eyes and soft smiles as he cups your beating heart in a calloused fist and squeezes tight.

Endo always said Takiishi was a blazing inferno that consumes everything it touches indiscriminately, without a care for others. And that was probably why you’d both be going down in the blaze. Fooling yourself into believing that you would be able to avoid the fire when you should’ve known it was destroying you from the inside.

“You like that?” Takiishi murmured, “You like me fucking you into the shape of my cock?”

But maybe you were just as sadistic as them, indulging in the pain laced with such frivolity. Letting them use you however they see fit, under the guise that they actually care about you— that they love you.

“Yes,” You whined, trying feebly to match his pace. Wanting to prove to him that you were the right choice, that you’d do anything to make him happy. It disgusted you how much you’d bend your back to appease him, how much you were willing to give of yourself to receive next to nothing in return. You could only blame the pleasure clouding your mind for so much before the lusty fog cleared to a haze of realisation.

“Good girl.” He liked that answer, he always did.

Takiishi rewarded you with a particularly harsh thrust, as he pulled his hips back enough to drag his drenched cock from your silky depths before plunging it back in with a sudden rut.

“Her pussy sounds so fuckin’ wet.” Endo smirked at the lewd sound that filled the room, “She’s so noisy.”

“You always take me so well,” Takiishi murmured so softly, you’d mistake it for kindness. Smoothing a palm against your pelvis as he felt for his cock inside you.

“Yeah, and she likes it,” Endo scoffed, “Just look at her— you like being stuffed full, huh?”

He reached down to press two tattooed fingers against your puffy clit as you gasped in pleasure. Arching your back into his touch as Takiishi continued his rough pace, fucking you higher up the mattress from the ferocity of his thrusts as his red hair cascaded around him.

“Bet Chika’s stretching you out,” His fingers continued lower, spreading into a V on either side of Takiishi’s cock as they squeezed softly. The heel of his palm was now flat against your clit as you watched Takiishi’s eyes roll in pleasure, manicured nails digging into the plush of your thighs as he sought his high.

“This is the best gift yet, right Chika?” Endo grins, “Isn’t she the best gift?”

“Yeah,” Takiishi smiles down at you, and it has you falling even deeper, “You did good.”

Endo practically keened at the praise, a garbled sound akin to a whine slipped past his lips as slender hips bucked into his closed fist. And while Endo would say Takiishi is the king in this twisted game, you know him better. He’s like a rook, moving straight across the board to strike down every dispensable shield you’ve placed to guard your heart as he gets in through a hole in your defences.

“Fu-uck,” Endo groaned when he began to press two of his tattooed fingers into your warm, wet cunt above Takiishi’s cock. Feeling the stretch between your thighs as you writhed against tousled sheets, immediately clamping down in defence.

“Relax.” Takiishi smoothed a palm along your sternum, feeling the harsh doldrums of your heart as though on command you released the breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding.

Feeling Endo wiggle his fingers inside you with glee as the pair moved in tandem, calloused pads hitting the spongy spot inside you with each flick of his wrist as the blunt head of Takiishi’s cock carved your insides into the shape of him.

“You’re so big, Chika,” Endo continued, a groan vibrating low in his throat as he felt you tighten around him, “Are you gonna cum?”

The question wasn’t directed at you but the coil inside you wound tight, leaving you teetering on the edge of your bliss as you waited for something to have you free-falling.

“Shit,” Takiishi rasped, practically curled over you as his hips jerked, his pace faltering as he felt the pleasure building between his thighs.

“Fuck,” Endo growled, a toothy smile spread against his cheeks as he pressed harder against your g-spot, “Fuckin’ cum for me.”

It wasn’t directed at you, but the command had you convulsing, dipping into a high crescendo as you met your climax. Your walls fluttered around the two men as pleasure consumed you. White spots blurred your vision as you barely made out the feeling of Endo ripping his fingers from your warm cunt and moving his hand, still soaked with your slick, to Takiishi’s heavy balls. Moulding them beneath his fingers as he worked to push him over the edge, sitting up on the mattress to get a front-row seat at the debauched view in front of him.

Takiishi was wordless as he came, a guttural grunt forced from deep in his chest the only sound as he fisted the sheets on either side of you. Endo’s hand still milking his balls as he pumped white, hot spurts of cum inside your spent cunt, coating your velvety walls with his release.

“You’re so pretty when you cum.” Endo cooed, watching as Takiishi pulled out of your pulsing hole. His cock glistened with your essence as you left creamy pearlescent rings around the base of his cock.

Takiishi pulled back to assess the gape he’d left between your thighs, watching your hole pulse as it pushed some of his spend out of your abused hole. His cock bobbed in the air as he readjusted himself, reaching out to swipe two fingers against your messy folds to push his load back inside you. Offering the digits to you after as he smoothed them against your glossy lips like a man offering someone a chance to sample the sweetest ambrosia. And you took it gratefully, rolling your tongue around his fingers as you tasted the bitterness of him.

“Clean her up,” Takiishi commanded, pulling his spit-soaked fingers from your mouth as he wiped them against the side of your cheek, “Then you can have my cock.”

Endo gave his cock a final tug before moving his sticky hands to your thighs. Slipping his palms beneath the curve of your knees to manhandle you roughly, as though you were nothing more than a doll. And in reality, that’s exactly what you were— a toy for them to play with when they both got bored.

Your aching thigh held upright as he pushed your ass in the air, your back off the mattress as he pressed the flat of his tongue along your creamy slit. Collecting the cum that your fluttering walls had pushed out of you that drooled down towards your asshole as he cleaned you up.

“You taste so good,” He groaned, greedily pushing his tongue inside your stretched hole to slurp at the mixture Takiishi left behind as his nose nudged your overstimulated clit.

It wasn’t for your pleasure, it rarely was when it came to Endo and yet he still managed to have your eyes rolling back in a matter of minutes as you trashed against the dirty sheets.

Takiishi sat back to watch like he always did, his cock still half-hard and glistening with your slick. Just another part of the vicious cycle that you found yourself in, match after match in a sick game where he always came out as the victor.

Your hand flew out to card through Endo’s messy hair when you felt his teeth nip at your folds in his urgency, crying out as he shot you an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, baby,” He cooed, his voice laced with condescension, “I thought you could handle it.”

This wasn’t for your pleasure, it was for his. And yet he still had the coil inside you snapping as he forced you into another gratifying climax. Crying out as your entire body shook from the intensity, your nails stretching against his scalp as he pulled away with glee. Your juices drooled down his chin as he looked to Takiishi, not to you.

“It’s my turn now, yeah?” Endo licked his lips with glee, shamelessly ogling Takiishi’s cock, “You can fuck me, if you want—”

And once again you were reminded of the real reason why you were here, why Endo had picked you in the first place. Another twisted idea is to try and give Takiishi the best time of his life. To prove his love and devotion to a man who would never give him the same kind of reward.

The cloudy lust-filled haze that shrouded your mind now transforms into an almighty storm that has thunder and lightning crashing down around you. Ruining the perfect fantasy you’d concocted and convinced yourself was real.

For now, you were just another player in their sick and twisted game. Because they both want everything from you, but they give you nothing in return.

#Yamato endo x reader #chika takiishi x reader #Yamato endo smut #chika takiishi smut #Yamato endo x chika takiishi x reader #wind breaker smut

[toadallytickles]

NEST 2024 + Gatherings Going Forward (again)

Attended my 4th NEST this year! This is just a quick point-form summary as I’m still dropping and wanted a write-up before I fly out this weekend to see my moms!

Perhaps I wore my “tickle me I’m cute!” shirt on Friday- and perhaps it got me pinned and gang tickled by 4 friends UGH- I haven’t been gang tickled since last June which is WILD honestly. Kinda hoping wishing this June it happens again 👀

Learning that it’s okay to let people touch me. 🙄😒 From my past writing “AUNT 2024 + Gatherings Going Forward,” I shared that I’ve denied myself from playing with friends until everything felt perfect, but recognized that I set the bar way too high and that maybe I just fear that “awkward first session” because I’m really awkward with touching and this fetish. At NEST this year I’ve allowed friends I’ve met and connected with at previous gatherings to tickle me in the con-spaces to break that touch barrier in a fun, familiar way for everyone. I also let myself engage in pick-up sessions with friends to get that “awkward first session” out of the way! I had to reassure myself throughout the weekend that it was okay that they were touching me, and they were touching me because they wanted to~.

My nesting partner is choosy about the gatherings he attends as he wants to focus on those he has connected with already, and can find gatherings overwhelming at times. This NEST made me feel similar- I want to continue attending gatherings, and I love meeting new people, though going forward I’m going to focus on regular attendees and friends I know from previous gatherings. There are a lot of regulars and mutuals I would love to get to know better and potentially play with- I’m just really awkward and don’t know how to approach people, and in turn I feel I accidentally give off a closed-off vibe. I would like to be part of my friends’ friend group, I just don’t know how to integrate! NEST going forward, I would love to volunteer and help out more to continue making the gathering the best it can be!

Oh, I had my first Wawa experience! I tried their Caramel Cookies and Cream Frozen Cappuccino, IT WAS SO GOOD, Starbucks Frapps could never. definitely kept me up way past my bedtime! 😋 Also the mascot is a (Canada) Goose because Wawa was originally a dairy farm in Wawa, Pennsylvania, and the Ojibwe word “we’we” means “Snow Goose.” Now I need a Sheets experience~.

I got to try out @ticklingduck's vibrating tickling rods! @mister-ttt and I did record content including them! They are like a small Pursonic (without it stopping after 2 minutes~)! 😏 I also BOUGHT ONE!! 🎉 @ticklingduck's socials: Etsy, Twitter, Tumblr.

Wore my Geurdo Link cosplay on auction night, even though I was not participating in the auction, and I was extremely shy so I just sat in the audience and didn’t really show it off LMAO!! (Still editing the tickle video featuring this cosplay, previews are in the NEST Server and on my OF~).

I’ve had the literal pleasure of forming a play partner dynamic with a local friend, and he has really built up my confidence, self-esteem, and has helped me be more self-sex-positive. It was exciting to carry that sex-positivity into some sessions this weekend, and I learned that I really like being consensually sexually violated by friends.. 🥴💦 don't look at me.

This weekend really validated my growth and boundaries. Finding this gathering somewhat personally hard to navigate because I wasn’t meeting my exact wants (a me-issue, not NEST's), that helped me recognize that I’m not the same person I was at my first NEST and other 2019 gatherings, and that I’m truly growing. I wasn’t able to navigate NEST like I did in 2019, so now I know I’m on the right path and know what I’m exactly looking for.

And finally on the last day of the gathering, I’m sitting in the lobby in my lazy travel fit, not showered, sporty wind-breaker, capris, my glasses, pink paw print socks + sandals of course, and a guy I’m pretty sure was not part of the NEST group asked me if I was “Kyle-“ and there were other men around. I say no, and guy just wanders back to where he came from. Assigned Kyle at NEST. I have not felt gender euphoria in a long time. 🥹

anyway, the end. looking forward to the next gatherings~

#hi I'm never here but I'm doing really well! just lots going on in the in-person scene so I'm active there! #I still pop in from time-to-time. But I'm definitely happier in-person. #Thought I'd share my NEST 2024 experience as Fetlife got this! My AUNT 2024 is on my Fetlife too! #Anyway- I hope to see lots of familiar and new faces at NEST 2025~! I'm hoping to do lots of volunteering at future NESTs and events! :) #my posts #NEST #NEST 2024 #tickle gatherings #my writing #tickles #text

[sunnyangy]

Hey! Can I request Umemiya x Reader (Wind breaker) where he sneaks her up Furin rooftop to look at his plants but they ended up falling asleep and got walked in by someone. Make it cuddly and fluffy. Thank you :)

Rooftop hangout 🍃

- Umemiya 🌱

During Umemiya’s patrol outside in the city, he spotted his girlfriend helping an elderly woman cross the road. His smile automatically went up, as he quickly excused himself from his group and went to you by behind. He grabbed your waist, screaming « Boo ! » against your ear, laughing as you screamed and shook your hands. He held you close, nuzzling his face in you neck as he kept laughing, and you turned around.

« Ume ! You bastaaard you scared me ! »

He laughed even more as he kissed your forehead over and over, mumbling excuses as he hugged you close. He then held your hand and walked back towards his group with you, his thumb brushing against your skin. He looked at the boys, and made a gesture for them to stay silent about it. They all nodded, keeping their mouth shut about the apparent couple. After his patrol, they walked back to Fuurin. Umemiya and you sneaked by behind, going into his office while hiding from all the gazes. You made it up there without anyone seeing, and he closed the door behind you with a smile. As soon as the door closed, Umemiya grabbed your cheeks, pulling you towards him as he leaned down to give you a big kiss, pressing his lips against yours lovingly. He gently moved his lips, grabbing yours as his thumbs brushed against your cheekbones.

«  Finallyyy ! » he said, as he was waiting for that smooch since he spotted you outside.

He immediately pulled you with him on the rooftop, towards his plantations. He started talking about them, explaining what everything is, what they need, what they can be used for, and all of the things he knew about it. You listened to him with great attention, happy that he was sharing his passion with you. You asked him questions, which he was always so happy and proud to answer. After a while of you helping him with his plants, you put your gardening gloves down. You decided to grab the water hose, and aimed it towards him, splashing him with water. He screamed and laughed as he turned towards you, and ran after you. Of course he grabbed you quickly, his arms around your waist blocking yours as he kissed your neck and held you tight, his nose brushing against your skin and collarbone, before tickling you. He also grabbed the hose and splashed you too, smirking as he got his revenge on you. He then turned it off, laughing as you were soaking wet.

« You look like a puppy that ran in a pond » he said with another laugh, before he went to grab a towel in his office. He came back to you and gently dried your hair with it, and made you walk back in his office. He gave you a sweatshirt of his that he left on a chair, and put your shirt to dry outside. He then ordered some McDonalds for you two, and you ate on the couch, watching some series on the TV in a corner of the room. Umemiya had an arm around you, caressing your arm and your head, playing with your hair. He kept kissing your temple, your cheek, your shoulder, anything he could put his lips on. He held you close to him, even with the heat. But after a moment, he felt you relax in his arms, and when he looked down, he saw your closed eyes, your chest rising up and down slowly. He immediately turned the sound down a bit, and brushed a strand of hair away from your face as he caressed your cheek. He leaned down to give you a gentle kiss, with a happy and fond smile.

« Sleep well, princess.. »

He then continued to watch his serie, but after some minutes, without realizing, he fell asleep too, your breath against his neck like a soothing lullaby. You both laid down, because he couldn’t stay sat anymore, and slept against each other, the TV still playing in the background.

But, Sakura wanted to come and ask Umemiya for his vest that he lost a few hours ago. People told him Umemiya found it and had it, so he just entered as he heard the TV and thought Umemiya wasn’t working on anything. But when his eyes laid on Umemiya, he saw he was snuggled up with a girl, his arms around her and his head over hers, sleeping comfortably. He felt his love alarm go out immediately, babbling incomprehensible words, getting mad at Umemiya for just being like that, and even at the chair that he bumped into when he wanted to run out, his cheeks as red as the tomatoes Umemiya grew outside.

None of the two lovebird woke up, still sleeping, nuzzled in each other’s embrace.

First of all, I want to thank everyone for 60 followers !! I’m happy everyone appreciate my writing, and I hope i’ll improve :)

I also appreciate a lot that other WB writers talk to me !! i’m glad i can be included in the fandom 🤍

also i hope you appreciate this one, i hope it’s cuddly enough ! <3

#anime fluff #fluff #wind breaker #windbreaker #windbreaker fluff #hajime umemiya #windbreaker umemiya #umemiya fluff #umemiya hajime x reader

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event v2024

Alright let's start off with the primary points:

1 - You do NOT have to give to get.

2 - You do not have to get to give.

3 - Read everything, there's quite a few moving parts =D

Things You Can Do During This Event:

1 - Request a story from me (see the end of the post for the format!)

2 - You can give me a gift! (see "Gifting Quin" below!)

3 - Reblog this post to be entered into a raffle!

Details below the cut!

Raffle Prizes!

-:- 1,000 words of anything you want (within reason) - can be a one-shot, can be a demand for a specific title (make me work on that title you've been dying to read more of). Just has to be One Piece related.

-:- OC Cameo - I'll plunk your OC/self-insert into a story (that is not the Host Club AU ^^; )

-:- I'll draw something for you \o/ I'm not great, but hey, free art xD

Gifting Quin!

❤️ - Pin 5$ to my shirt - it's a local-ish birthday tradition.

❤️ - Share one of my stories and leave a comment \o/ You can do this whenever, but it really makes my day, so have at!

❤️ - Gift me a story, or some art 😳🥰

Ideas (please do NOT send me saucy stuff on anon or if you're under 18):

1 - Draw a scene from any of the stories you've liked! 2 - Draw Quill - by themself, or with you and/or your OC, or a One Piece character \o/ Quill can be a boy, girl, or whatever mix tickles your fancy. Have fun =D 3 - Draw what you see when you think of "Reader" for any given story. 4 - Re-write a scene for a story =O How would you tell me that scene? 5 - Write me a one-shot using the prompts below 😇 6 - Free form a ficlet, drabble, head canon, series of bullet points with ANY anime character and either a "Reader" or Quill =3 Spread your wings beyond One Piece (Wind Breaker, YYH, FMA, MHA, Habin hotel, etc - go wild 🥰)

Feel free to ask me ANYTHING if you're unsure of something

Birthday Bash Requests \o/

Finally, the part you've all been waiting for XD

*** Anon Requests Will be SFW only ***

-:- Give me some reader vibes as applicable (gender/height vibes) -:- Give me a blorbo (or blorbos) - One Piece only please ❤️ -:- Pick something from each of the lists below and then submit your ask! (any items not specified in the ask will be my choice 😇 cause it's my birthday celebration XD )

Pick 1 Vibe: SFW SFW dark SFW Yandere Blorbo NSFW Consensual NSFW dubcon/dark NSFW Yandere Blorbo NSFW noncon Writer's Choice (please include squicks if you pick dark or dub/non con options)

Pick 1 AU: Canon Universe Mafia AU Fantasy AU Cowboy AU Government Mandated Marriage AU Soul Mates AU Modern AU Hallmark AU Mythical Creatures AU Vampire AU Coffee Shop AU A/B/O AU Monster AU (you can say what kind of monster you prefer) BDSM AU Host Club AU Grandline Metro AU (Quicksand, A Light Touch, Heart of Gold, Thrice Prophesized are set in this AU) Writer's Choice (spin that wheel!)

Pick 1 Prompt: Angst / Bad End Aphrodisiac - sex pollen, drugged food, struck by needle, devil fruit Bath/Shower/hotspring Body writing (icing, ink, blood, etc.) Caught in the Act Contractually Obligated Creature x Human Date / First date Dungeon Erotically charged fight Experienced w/virgin Forced Proximity - box, flight, cell, bondage, get-a-long shirt Friend’s hot older sibling Fuck or die Lazy morning sex Long-Term Established Relationship Only One Bed Outside Pliant When Horny Role-play Roughed Up Size Difference (I write this a lot, but I do love it.) Soft/Comfort Sugar daddy/mama The hat rule They were… coworkers/neighbors/etc. Trapped in a Room Trying Again (exes getting back together) Unresolved sexual tension Wounded Writer's Choice

***Requests will be accepted from 6/1 - 7/10 - and posted from 6/1 - 7/31***

Gifts are accepted from 6/1 until whenever \o/ Don't feel pressured to get them in by 7/20 🥰

#birthday request event 2024 #june-july event

[astralis-is-typing]

⚝fic type: one shot as part of the weeknd series

⚝genre/contains: nobility!au, duchess!reader x viscount!taehyun, angst, fluff ending, established relationship, allusions to cheating

⚝word count: 3k

⚝warnings: arranged marriage is discussed, character death (not taehyun or reader), depictions of parental neglect.

⚝synopsis: the blazing love that you and taehyun nurtured in the quiet space of your library meets an unexpected dilemma when he finds out you are engaged to someone else. your relationship with him was already the talk of the town considering taehyun's of a much lower social rank than you. he had his insecurities, but never expected such a betrayal. should he have expected it?

You burst into the library, huffing as you moved through the aisles and made a beeline for Taehyun’s work desk. It was turning out to be a hot day, and the afternoon light filtered through the translucent dome ceiling, bathing the large space in an orange-tinted light. Taehyun looked up from the books strewn across his desk as you approached him, big eyes glimmering as they always did when graced by the sight of you. A welcoming smile stretched across his lips as he stood to greet you; no matter how long you two were together, Taehyun secretly doubted he’d ever get over the giddiness of seeing you.

He had grown used to your fuming form over the past few weeks following the demise of your father. It wasn’t sadness; you didn’t mourn your father for very long– the two of you barely had a real connection. This moodiness had to do with the domino effects of his passing.

Neither of your parents had a sliver of parental care in their body, not a single bone if genuine affection for their own children. You and your siblings were little more than property to them– meant to be paraded as trophies when they needed to impress their peers, and then disregarded once more as soon as you got home. Since you were the first born child in your family, your mother had been pressuring you to become more serious about your impending ascension to a duchess. It was something you’d always detest… being the automatic inheritor of a role you did not want, simply because you were born first.

Your escapes to your library had become more frequent; after every meeting with your mother, you’d come seek solace in your favourite place– and in your favourite person. This library, with its high ceiling and large windows, brought so much light into your life– both literally and metaphorically. Its warm stone walls were your security, and the books within strongly reflected your heart’s desires, opinions and way of thinking. You often fought the temptation to simply lock yourself up in here for days on end, with no one but Taehyun and your handmaiden to know where you had escaped to. The urge was especially at the forefront of your mind on days like this, when your mother’s stern insistency got under your skin and you felt that you were a mere string puppet while other people controlled your life.

Taehyun didn’t pry today, but judging by your behaviour he figured your mother was trying to convince you to do something you didn’t want to.

He guided you towards the bay window behind his desk, the soft strands of his hair tickling your temple as he leaned down to plant a lingering kiss on your cheek. The two of you loved sitting there during your down time. When Taehyun wasn’t working, and you weren’t swamped with your tutoring and duties, the two of you spent hours on end seated at that bay window together. It provided such a clear view of your estate– it’s sprawling fields and the trees that lined the eastern perimeter, acting as a wind breaker to shield your abode from the treacherous winds that sometimes swept over your region.

Taehyun regarded you for a moment before speaking, leaning against the curved wall framing the window as he tried to gauge what the crease of your brow indicated. He was always mindful of how he approached these types of discussions, weighing his potential approaches. It never failed to amaze you how thoughtful and perceptive he could be, particularly now when you were being bogged down by so much pressure.

“Penny for your thoughts, my dear?” he finally asked, sitting beside you and directing your attention towards him. The two of you would both sit with your backs pressed to the walls behind you, and have your legs meeting at the centre of the seat, pressed against each other from the knee downwards. This way, you could hide a sketchbook in your lap and draw your lover without him noticing. Unfortunately for you, Taehyun’s eyes were far too attentive to miss that and you were never very subtle to begin with, but it was a fun game all the same.

It took a moment for you to meet his gaze, to be present in this moment with him rather than worrying about your future. Your mother’s latest ‘suggestion’ had been her most outrageous one yet. It was only a matter of time before the whole ordeal blew up in your face if you didn’t find the will to tell Taehyun about it soon.

For now, you groaned and slumped into his side. “I’d rather not talk about it.”

“That’s alright,” he said easily, gently pulling you to him and wrapping a hand around your form. You curled into him, body now on top of his. You sighed in content as he soothingly ran his hand up and down your arm. “What would you rather?”

“This is enough for now,” you assured him, making yourself comfortable.

This is how life always was with Taehyun. The warmth and consideration your lover held for you overwhelmed you at times. It wrapped around you, so that no matter the season, you were constantly blanketed in its radiant grace.

Taehyun was the son of a viscount who your father, the duke, had a great rapport with. Once Taehyun had completed his schooling, your father convinced him to help your family manage your library. Taehyun was neat, precise and simply meticulous in his work. As you spent most of your time in the vast library, and always had since you were a child, you and Taehyun became fast friends. Your friendship bloomed into more after a nearly a year of playing hide and seek with your feelings for each other. And now– another two years later, the two of you had a solid relationship.

The affair was already scandalous; because the title of a viscount was lower in rank than a duke or duchess, marrying Taehyun would diminish your own social standing. You found yourself caring less and less about that fact every day you spent curled up in your library together, hidden from the world and your impending responsibilities as a duchess. When you were with Taehyun, it was simply you and him– nothing else mattered, no one could access either of you in the sanctuary of that library. You’d purposely made sure no one but your handmaiden accessed the library during your hours there with Taehyun. Your estate had a handful of libraries, and your parents had granted you this one for your personal use. It was named after you, and you often fantasized about a time in your life when you’d be able to switch your last name on the large placard for Taehyun’s.

The two of you were silent for a while, simply enjoying how comfortable that action was in itself. You tried focusing on Taehyun’s ever-steady breathing, on the tune he was absent-mindedly strumming onto your arms with his fingers… but as fate would have it, your worries started to crop up in the corners of your mind, disrupting the calm Taehyun had induced on you.

“Read to me, please,” you mumbled, enjoying the sun outside the window behind you that was warming your back. Taehyun’s voice would be a good distraction to the ones in your head (that sounded a lot like your mother). He chuckled at how your cheek was mushed against his chest, and the way you whined in protest when he got up to fulfill your request. Although it took a while for him to learn how to initiate physical contact, Taehyun loved when your body so naturally gravitated towards his. It made him feel needed.

The book he chose was embroidered with reeds harvested from the stream nearby, strands dyed a deep, regal blue. Its edges were bound and plaited so intricately one would not have to read its contents to regard the book as art. Taehyun opened it to where his bookmark lay and began to read.

Taehyun’s soft voice breezed through most of your tension, but you were only half listening– distracted by the anxiousness gnawing at your insides. There was something you needed to tell him, but you kept procrastinating having that conversation.

You were engaged.

When you’d met Taehyun, the process of your engagement was already underway. However– in a rare bout of graciousness– your parents had let you delay its announcement for another year or two. You were still young, and had a few years left before people started to question the lack of a ring on your finger. You didn’t particularly mind your fiancé. He was amiable, which worked for you. And– as your mother kept reminding you– he came from an incredibly wealthy family, which worked for your reputation.

But you did not love him. You’d never been in love, but you had half a mind to know when you weren’t. Your parents tried convincing you that love came with time, but if their relationship was anything to go by… you were better off alone.

Taehyun had been a godsend. At first, his cordialness seemed cold; always polite but never making the first move. You later realized that this was how your lover expressed shyness. Since the both of you opened up about your feelings, Taehyun had been nothing but loving– always greeting you with a new book recommendation you already knew you’d love, and arranging platters of fruit for you by himself when you woke up early to attend to your commitments.

He more or less lived at your house– what with all the work he had– and for that reason, although he’d never formally courted you, most of your employees knew of your relationship. You’d managed to keep it on a need-to-know basis with your parents, who approved of Taehyun, sure, but did not want such a union between you two to ruin their reputation. Gossip would one day be the end of your duchy, you were sure of it.

Ignoring the dilemma didn’t exist– and instead lazing about with your lover like this– was far less intense.

Your thoughts wandered back to the present when Taehyun began to read a familiar poem. Your ears perked up at that, because it was one of your favorites. You noticed he’d altered the words a little to better fit his emotions; Taehyun loved doing that with poems he liked.

“A rendition of a poem by Abel Tesfaye,” he said, plopping the book down softly. He knew that was your favourite poet, and smiled at the slight lift in your mood once he’d finished.

“Thank you,” you giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “When did you work on that one?”

“Yesterday,” he shrugged, laughing softly. “While you dozed off.”

“I did not,” you protested, stifling your laughs as you got off him and fixed him with a faux glare.

Taehyun loved poking fun at your inability to stay up late. You’d been with him in the library late last night, having convinced your handmaiden to arrange dinner there for the two of you. As you sat at your bay window you ended up falling asleep to the sound of pen scratching against paper and Taehyun’s soft humming as he wrote away.

“Ah, my mistake. You must have simply been resting your eyes,” he teased.

Once your laughter had subsided, Taehyun shifted his position so that he was sitting upright beside you. “Care to tell me what’s on your mind now, my dear?”

“Oh, you know…” you stalled, tracing the patterns of your dress. “Just thinking about our future.”

“What about it?” he asked. “Has your mother proposed that we wed in a barn?”

“It’s not that…” you giggled nervously. “If we get married-”

“When,” he corrected softly with a chuckle.

“Okay, when,” you conceded, and the dread that filled your eyes somehow went unnoticed by him. “When we get married, we’ll obviously hold the wedding in here.”

“I’d like that as well,” he grinned, eyes big and adoring. “In the place where our love has grown to unimaginable heights.”

“Oh, Tyun...” you said, eyes welling with tears– and not the good kind. It was high time you told him what had been bothering you these past few weeks. “I- Yes I’d love to, but…”

His beaming smile faltered at the ‘but’.

“What’s the matter…? Is it about courtship? I’ll be formally asking your mother for your hand, don’t you worry about that.”

He knew how your parents felt about your relationship with him. They had nothing against Taehyun, but his title was far too low for them to take pride in. It was all about pride with them. Your mother couldn’t outright oppose it, as there was nothing illegal or inherently wrong about the union, but she made… comments.

“No, no,” you said shakily, turning away from him and facing the window to give you courage. He stood up, concern clouding his features as he put a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Actually, Taehyun, the thing is…” you started nervously. “I’m engaged.”

His face fell, the colour draining from it almost instantly. He stumbled backwards, disbelief evident on his features.

“Enga- what? But how?” He whispered. His usually strong and steady voice was faint.

You fumbled over your words, not daring to face your lover, who’s chest rose and fell rapidly with the impact of the confession. “My parents- They had this all arranged… I tried delaying it and I still can, b-but yes… my mother’s been processing my engagement.”

“What do you mean you’re engaged?” Taehyun shouted, shaking with the force of it. He rarely shouted and it made you recoil.

“Taehyun, listen I-”

“All this time, you’ve belonged to someone else?” He asked, breathless from the exertion of shouting. This was not the news he was expecting, so close to the day he was planning on formally proposing to you. He’d made so many plans, and his dream of being yours for the rest of his days was crumbling right before his eyes.

“I still have time to change this, don’t you see?” You tried reasoning, turning to face him. “Taehyun, I’ve been under so much pressure trying to fight this alone.”

The auburn-haired boy scoffed and turned away from you. “But why didn’t you say anything? Why play with me like this?”

You reached out for him but he moved away, his eyes a medley of anger and anguish.

“I’m not playing with you, Taehyun. I didn’t mention it because it’s not yet official. I can fix this, marry you instead,” you said, walking up to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

He shrugged it off, walking to his desk and busying himself with the books laying there to give himself something to do.

“Taehyun, you know I love you,” you said firmly, placing your hand on his back.

“I have no doubt about that, my dear,” he sighed and turned around, finally letting your reasoning seep through his initial shock. It was a silly little thought… to think you would love anyone but him. Yet his doubts still lingered. “It’s just that…”

“What is it?” you asked, frowning. If he believed you and understood then what was the problem?

“Your fiancé, he is of a higher ranking than I, correct?”

“I- well, yes,” you said, taken aback by his question. “But Taehyun, it doesn’t matter. Being a viscountess isn’t half bad, you know. It’ll mean less work. My younger sister can be duchess instead, heaven knows she’d absolutely love that.”

You tried to make a joke of it, as you often did when being weighed down by serious situations. Taehyun found the habit endearing. He turned to face you once more, finding himself laughing as he cupped your face in his hands.

“I suppose I don’t want to lose my spot in your heart,” he said dejectedly. “Simply because of my title…”

“You know I couldn’t care less about those stupid rules,” you added, dismissing his worries with a wave of your hand. “The hard part is over, I hadn’t figured out how I was going to tell you. Now that you know we can work on this together.”

He called you by your full name, a teasing habit he’d adopted during his love confessions that he presented through the poems and songs he wrote. “I’m with you every step of the way.”

Taehyun unexpectedly leaned in then, placing a chaste kiss to your lips. He usually would draw out your anticipation, staring deep into your eyes and letting your breathes mingle before he finally sealed the gap. His lips pressed against yours in a manner that indicated his fear of losing you. Yours, in turn, sealed his with reassurance.

“I won’t let my mother separate us,” you said determinedly once the two of you had broken apart.

“How about…” he said thoughtfully. “My dear, why don’t you take up your rightful place as duchess. That way, you can make that decision and every other one for yourself.”

Taehyun was tired of seeing you being pulled this way and that based on other people’s whims. It was time you took control of your own life… from the hands of people who had no regard for it.

“I’ll be right by your side,” he promised. “Take back your life. You’d be surprised to know how many people would be on your side.”

Having been up and down these halls for a while, Taehyun knew your estate’s gossip better than you ever would; he was a confidant to most, and knew that a lot of people here would be happier if someone like you took over its management.

“You’ve always had the best ideas,” you smiled, reconsidering your view of what your life as a duchess could hold if the tables were turned and you found a way to get out of being your mother’s puppet.

“Did you ever doubt that?” he teased, abruptly hooking his arms under yours and spinning you around. You squealed in laughter and the sound made his heart soar.

For as long as you’d have him, Taehyun vowed to himself that he’d keep you close and out of harm’s way. The two of you could spend forever like this; two sides of one coin… Or better, to sides of the same page in a book that one treasures for years to come.

⚝A/N: This has taken forever to post I know dgchfjdkd😫 Thank you for your patience guys ❣ I worked really hard to put this out and I hope you enjoy it xx lots of love as always! Remember to share your thoughts with me, I'm always super stoked to hear them :)

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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Rachel Amber x Fem!Reader

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Your dorm room was silent, blinds clattering every few minutes from a blow of the wind. Rachel didn't seem to notice like you had though, too busy sorting all of the photos she'd taken in the past few weeks while muttering criticisms to herself. Tossing her least favorites aside.

The golden glow from the window complimented the four walls that you called home currently. Your eyes dancing from each of them as you thought, stretched out and comfortable while pondering what to have for dinner.

The sudden flash of a camera took your mind away from the thoughts of ramen or tacos. Flickering your pupils to the golden haired girl looking at the screen of the camera in her hands with a grin.

"Sorry, you just looked so... majestic."

You rolled your eyes at her dramatics, running your hands down your face while hiding your smile in the process.

"Nothing about me is majestic right now, I can promise you that."

Rachel gasped, placing her hand on her chest. Suddenly a faux expression of shock and horror crossed her face and invaded her irises.

"I didn't take you for a liar and a promise breaker, Y/n."

"What can I say? I'm truly a horrible person at heart."

Rachel stood up, laughing on her way to sit beside you on the mattress. Climbing over your body which made you painfully aware of how little clothing she'd been wearing, having spent the night. Choosing her underwear over her jeans which... who were you to disagree... or complain, for that matter?

"Majestic as well." She joked, resting her head on the pillow next to the one you'd been laying on. "Even if you're blind to your beauty." "Is that a line from one of your plays?" You then asked her, rolling onto your side to face her.

"No, it's a line from my heart." The way Rachel spoke always sounded like she was reciting a poem, making it hard to believe yet entrapping and enticing you all the same. She sounded like a Goldrush, and it matched her appearance as well.

"You should be a poet, if your other career plans fail." You blurted out quietly, listening to her melodic chuckles. "I get that a lot." It was your turn to find her funny, blinking while watching her take in a breath.

"Have been considering it, but I'll need a muse." You listened to her voice, the bed moving as she shifted to lean over you, laying her head against her palm, elbow keeping her raised.

"Something... someone... majestic? To, y'know, get heaps and floods of inspiration from. As those movie artists say, you cannot be a creator without finding something to love that's been already created."

You stared blankly at her, admiring the way her jaw and mouth moved as she spoke. It sounded like she was both joking and serious.

"You just made that up didn't you?" Your question came out before you could think it back in. Her laughter filling up your ears.

"Yeah, but it was hella poetic, right?"

You agreed quietly, smiling up at her while she continued to wonder. Her nail running along your leg making you shift as it had tickled. Though it began feeling less and less ticklish the closer she got to your inner thigh.

"Maybe I should be a poet." You said something to follow up that but it trickled away as she moved closer and closer towards where your shorts had ridden upwards.

"But all my poems would just end up being about you." She muttered, content with the way you squirmed under touch but didn't pull away. The little flicker of a flustered state never passing slowly across your features which made her increasingly bold.

"Oh really?" You spoke just above a whisper, trying your hardest to ignore the thumping in your underwear. Breaths light and shuddering her baby hairs from how close she truly was to your face.

Rachel spared no seconds though, leaning down to kiss your lips, tasting like the fruity drink she'd bought from the convenience store. The half drunk can still set on your side table across the room.

"I love you.." You said happily, muttering it to both yourself and her. Feeling the tips of her fingers inching towards where the seams of your panties met your leg. "Hm... tell me again."

She grinned as she said this, sneaking her way into your shorts and tugging them aside while you gathered yourself once again.

"I love you..." You spoke again, spreading your legs in just the slightest to give her more room to work with. "I love you so much..." A grin crossed your face when speaking, only for it to be replaced by a gasp, her fingertips brushing over your clit before moving in a soft circle.

Rachel just continues to take in every inch of your face, each little curve and indent. Each line and little blemish, her fingers working whilst she tried to paint your entire existence into her memory.

"Do you love me?" Your question was silently answered but was followed by an audible, "Of course I do.." from her. Rachel then leaned down to kiss you again and again while teasing and pleasuring your bundle of nerves. Rolling it against her fingers while you tried your hardest to stay in the same spot and not jerk away or shut your legs.

"You're my muse..." She gave you a smirk, referring to herself earlier while simultaneously picking up her pace and making you whimper. "...what's not to love?"

You focused on how she worked skillfully, yet barely broke a sweat. Too busy nipping your jaw or nuzzling your cheek to hear your sweet yet low moans increase. A light wet sound meeting your ears from inside of your bottoms, making you look at her with big eyes while she only basked in your adorable pleas that fell on deaf ears.

Your eyebrows furrowed and mouth jittered, biting your lip to give your neighboring students ease of not having to listen to your girlfriend fuck you.

Her digits then found their way to your hole and without warning, two fingers soaked with your slick invaded your cunt. A choked, strangled noise following up from your throat which she pressed a kiss to.

"Rach.. oh fuck..." You hummed, chest heaving up and down, eyes moving back and forth between her hand and her face. Both such sights to behold but she helped you make the choice of which to actually focus on.

"Look at me..." Rachel practically sang, giving you no room to deny her request. "M'gonna-" "I know, now tell me how much you love me, Y/n."

You were rocking against her to meet her knuckles, reaching out to grab at her forearm which she seemed to thoroughly enjoy.

"I- I love you- I really do- I love you so much-"

She giggled as you repeated yourself over and over, muttering and babbling nonsense to her as you came around her. Shuddering and shutting your thighs on her hand, but she kept moving, not letting her unfortunate new position hold her back from fucking you through your blissful state.

Everything then coming to a halt, your shaky breathing being the only sound in the room besides her amusement.

"Fuck, now that was majestic." She spoke first.

You looked up at her, smiling big and leaning for a kiss which she gave. Rubbing her nose against yours and making you pull back, laughing sweetly.

"Now... be my muse for a little longer?"

How could you say no?

a/n: watching kennie rn - stan bad movies and a beat y'all

#rachel amber smut #rachel amber x reader #rachel amber #lis #life is strange x reader #life is strange

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Gardening Help

Ahhh I couldn’t wait to write ler!Umemiya!!! Umemiya is literally the most sweetest and most wholesome guy ever. I just want him to hug me, kiss me on the forehead and tell me everything will be okay. But enough about that. I present to you Umemiya tickling Sakura. As he should. Also I kept this pretty manga/anime spoiler free the best I can, so I hope it’s okay!

Warnings: Slight swearing. Tickling (this is a tickle fic afterall).

Summery: Sakura is helping Umemiya with his crops.

Sakura would’ve refused entirely without hesitation had it been anyone else. But when Umemiya requests something of you, it’s not a good idea to turn him down. By no means would Umemiya have killed or hurt him. But let’s just say Sakura could not handle another ounce of that guys puppy dog eyes and pleading.

Now here Sakura was, up on the roof with Umemiya and Sugishita as the three of them tended to the vegetable crops that were being cared for on the Furin Highschool roof.

Sakura had been helping with watering the tomato plants when he heard Umemiya lightheartedly scolding Sugishita.

“Don’t be so rough! You gotta be gentle with these little guys or you’ll drown em’…” Umemiya pouted as he corrected the way Sugishita was watering the cabbage plants.

Sakura watched as Sugishita frowned, seeming upset about not getting it right.

“Oh don’t get all pouty on me…” He smiled a bit as he gently poked the longer haired boy.

Much to Sakuras shock, he watched as Sugishita doubled over in a fit of giggles as he fought helplessly against the silver haired leader of Bofurin. Sugishita was always so stoic and quiet. Sakura had never seen him smile or laugh like this before. Especially not… like this…

Suddenly, Umemiya made eye contact with Sakura, and Sakuras eyes widened. He seemed unsure what to do.

“You all good over there Sakura?” Umemiya called out genially as he approached him.

Sakura felt a wave of heat crawl up his neck and to his ears and cheeks, as Umemiya stopped tickling Sugishita and made an advance towards him.

The older boy knelt down to inspect Sakuras work on the tomato plants.

Umemiya looked at him, seeing Sakuras red face, and he smirked a bit. “What’s wrong? Is somebody feeling a little left out?”

Sakuras face only deepened in color.

“U-um… a-as if! I… just got distracted by the noise! That’s all…!” Sakura protested in his flustered state.

Umemiya just grinned more. “Oh yeah? Then what’re you so flustered for? Hm?” He began landing gentle pokes into Sakuras side, which made the black and white haired boy flinch and squeak.

“W-wait! I… um… y-you… j-just leave me alone! I’m t-tryna do a… favor for you and all…” Sakura attempted his signature glare. But all of that went out the window when Umemiya began gently kneading his sides.

“What’s wrong? Are you ticklish too? Hm? Were you hoping your big bro would tickle you too?”

Sakuras face was red enough as it is. “Y-you.. ain’t… m-my… b-bro-AHAHA!!”

Sakura accidentally let out a loud and short burst of laughter as he squirmed more, trying to keep the oh so embarrassing laughter down as he fended the guy off.

Umemiya just chuckled. “Sure you are! I consider everyone in this town my family after all… that naturally includes you!” Umemiya then gently dig into his ribs, which finally broke him.

“H-EHEhehehehehe!!! N-nahahohoho! D-dahahammihihihit stahahahap!!!” Sakura squirmed and writhed helplessly against his hold as Umemiya attacked all over his ribs.

“Oh… this is a good spot then?” Umemiya teased as he made sure to get in the grooves between his ribs.

He even dared to quickly vibrate a finger in between the two ribs that sat right in the middle, which resulted in a loud squeal.

Sakura writhed and squirmed but it was no use. Umemiya had him good.

“Hmmm… from what I hear this is always a good spot…” Umemiya slid his fingers up into the poor boys armpits.

“SHIHIHIHIT!!! W-WAHAHAHAIT!!!”

“Ehehe… whoops! Hands slipped…!”

“L-LIHIHIKE HEHEHELL THEHEHEY DIHIHID DAHAHAMIHIHIT!!!” Sakura cried out. “STAHAHAHAHAP!!!! UHUHMEMIHIYAHAHA SAHAHAHANNN!!!”

With that last cry for mercy, Umemiya finally relented.

When he let him go Sakura wrapped his arms around his torso protectively. He glared at the older guy grinning at him. “Alright… alright…” said Umemiya with a slight laugh. “How about I get you and Sugishita over there a snack and something to drink. You two deserve a break.

Sakura watched him as he got up to busy himself with a cooler.

As he walked away Sakura couldn’t help feeling… admiration. There was no doubt he admired him. Umemiya was a pillar of strength and positivity. That as well as hope.

However, his thoughts were interrupted abruptly when he saw Sugishita glaring jealous daggers into him.

Sakura just glared right back. Hopefully Umemiya could get back in time before all hell broke loose.

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Yo yo... ik I don't take requests and all... but I have my reasons... im really sorry! I just have a lot on my plate! But writing is all I need and I would like to write as much as I want! That's all, thank you 👉 👈

Anyway! Wind breaker is the new hot topic for me! Idk about u guys but im loving the mc

Haruka sakura! Love his name, style, antics, and cuteness overload when he gets flustered and shy!

Possible lers! Suo, Umemiya, Togame!

I want more of these guys srsly!

Ok, so warning spoilers alert! Anime and manga

Sakura's Dilema!?

Sakura ate Kotoha's omelette rice as usual. She would smile fondly at him throughout and began her unusual newspaper routine about town.

"...so that's what granny sato said..."

Sakura licking his fingers clean shrugged, "Hm, good..."

Somewhat a little impressed, "Your improving. You don't get flustered anymore when someone compliment you?"

Sakura scoff, "That's a hundred years ago... im not that weak"

She smiled warmly, a hand resting under her chin as he looked at Sakura, "Well i guess everyone should compliment you more now, if that's the case..."

A small heat crept up to his cheeks, Kotoha giggled teasingly, "Ah ha! There's that cute blush we all like..."

"S-shut up! So you guys are praising me because you like to see me reaction??" He snapped, getting flustered.

She grinned looking sideways, "Maybe? Or maybe not but... granny said its adorable... and so do I" winking back Sakura gritted his teeth, a shade of red growing uncontrollably on his face.

She chuckles, thinking, "Maybe I should stop teasing him..." Then she speaks with a calmer tone to relax Sakura's tensed embarassment.

"Oh, Sakura... I almost forgot..."

Looking up from his plate, his face back to his normal colour gradually, "Yh what?"

"Ume told me the shishitoren buddies are coming over at Furin high..."

Almost choking on the eggs, Sakura looked up with a surprised frown, standing up with a daring grumble, "Huh? Why? Are they here to pick a fight?"

Kotoha sighs, "No, that's not it... its-"

He cuts in, "Maybe they wanna fight me again! Hah! I'll show them!" He quickly stuffed his mouth with the final bits of rice and eggs, but deliberately ignoring his veggies and sets out.

Kotoha was too surprised to protest as she couldn't even finish, as the bell tinkled upon his leave, "E-eh? Sakura! Hold up! That isn't what I... meant..." she murmured the last part as he was already gone, smiling confusedly, she sigh again, "That idiot..."

Meanwhile, Sakura hurrying towards the school began to notice a large crowd of bofurin and shishitoren looking at each other. Suspecting it's a fight, Sakura lets out a growl, "Oi! Do u wanna fight?"

The others stared, and half of shishitoren lunged towards him. But not in the way he expected. They crowded him like a flock of fan boys.

"That's the first year that beat our second in command!"

"Wow! He's got a funny but cool look!"

"Is he strong? I can feel it!"

So many ushering and laughter comes from the usually wild shishitorens. Sakura gets flustered and shocked. "H-hey, what's going on?"

"Sakura-san, didn't kotaha-san tell ya?" Nirei finally steps forward, smiling as he helped him out from the crowd, "Shishitoren are here on Umemiya-san's orders for a casual get-together..."

Silent, Sakura stared, "Eh... rly? That's it?"

He nods now, grabbing his hand, "Come, they are all at the auditorium!"

Past the hallways, Sakura could tell the room is less tensed than it should be if it's back those days. There... he can see Togame, Toyama, Umemiya and Suo standing in one pack -oh and Sugishita glaring at Sakura.

Sakura smirks, "Well well... I thought it was a battle but its just a silly tea party..."

Togame played along, feigning meance, "Oh? would you have preferred us thrashing your butt, Sakura?"

Eyeing him challengingly, "Ah... the second in command himself, Togame, wants to lose again..."

The older guy steps in with his geta clattering on the ground. He has a much mellower appearance in contrast to Sakura's first impression of him. Sakura says he prefers the other and colder Togame, but... who knows what a tsundere actually says and means?

Togame clapped him in the back, "So, Sakura... how have you been?"

"Hmph! Mr. Sloth himself... what a surprise"

Togame smiles, genuinely happy, as he continues this banter, "Well, you are still that brat who almost got pummeled by me,"

Sakura scoffs, "As if! I never lose..."

"Togame and Sakura have history to share..." Umemiya grins gleefully, and Toyama has his arms around Umemiya, very buddy-like and close as expected. Its ironic to how things used to be. There's more liveliness and strength in Shidhitori.

Everyone had a harmonious atomosphere compared to how they met the first day. Even Sako has a reserved but amiable relationship with Hiragi. Sakura felt somewhat... relieved...

Suo mentions slyly as he crept behind Sakura, "Well, Togame-san? Want to have another fun fight with our grade captain?"

Sakura's ears turn red as he snaps at Suo, "Oi, don't push it..." however he looks at Togame expectantly, "Well, I don't mind a bit of fighting and all..."

Nirei squeaked, "B-but... Sakura..."

"Dont worry, Nirei... look, " Suo pats his back with assurance. They both watched Togame smile more openly, not in the prior meancing grin, "Yaa... It's been too long, Othello-kun. I hope you learnt something from me that time..."

"Oh? You mean other than how I punched you?" Sakura provoked, which Togame narrowed his eyes playfully, "Don't get cocky..."

Toyama brightened up, "Ne,ne Ume-chan, are they gonna fight?"

Umemiya sighs but not in dismay, "Seriously... alright, I suppose, but don't go too far, or else Hiragi needs another stock of gas-kun ten"

"Oi!"

Soon, Togame was in his usual stance. Instead of glaring, he was looking forward to it. Nirei grabbed his notebook, and began scribbling on a new page.

Suo asked, "Are you gathering information on Togame?"

Nirei grins, sticking his tongue as he concentrated, "Not quite... It's for Sakura-san as he told me to write down his flaws so he can improve himself, I want to know what's his weak points are, too, anyway..."

Suo gives a brief laugh, "Other than the fact that he's so easily red when someone compliments him?"

Nirei conceded with a chuckle, "Well, yh that too... but something else..."

Togame lunged just the moment Sakura moved. It expected that Togame strives for grappling more and he's more intent on grabbing Sakura instead of punching him

"Ugh, I hate this fighting style!" Sakura sneered as he dodged perfectly. Regardless, their hits are serious despite the playful nature. Sakura could feel Togame grab his shoulders to push him down, but he's too flexible as Sakura slips away.

"Whew close!" Toyama mentioned and Umeniya agreed with a smile.

Sakura managed to dodge and yet...

"Gotcha..." Togame slipped under his arm to judo flip him from behind. Sakura felt the force as he made contact on the ground, yet Togame carefully made it less forceful and used his hand to protect the back of his head. Nevertheless Sakura twisted himself to avoid being pinned down. Instead, he spun himself with his leg wrapping around his opponents waist now switching sides.

Togame slipped a bit but latched on to his waist a bit unexpectedly.

The touch caught Sakura off guard despite it being an obvious grapple. Surprising everyone, Sakura stumbled down on his knees.

This was noted by the shishitoren second in command. Then, getting an idea, Togame slowly poked his waist while using his body weight to pin the shorter guy down, "Hm... interesting discovery..."

"H-hey! Wait! Dohont doho that!" Sakura flinched now, arcing his back as Togame's touch became gentler and swift around his sides, a light giggle slipping out of Sakura's grinding teeth.

"Oh my, is the little delinquent a bit sensitive?" Suo teased from the background, beating Togame from saying a similar phrase.

Sakura gets flustered again, now trying so hard to keep his laughter under control. Togame's nimble fingers began to crawl up his stomach, which made Sakura shriek and quickly scramble away from him, "Ack... NOHO?!"

A frivolous yet sinister grin was plastered on Togame's face. He raised his hands, tauntingly wiggling his fingers, "Uh oh, someone's in trouble... too bad I found out this weakness first..."

Nirei, mildly shocked, immediately began jotting down notes, giving a serious nod to himself, "Intriguing indeed, but a guy like Sakura is bound to be ticklish..."

Nirei flinched when Sakura yelled. Snapping his head with an aghast look, "Huh? Whohoho's sihihide ahahahahare youhuhu ohohohon, boke?"

"Now now, you can't even keep your giggles to yourself, Sakura..." Suo snickered.

"Y-YOHohou bahahastard!" He raised a hand to try and punch Togame and use a leg to kick his face.

Togame took this chance to lunge forward, dodging them effectively. Like the tackle from last time during the fight, Togame pushed himself forward towards Sakura's midriff. He managed to use his strength to get him down again, "You shouldn't let your guard down... even at friendly spars"

"Ah!" Sakura yelped, trying to turn on his stomach to escape, as this is no longer fighting but play fighting, "S-shit!"

Togame instantly grabbed his shoulders to stop him, "Uh uh uh~ Sakura... where do you think you're going...?" He dug his nimble fingers into Sakura's sides, suddenly eliciting a squeal and contagious giggles that sounded so unlikely of the tough Sakura. It went crescendo to decrescando at each sensitive spot he targeted.

"EEEh! DohoHOHOho noHOHOt! HahAHAHAHa, thiHIHIHIHIs iHIsn't fahAHAHAHAHAIR!"

"Who said fighting is about fair play?" Togame snickered mercilessly, almost like an evil older brother, "You of all people should know that, little Othello. Plus, it's cute when you lose control..." That earned a beet red blush from the victim as he kicked and thrashed, not even coordinating his defences.

Toyama and Umemiya grinned at this, and the others watched how their bonding went on through this 'spar' session.

Still the leader of Furin sigh, "Honestly it's dangerous if anyone finds out about his weakness..."

Toyama laughed, "Yes! Isn't he like strong as you? It's crazy how he's trying to fight back like this..."

Nirei chuckles, "I never expected this side of him, its... surprisingly cute"

"You mean unsurprisingly Nirei-kun," Suo winked, now pointing towards the fight with a gleeful look. Sugishitha, who's been eye rolling as he watered the plants, took multiple glances back at the little one-sided tickle fight.

Sakura tried to kick him (half-heartedly) but instead felt a suddenly electric tingle spread down and up his leg as Togame sqeezed his knee -whether it is accidental or intentionally was unknown.

Shocked beyond anything...

His laugh kicked a knotch as Togame began to tickle under his knee, unable to use his hands as they uselessly failed. They just hit the wooden floor instead, "AHAHA! NOHOT THEHEHERE! DAHAHAMN IT!"

Togame laughed at that, not stopping as Sakura couldn't place his attacks properly, "Oho? I should've gone for the knees before... It's funny how you got restrained by a mere touch there,"

"AHAHA BAHAHASTARD! NOHO WAY I'M LOHOSING!"

"Then... what about... heeere?"

Togame used his bodyweight to pin his shins and then squeezed his upper thigh. This made Sakura go wild, "GAH! N-NOO! HAHA SHIT! YOU AHAHAHASS!"

Seeing him slightly going red, Togame decide to give him a break. But... just a break.

Just five seconds at least... Togame thought menacingly.

5...

"Haah haaa..."

4...

"J-jeeheeez, thehehe heheck?" 3...

Togame got ready as he cracked his fingers. 2...

"U-uh eek!"

1...

Sakura's voice hit an octave as he let out a startled shrill when Togame pounced forward to get his ribs, a giggly reaction that melted his heart. It's not as strong as his knees and thighs, at least.

Suo has his usual smile, which stretched widely as he said mysteriously, "I wonder if I can get a turn?"

Nirei gulped, inwardly thinking he should never leave Sakura alone from now on-

"NOOO! HAHAHA, P-PLEHEHEASE NOHOT THEHERE! I TAHAHAKE IT BAHAHAHACK! AHAHA YOHOHOU'RE AHAHA DEHEHEMON!" A surprised squeal from Sakura made Nirei look in bewilderment. Where was Togame tickling to make the tough and cold Sakura to actually beg for mercy?

"Ahhh~ found it... your actually weak in the armpits? How predictable, its so adorable" Togame is, as Nirei will note down, the possible second worst tickle monster... first place being Suo.

Suo chuckles, "You say it's the worst but he's ticklish everywhere"

Togame laughed, still tickling Sakura, "Oh yh... it doesn't matter... his knees are as bad as here..."

Sakura kicked and thrashed weakly, now cackling like a mad man, closing his arms, "NAHAHAA! Y-yohOHOHOU AHAHAHAASS! LEHEHEHehet gOHOHOHo!"

"Mmmm~ nope..."

Panicking instantly, Sakura let out a flustered cry, "FIHIHINEHEHE! FINE! I GIVE UHUHUP!"

His voice raised another octave at the end, and Togame chuckled with amusement, letting his hands leave his armpits, "You are so ticklish there, who would've guessed..." he added with a pinch yo his thighs, making the other squeak weakly jolting, "aaaand there too..."

"It's good enough, that he's a tsundere, but being ticklish one is better," Suo proudly stated.

"Q-Quhuhuiet y-yohou dihihick!"

Evidently, Sakura is catching his breath, still pink in his face, sweating as if he had an actual one-sided 'battle' of blood-lust.

Nirei hummed in consideration as he looked at his notebook, "Hmm, so being ticklish is Sakura's weak point eh? Even I could win against him,"

"Shaddap!" Sakura managed to choke out angrily.

Umemiya gives a laugh, scratching the back of his head, "Oh, I doubt you can cuz Sakura will knock you out cold before you could try. He's a proud guy after all..."

"Oi! Quit talking like I'm not here, dumbass"

Sugishita sneered, clenching the water kettle tightly, "That's Umemiya-san to you, weaksauce!"

Getting up on his elbows, Sakura growl, back to his old self, with remarkable stamina, "Ah? Do you wanna pick a fight mop-head? Cuz I'm game..."

"Ma ma..." Suo stepped in between them, elegantly skimming his eyes over the taller guy, "Sugishita-kun, do you want to upset Umemiya-san?"

The tall guy turned to a radiant happy Umemiya and huffed angrily as he backed away easily. Now Suo turned to Sakura with a much eerie smile, "And Sakura-kun, do you want round two?" He mischievously wiggled his finger, "Instead of Togame, I can step in for him?"

Fear struck him, he blushed, yelling as he swatted those fingers, "H-hohow dare you threaten me! Ugh, whatever... fine, I won't pick a fight with him"

Suo heard Togame speak with amusement from the corner, hands restinf behind his back, "and here I thought you were looking forward for round 2 Sakura..."

"W-why would I?"

Suo answers this time, leaning forward towards his ear, "You never resisted... now did you?"

Sakura instantly turned red, eyes widened with surprise, his golden and black eyes dilating like a cats pupil, "H-huh? I was too concentrated! T-to even fight back!"

"Mmm~" everyone hummed teasingly, not believing him obviously.

This time Toyama grinned childishly, nudging Sakura playfully, "So then, does that mean you admit that you are weak to tickling then?"

"Ah? N-no I didn't say that-!"

"Theeeen, you pretended not to fight back and let me tickle ya?" Togame added... the two shishitoren leaders were putting Sakura in a helpless position.

Silent... Sakura looked away, Suo added, "Quite the bind your in, Sakura-kun"

Debating on what was more embarassing... either he should say that he liked being tickled and pretended not to fight or say he's too ticklish to handle it and fight back.

Sakura fumed for good five seconds before replying with a mutter, "U-ugh fine fine, fine! I'm weak to it so I cant fight back! Happy?"

Everyone grinned fondly, Sakura covered his face, both in shyness and rage.

"Good boy!!" Umemiya ruffled his hair, now making Sakura snap and growl like a little savage puppy.

In a corner with Suo, Nirei, however, chuckled to himself, "I bet he doesn't mind it much..."

Suo grinned, looking at the scene with a glimmering passion, "You guessed it... he's our fearless, cute, tough tsundere grade captain... Sakura-kun"

#lee!sakura #haruka sakura #wind breaker #wind breaker tickling #ticklish!sakura

[nosesitter]

Kings Killer

2.28k words

Warning: OOC! Mandalorian, PinV, oral female receiving, spit kink, cream pie, mentions of prostitution, choking, reverse cowgirl(it’s not a flattering position, sex pollen/flower, no grogu🥺

gif not mine!

A/N: something from the ol’noggin I just want to believe that the Mandalorian is a brat breaker I want him to break me like a horse. If anyone would like to send me a request pls do I love writing personal drabbles 🤭

6 times you’ve seen him in the bar you are stationed at by the Hutts. The first three times he was there he was gathering information, trashing the place beating up customers, on bounties. The last three times he was there for something different; something morally dubious. Just because he was a Mandalorian didn’t mean he wasn’t a man.

There’s been a lot of men to come through here and think that they are gonna be able to break us down and having us come to them begging for more release but quite the opposite; Before Jabba The Hutt died he was having Boba Fett hunt and propagate a flower that grew on Aq Vetina. It’s called the King Killer. It’s a bright purple flower that when squished releases an addictive sticky liquid that we wash our bodies with. Any man that comes within our contact becomes entranced and empties his pockets on us eventually going into debt by the Hutts. It all worked perfectly.

It’s a slow day in the bar, it’s absolutely scorching and a very slow wind is blowing through the place making the girls break into a sweet sticky sweat. While the band is playing a slow song you can faintly hear blasters shooting and missing. You can hear the sound of sand and gravel crunching as someone runs past the building then there’s a single shot of a blaster and no more running

The doors slide open and there he is. He stands there for a moment in the doorway, chest and shoulders heaving as his Beskar armor is covered in blood, he glides over to the bar closest to me and everyone has their eyes on him until he sits down, blaster still in hand. He looks in my direction and I can only assume he’s looking at me, who knows under his helmet, He holsters his blaster and I speak.

“You’ve been driving away business lately.” It comes out bratty as you turn your face away from him and sip your drink. It’s true though no new clients just the same regulars that come in and dwell on and don’t spend anything.

“There’s something on this planet that makes me keep coming back.” He flatly says as he begins to take off his gloves causing you to stare right at him and his tanned thick fingers. “It’s honestly driving me insane.” He’s starting to strip off his armor right at the bar.

“What’s going on with you?” You question him and his unusual behavior. Never has he acted like this before in the 6 times you’ve seen him. Even when he was here the last three times for sex he didn’t even have it. He had the girls just lay on the bed and touch themselves as he sat on the corner.

“I need to breath.” He says and you are snapped out of your thoughts as you hear his helmet hiss and begin to rise, you grab his very warm hands and before anyone can notice you are pulling him away and into a room. He does it again but this time you flip the switch off and you are completely in the dark, you can’t see anything. He’s panting you can feel his breath hit you and it comes as a shock. His helmet is off, here he is so exposed, so vulnerable breaking the creed.

You try to touch him but he must sense it and grabs your hand and spins you around. He bear hugs you from behind and begins sniffing your neck. He has facial hair! You can feel it tickle your neck and shoulder as he digs his nose behind your ear. “I need to taste you.” He sounds so desperate without his helmet his voice was delicate almost a whisper. You lay back into him and just let him grope your breasts over the very thin silks you’re wearing. His hands feel like fire as his thumbs rub over your clothed nipples causing you to moan out loud.

He’s animalistic now. His right hand moves up from your chest to your neck he yanks your head to the side and licks a stripe from your shoulder to your ear. Your knees buckle and you grind into him. “Please let me taste you. I need to otherwise I might die.” You turn around and just start to feverishly kiss him your hands move to touch his prickly facial hair, slowly moving them into his sweaty hair which you begin to tug that causes him to moan into your mouth. If he was to fuck you now he’d slide right in.

“Open your mouth.” With your hands on his face you feel him open his mouth so you spit into it. This causes the Mandalorian to turn from your grasp and switch the light on. He broke his creed and he doesn’t even seem phased by what he’s just done. You’ve seen him for who he is now and you are absolutely thanking the stars. He’s fucking gorgeous.

“Get on the bed.” He’s not asking he’s demanding. Obeying his command you back up until the back of your knees hit the bed then you crawl backwards staring him down

The Mandalorian is stripping off his beskar shoulder pads and then unclipping his heavy chest plate. He slides it across the floor not caring about the heavy scratching sound it made as he did that. The shirt he is wearing underneath is completely soaked with his sweat. He begins to undo the buttons, stripping it off leaving him with his tan chest and thick muscular arms exposed. All he has left to take off is his very tight black pants.

He kneels down and pulls your body closer to his face. His lips touch the bottom of your belly button. It feels like electricity. As he’s kissing you he spreads his legs and squats lower, the tight fabric around his thighs is spreading, you swear you can hear the seams in his pants begin to rip. He grabs your leg and pulls it over his shoulder. You are dripping. The sheerness of it all over your thighs.

His lips make contact with your mound as he gives you another light kiss, you can hear him breathe in hard through his nose, under hooded eyes he’s looking up at you through his long lashes. You can’t help but grab the top of his hair with your hand rubbing his nose into your clit. “Greedy fucking slut.” He slaps your ass lightly and begins to lick and mewl away at your cunt.

“Oh my stars!” You gasp out as he begins lapping the dewiness with his tongue. Your grip getting tighter in his hair, he groans into you causing vibrations. “Fuck, mando..” it comes out as a whimper. He’s hungry and it shows. “So fucking sweet.” He speaks against you, more vibrations.

He pulls away from your cunt; wetness all over his face. Using the back of his arm he wipes his mouth and pushes you onto the bed and climbs on top of you. As he creeps his way up he kisses the top of your bellybutton, your eyes are closed and your breathing is shallow. He takes notice in the goosebumps on your skin and the perkiness of your nipples.

The Bounty hunter sticks his tongue out and licks up the middle of your midriff. As his lips wrap around your right nipple one of his legs is in the middle of your thighs creeping dangerously close to you. He pulls away from your chest and moves closer to your face, you can feel his knee move closer to your needy cunt as he starts to kiss you again hard you slip your tongue into his mouth to taste yourself on his lips. He grabs your face his with one of his calloused hands and you can guess what he’s going to do.

“Now you open your fucking mouth.” Your smiling as you stick your tongue out, spit coming from his mouth and onto the back of your tongue. He’s rubbing his knee against you and that causes you to grind more against his clothed leg. “Please fuck me, I’m so wet you could slide right in.” Quite a change of pace with the sex worker begging for sex from the customer who hasn’t even paid yet.

He sits back up moving his knee from you and starts to unbutton his pants. He’s not wearing anything underneath causing his erection to pop right out. He shimmies his pants below his balls and lines himself up with you and slides right in as predicted.

“Holy fuck, just say the word baby and I’ll cum in you right now!” You wrap your legs around his waist causing him to bottom out inside of you.

Your mouth parts but nothing comes out. He begins to move his hips in circular motions causing your eyes to roll back. His pubic hair rubbing on your most sensitive area. “This is where I need to be right inside of you forever.” The Mandalorian is hooked on the kings killer flower. He’s never gonna let you go, a deadly bounty hunter moaning very loudly right now. He looks down at the scene infont of him then at your hungry cunt taking all of his cock. His hot hand is pressing down on your lower abdomen feeling how deep he’s in you right now. The other is thumbing your clit. There’s a very big pressure building up inside of you.

“Don’t stop I need all of you.” You’re being greedy he takes notice in that. His hand comes down and wraps around your neck as he pounds into you, balls hitting you. He pulls out and you whine at the loss of penetration, pushing you out of the way he lays down and then taps your thigh to get on top and start riding him. As you get up and throw your leg over him he says just one word.

“Reverse.” You look right at him and he smirks. He’s sitting up against the headboard looking absolutely smug. You turn around and begin to lower yourself on top of him he’s holding himself up and slides right into you.

“Fuck!” He drags the word out as you slide all the way down on him feeling very exposed to him. Holding onto his knees you begin to move your hips up. You can feel the bottom vein under his cock pulse and it causes you to clench around it. You moan loudly when you do this and this makes him crazy. He grabs your hips and ruts up into you hitting that squishy part deep inside you. You scream out and move your hips back onto him pushing him into the bed. You can feel yourself getting closer to orgasm as you ride him. His groans getting more quicker and his breath more and more shallow, he’s close too.

The Mandalorian pushes you up off him and onto your knees he moves quick and pushes back into you. “I’m going to cum inside you.” He shouts out as he pounds into you fast. You’re a moaning mess as your hands grip the blankets. His calloused hands going down the curve of your back to pinch the fleshy skin on your lower back.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” The bounty hunter yells out, as you can feel him hunch over your back, his body is absolutely on fire. He keeps pounding into you until you also feel the fire in your stomach about to explode. There’s a gush inside you and you feel completely soaked.

The Mandalorian is on top of you panting. Still trying to milk out all of his cock into you. Knees collapse and now you’re laying flat on the bed. He falls next to you as he stares right at the ceiling.

“I have to leave for a bounty on another plant, but I would want you to come with me.” The Mandalorian tells you causing you to just sit up and stare at him.

“If I don’t are you going to kill me because I saw your face?” You ask him and he just rolls his eyes.

“You think I could kill you now that we’re connected? The Kings killer flower in you is going to crave me and I’m going to crave you. How could The Mandalorian know anything about the flower? No one knew of it or the planet it came from.

“I am from Aq Vetina. I was young when I left my planet but I still remember what I learned from my parents. That flower is used for procreation.” as he begins to get up and get dressed. Something in you believes him but also doesn’t until he gets a little too far from you, he’s walking closer to the door and then there’s a pain in your lower gut.

You open your mouth to wince at the pain but The Mandalorian notices and comes back closer to you.

“Did you want to grab anything before we leave?” He asks as he finishes getting ready about to put his helmet back on. So sure and cocky with himself that you are going to come with me.

You shake your head no as you slip your silks back on and grab his hand. Both of y’all leaving the sex club and never to return.

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#pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal #the mandalorian smut #the mandaloria/reader

[swordsmans]

Writing Patterns Tag Game

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

Tagged by: @acewithapaintbrush and @lesbiansanemi !!! thanks guys!! :D <3

1. poly philtatos (the most loved by far): Zoro's been on the island for three days when he finally feels their approach tickling against his senses.

2. ocean theology: uhhhhhh uhhhh i won't post this one because the opening sentence is three paragraphs long. intentionally. but admittedly that also says a lot about me and it still technically follows my rule!!!!!

3. feed your plants a little sunlight: Two hours in the afternoon sun, cool ocean spray at his back—dozing to Sunny’s rhythm.

4. alleluia: In the wake of it all, of Wano, they watch—and they wait.

5. bury your albatross in a shallow grave: He’s halfway through swinging himself on deck when he hears Nami wail, “Luffy—Luffy, you need to—Luffy, get back here—Zoro—Zoro, stop—grab him! What are you—Zoro!” just as Luffy zips past him, splattering mud and blood and who-know-what-else across Sunny’s grass.

6. how to talk without speaking: It only takes a day or two for Zoro to notice—which he’s almost proud of, really, given his own observational track record.

7. the sea makes bones of bodies: “ACE!” he screams, raw and bloody and broken—drawn out in a cry that reaches across the roiling waves like claws.

8. bone-breaker ospreys mate for life: It starts when Luffy swings his arm, winding back slow in a way he rarely does, feeling out the motion of a new punch (or the same punch practiced a thousand times to lethal perfection) right in the middle of Sunny’s deck.

9. wood is a living creature: They keep her—history’s forgotten hero, the first great ship of the second Pirate King.

10. step 1: die: He knows, logically, that the journal makes some kind of sound when it hits the galley wall.

Conclusion: my openers always include the story's setting + movement... or at least something that orients the reader with mention of either time or place and an action. imo the best way to grab a reader's attention is to give them a mental picture as soon as possible. even if there are other details to figure out, theyve at least got a partial visual or something to latch onto by the end of the first sentence, even if its just a single word. shrug. i just usually like to put place before character in my intro sections. #6 is an exception because it's technically the not the opener, it's meant to be read after the fic summary (so the "true" opener is In the beginning, Luffy does not know how to read. which functions as the setting hook, smth you could literally only do on ao3), and #9 is particularly fun because the character and the setting are the same thing. do i think about the technical aspects of my fanfic too much? probably.

Tagging: @thychesters, @starshipcaptainjojo, @majormiles, @ghostlandtoo, and @sciencemyfiction >;3c

#answers #gyro.txt

[sebastianswallows]

Dangerous and Delightful — Chapter 22 — Morning glory

— PAIRING: Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: Sebastian is a purveyor of forbidden artefacts, a dark arts researcher, and a curse-breaker for hire. Ominis, desperate to save him from himself, hires Reader in secret to persuade him, by any means necessary, to leave his illegal activities behind.

— WARNINGS: Angst, smut, noncon, dirty talk, somnophilia, forced orgasm, fingering, creampie, cockwarming

— WORDCOUNT: 2k

— TAGLIST: @bloofinntoona @sarcasticpluviophile @estrotica

Sebastian hardly slept, waking every couple of hours with a sense that someone was trying to break in — before realising it was just the wind. The bed felt different too, and yet all too familiar at the same time… He remembered now why he didn’t wish to go there, and memories of his lost childhood haunted him every moment he was awake. Every sleeping moment too, it seemed…

He winced as he turned over, lumps sticking in his sides, and tried to stretch his legs but only ended up kicking the crumbly wooden footboard. Sebastian cursed beneath his breath and frowned, then curled his knees up. That’s when he felt her.

It immediately put a smile on his face to know her there, her weight dipping the mattress slightly, the scent of her hair tickling his nose, her figure a shadow in the moonlight… The house had a different quality with her present, he realised. It broke apart from what it was and became something that… could be. All the bad memories, the loss of Anne and of his family, all of that was firmly in the past when he remembered she was there.

He slid his arm around her waist and held her like a lifeline, pulling himself slightly forward. As a child, he never would have thought he’d end up sleeping in his uncle’s bed with a lady he’d absconded with, but a part of him wasn’t surprised. Somehow, his destiny seemed marked from the start by dark deeds and temptations — although he’d gone further in his life than he’d once thought possible. Well, too late to turn back now. Sebastian let his body sink into the bed and breathed deeply — in, and out. He focused on the night sounds coming from outside, the hollow billowing of the wind and the distant cry of owls, and tried to fall asleep again.

But however long he held his eyes closed, and however much he tried to relax, sleep wouldn’t come. His eyes opened to the dark and his hand tightened around the waist of his companion. He sighed and buried his face into the back of her neck to breathe her in again. She was so sweet…

Of its own will, his body slid closer to hers, one leg wrapping around her own beneath the covers. Just feeling her in his arms, her gentle shape against the front of him, made him even more terribly awake than before… He wanted her, and now that they were on the run from the Aurors everything had taken on a sense of urgency.

Would she leave him if they were caught? Who was he kidding… Of course she would. And yet Sebastian couldn’t bring himself to resent her for it. However dear she was to him, he’d never been good at showing it. Even when she was toying with him, he’d resisted giving in, and now he blamed her for it.

“A pair of fools,” he muttered, pressing his lips against her neck.

The hand that lay between them on the bed turned to caress her, feeling up her thigh through her nightgown, then slowly pulled the garment higher. Sebastian moved lightly as he felt around her body, eyes closing once more, but this time in delight. She was so warm and soft in her sleep, and he loved exploring her like this, free to feel as he liked without her complaining, or fighting him off, or cursing at him… He could worship her at his leisure.

Slowly, his lips travelled down the column of her throat to her naked shoulder, staying just on the surface so that she wouldn’t wake, while below his hand dragged her nightgown up and up over her legs until he caught its hem and eased it over the curve of her hip. Sebastian moaned when his fingers touched her naked flesh, so smooth and still and welcoming… Above, his hand went from her waist up to her chest. He pulled down the covers so that he could cup her breast and held it in his hand while he trailed his index through the split between her thighs. Moving very gently, Sebastian caressed higher, higher, until his fingers met her mound.

He sighed quietly at the feeling of her intimate spot so warm and plush, and already a little wet… Sebastian smiled against her shoulder and traced the length of her slit, stopping at her nub to circle it, rub her own wetness into it, before going down searching for her entrance.

He took his hand away from her breast to push his trousers down and gripped himself, holding his fast-hardening length while he caressed her. She winced in her sleep and moved ever so slightly, leaning a bit forward with her hands folded to her chest. Her hips tilted slightly, opening her up to him. In the quiet, if he focused, he could hear her slick while he played with her.

Sebastian’s body shivered with pleasure, a luxurious mix he almost couldn’t believe he had… She was soft and pliant beside him, sleeping peacefully, and yet her body responded to him in its sweet and gentle way free to accept what he gave it. He moved carefully, not wanting to break this spell of perfection between them.

One warm hand went up to her hip, holding her still for his taking, and with the other he brought his member right between her legs and slotted his tip against her. Sebastian had to swallow a groan… He could feel so much more now than when she struggled. Could feel how soft and tender her flesh was, how wet her hole was weeping, the tickle of her tuft of hair against his too-sensitive head, and the folds as they were throbbing… He pecked the back of her neck with a few light kisses, wishing so desperately that he could kiss her more, could kiss her fully, show his love for her in every way.

“Easy there, my love,” he mouthed against her ear, barely breathing a sound. “You won’t feel a thing…”

He slotted his tip against her hole and pressed it there. His fingers stroked her folds and he canted his hips slightly, easing himself inside her body one gentle press at a time. He entered her so slowly he almost didn’t notice when he’d done it, but he could feel more keenly than ever before how her warmth enveloped him, how her juices dripped along his shaft, and how her channel opened.

He groaned. It was like sinking into butter, like piercing her flesh with a knife only there was no agony, no pain, no blood spilt… Only pleasure. A sigh shivered through his throat when he felt her swallow his whole tip, and for a moment he rested there. The hand that held her hip slid lower, encircling her waist, and he slotted himself to her from behind.

His thighs tensing, Sebastian pressed himself a little deeper, just applying the gentlest bit of a push and letting her channel, which now flexed and throbbed around him, swallow him like a hungry little mouth.

She whimpered and twisted in his arms as if crying from a bad dream. He shushed her and brushed his thumb over her stomach.

“There there, you’re alright,” he whispered, “nothing’s hurting you… I have you, you’re safe.”

She huffed and moved her hips, clearly displeased somehow, and it made Sebastian chuckle. He stopped moving and let her body adjust, difficult as it was for him to sit still. She was soaking him, her lips throbbing all around him, and her body was a furnace the deeper in he went. Lazily, he let his head rest just behind hers on the pillow and closed his eyes, a faint smile on his lips.

Something about his length plugging her up disturbed her, because after a few minutes she moved, casting herself first forward, then back.

“Trying to make yourself comfortable, my dear?” he mouthed against her skin, finishing it with a little kiss. He moved his hips slightly, managing to work himself a little deeper, and through her sleep she gasped. “Is that better, hmm?” he asked.

His knees were slotted just behind hers, his hips affixed to hers, skin sticking to skin in their mixed sweat, and with each throb, she pulled him deeper.

She was groaning louder now, her waist twisting in his grasp. Sebastian sat still, half-hoping for her to fall back into the deepest sleep, half for her to wake.

She did the latter.

“Mmh wh—”

His arm instinctively wrapped itself more firmly around her middle and the other cupped her rear, parting her a little more for him.

“What are you —”

“Ssshhh, easy, it’s only me.”

“Sebastian!”

“Does it hurt you?”

As her senses came to her and she realised what he was doing, she buried her face into the pillow and tried to pull away, but he was holding her too tightly. He quickly pulled her back and then pushed all the way inside. His groan got buried in her hair.

“So good,” he rambled, “body’s so soft when you’re asleep…”

“Stop that,” she muttered, and he could feel her tense.

“Almost done,” he whispered, “almost…”

His hot palm held her by the hip as he began to thrust, pushing himself all the way up to her end until he could feel his sac get soaked with her, then letting his hips ease back on their own, and on and on until his legs grew tired. He could feel her knees curl up as she tried to pull away, but it did little to stop him. His body chased hers, manhood holding her open and pleasuring itself with her tight hole.

“My sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear, dazed with tiredness and pleasure, “my favourite girl…”

Her fists clenched in the pillow. Sebastian’s breath grew wetter at the warm back of her neck, and he could feel her tightening around him. The hand that held her backside caressed her lower, sliding to her thigh, while the other trailed the path that led down to her mound and searched between her tightened thighs until he found her nub.

“S-stop,” she whispered, unconvincingly.

“Let me give you something that you like, my love,” he grinned, placing the promise with a kiss against her ear.

He slipped a finger between her folds and flicked the pudgy nub until she shuddered, his thrusts swaying her on the bed in quicker and more frantic cantings. She tried to quiet herself, but he could her hear breathing shudder, could feel her hole drip greedily around him as he forced an orgasm out of her.

“There’s my love,” he praised her. “Good, was it? Shhh, a bit more…”

She didn’t make another sound, and in fact seemed to have stopped breathing, but he could feel her heart beat frantically against his own as he held her to his chest. He kept flicking her, index slipping wetly on her nub, and pressed his manhood all the way up to the root.

The skin of his hips stuck to her, barely pulling away before he thrust back in, and soon a heat was licking up and down his thighs, his legs, his stomach, and he groaned.

He stopped as deep inside her as he could reach and held there, moaning in her ear as he released. His fingers stilled at her hard little button and his thighs were fixed to hers, sac churning once, twice, four times in the end to fill her with his seed.

“So good,” he whispered, “always feel so good when… when I…”

“I know,” she breathed out, her body limp and loose now that he was done with her.

His grasp tightened around her and he pressed a little deeper still, pushing his release inside her and keeping her plugged up with him. Her flesh and his throbbed harmoniously in pleasure. Slowly, Sebastian slid a leg between her own, covering more of her body as he held her tightly to his front and covered her neck with kisses.

“I love you,” he said against her skin.

“I know…”

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So…. did I vastly underestimate how hard the holiday season as a whole would weigh on my mental health? Hoo boy yes I did. Did I also bite off more than I could chew in a single chapter, and end up splitting it into two so I didn't go mad? Also yes. Did I take into consideration any of my personal health issues throughout all this, and prioritize them amidst an uptick of work in order to avoid crashing and burning? No, no I did not.

Needless to say, sorry for the bit of a delay in an update, but please enjoy what I have so far for you all! Hopefully I'll be able to get the next one edited and posted soon.

And as a personal note, please don't be like me. The holidays can be unduly hard sometimes. Please don't forget to eat, drink water, and get some rest. There is no shame in taking care of yourself. I hope for anyone else struggling right now, you find some tiny moments of joy to help carry you through <3

Credit for the OC Chrysanthemum headshot goes to wwispie on Etsy/Instagram!

Ao3: Petals on a Stream of Stars

Act 1, Chapter 10: Storytime

Wednesday

4:30 pm

Chrysanthemum

It was almost too easy to stay on the sidelines while Sun and the kids ran about, weaving in and around as they screamed their little heads off. As caretakers, they’d naturally fallen into a good working dynamic together, their individual care styles complimenting the other; Sun, with his never-ending energy, kept everyone up and playing, a veritable fountain of excitement. Whereas Chrys, when the inevitable would occur and a lone child would tap out, out of breath, she would step in, meeting each one with grace and keep them occupied until their little batteries recharged enough that they felt ready and able to rejoin the group. 

The party progressed well, managing to make it to a third round of “Princess and Gremlins”, a tie-breaker to determine the fate of the kingdom. In an unforeseen twist, the kids decided to forge an alliance in order to defeat their true obstacle, the mighty dragon, who ensured not a soul could reach the princess. Gremlins and Knights alike swarmed Sun’s feet, their war cry valiant and determined. 

“Ack, what is this??? Betrayal! Betrayal most foul! Run my princess, run while you still can!”

Using his superior reach to his advantage, Sun took Marigold off his shoulders and placed her outside the swarm of kids, before collapsing to the ground, surrendering to their tickle attack.

“No! You are too much for me! I… I have been… defeated…”

With over-dramatized flair, Sun breathed his last, and the kids cheered, standing triumphant over their slain foe. 

“Ha, alright you little monsters, you’ve won, you’ve won. Let him get up.”

There was little resistance as they followed Chrys’s instructions, the whole group a mess of sweat and smiles. He’d succeeded in tuckering them right out. 

“It seems to me like everyone could use a break,” Sun asked, head raised. “Would anyone like to sit and listen to a story?” 

Shouts of “Yes!” and “Yeah, yeah!” followed. 

“Wonderful! Head on over to the reading corner then, Sunbites, while Miss Chrys gets you all a little something to drink.”

The children needed no more encouragement, and finding their second wind, pushed their little legs as fast as they could go to claim the best spots on the rug first. Chrys sauntered over, stopping at Sun’s head, arms crossed as she loomed over him for once. 

“You doing alright down there?”

His smile faltered, and for a moment she worried something actually was wrong. His face held a seriousness she wasn’t used to, at least not from him. She tucked a strand of hair that fell out of place behind her ear in an effort to mask her growing concern.

“Uh, hello? Earth to Sunny? Those kids didn’t knock your motherboard out of place, did they?”

Still, he didn’t answer her, but sat up on his elbows, rotating his head on its axis so he still faced her head on, despite his torso remaining angled in the opposite direction. There was a look to his eyes she couldn’t place, something intense yet… sincere. The lack of levity she normally saw there sent a rush of goosebumps across her skin. She could do nothing to break the tension while he continued to stare, grateful then once he finally spoke. 

“The lights make your hair look like you have a halo around you. It’s… stunning.”

His tone held nothing but awe, a dissonant thought for her to comprehend directed at herself. Heat snuck into her cheeks against her will, and she turned away, unable to stand to meet his gaze any longer. If such a comment would have come from anyone else, she’d have denied it without a second thought. But from Sunny… her instincts misfired. She cleared her throat to break the silence.

“Oh, s-stop kidding around, ya goofball, the kids are waiting.”

She booped his nose, the easiest way she could think of to get them back to the casual ease she was used to with him, and give her a chance to hide her cheeks. Thankfully, he took the hint. 

“Right you are, sunshine! You mind grabbing the juices?”

“Not at all. You get going.”

True to form, he flipped his head around and curled himself into a rolling tumble, popping himself upright to dismount before jogging over to the group of waiting kids, bells jingling mirthfully. Chrys watched him leave, a smile worming its way onto her face even as she shook her head. 

Don’t read into it too much Chrys, he probably doesn’t realize how things like that can be misconstrued. Get your head on straight…

She’d learned the day before that a small fridge sat just behind the security desk, which housed all their cold refreshments. While meals weren’t usually their responsibility, it was good to have some water and juices on hand for certain situations. Using the loose fabric of her shirt to make a pouch with, she filled up on little juice pouches and tiny bottles of water and made her way towards the back half of the room where everyone else waited. 

Sun’s voice cut through the cacophony of childish voices, heard all the way from where she was. It sounded as if someone was having an argument over their spot selection. She wasn’t surprised, not with how easily amped these kids were. Sun was a saint to have handled this many kids on his own before. 

She hurried back, managing to reach the group just as everyone seemed to settle down. While she handed out the drinks, Sun called out to Marigold, asking her to come up front. 

“As our birthday girl and honorary princess for the day, why don’t you pick out the story? Go ahead and choose whatever you want from the bookshelf.”

She smiled wide, and ran to search the collection. It took her hardly a minute to find the one she wanted, and soon came bounding back, book in tow. 

“Why thank you!” Sun took her selection from her. “Let’s see… Oh. “The Gardener’s Daughter”. I don’t recognize this one. Well, we can just discover it all together then!”

 Trailing a finger down the edge lengthwise, he flipped the book open, and pulled out a small microchip embedded in its blank pages. He then inserted the chip into a hidden port at the back of his head, eyes glowing entirely white while the information transferred. The kids waited with bated breath, their anticipation mounting once his pupils returned to their normal sky-blue color. Chrys found the perfect place to sit, where she could still keep an eye on everyone, and made herself comfortable, sitting crisscross on the floor. With a squeal of glee, Marigold hurried to rejoin the group, but chose instead to plop herself down on Chrys’s lap rather than return to her original spot. Chrys gave a small “oof” as her body adjusted to the child’s additional weight, and the girl relaxed against her.

“Alright, is everybody ready?” Sun asked.

“Yes!” Shouted the crowd in unison.

“Fantastic!” Soft, subtle woodwind music began to play through the loudspeakers at his command, adding a touch of magic to the atmosphere. Chrys made one last quick visual sweep over the group, just to make sure all was well, before letting her attention fall completely under the spell of Sun’s dynamic storytelling. 

“Once upon a time, there lived a young prince in a magnificent castle. His life was a blessed one, full of all the luxuries one could imagine. But for all his riches, there was one thing he lacked, something he desperately longed for. Companionship. His father was a stern, serious ruler, his smiles saved only for court. His mother, lost to childbirth. The boy was alone, with not even the servants willing to care for him more than their duties demanded.  

For weeks upon weeks, months upon months, the boy pleaded for a friend to any who would listen. He’d willingly go to every magic lesson with the cranky old wizard, would never refuse to eat another vegetable again, whatever it took. For just as long a time, his wishes fell on deaf ears. Until one day, the fates decided to grant his request.

The boy awoke to find that they had lost their best gardener in an unfortunate accident, killed while protecting his father. As a means to reward the man for his valiant service after death, the king appointed the man’s widow as the new royal nanny, providing both security and sustenance for his family, including that of his only child. A girl, of about the same age as the young prince. 

He had his playmate at last. 

From then on, the two spent every spare second of the day together. Playing. Exploring. Growing. Learning. The years passed quickly for the pair, though their time together dwindled as they grew older, pulled apart by their individual studies. Though the responsibilities of life kept them apart, the prince thought of her often, his heart always yearning to be by her side. 

With the dawn of the prince’s 20th year, the time finally came where he’d mastered his studies, earning him the right to be considered of age, and the entire kingdom ran atwitter with excitement. The king sent invitations far and wide for all to come and celebrate the prince with a glorious ball. The servants decorated, the chefs cooked, and after months of preparation, the night of the ball arrived. 

Family and honored guests of all kinds arrived in droves, all dressed in their finest in the hopes of attracting the eye of the newly eligible young royal, though none would be able to. The prince had his sights set on one person, and one person only. He searched the ballroom high and low for her, failing to find even a glimpse. That is, until the band started to play a new song, capturing the attention of all. 

There she stood, the Gardener’s Daughter, singing alongside the band with a voice that stilled the entire ballroom, no longer a child but that of a beautiful young woman, as bright and inviting as any flower bloom. The prince, mesmerized, knew then and there who his future queen would be.   

But as quickly as the fates could give, the fates could also take away. 

Black smoke filled the room, pouring in from every window and doorway. All the guests choked, and the prince faltered, unable to see his beloved in the onyx haze. An evil chuckle resounded, and like the wind, the smoke disappeared, revealing to all that though everything appeared the same, something was very, very wrong.

The Gardener’s daughter had disappeared. 

In a fit of rage, the prince—”

The sharp creak of the entrance gates cracking open disrupted the illusion, shattering the story. All eyes drawn to the front, two human staff-members entered the daycare, their uniforms identifying them as part of the Atrium’s food team. Any chance the new guests might have had of a warm welcome crumbled as the children registered what had happened, their shouts of disapproval instant.

“It’s alright my little sunspots, it’s alright! We can finish the story another time, I promise!” 

Sun did his best to console the children, but they were having none of it. Chrys attempted to nudge Marigold off her lap in order to help him get the situation under control, but even she fought with her. 

“No! I wanna hear what happens next! What is the prince gonna do, what happened to the gardener’s daughter?”

“Yeah! We were just getting to the good part with all the spooky stuff!”

A little boy shouted in support of Marigold, prompting others to follow suit. Sun sighed, and popped the microchip out from the back of his head, making it clear that the time for storytelling was done. A chorus of dejected “awww’s” rang out. 

“Now kids, don’t you know that stories are meant to be read in bits and pieces! That’s why we have bookmarks, after all.” He stood, gesturing for everyone to stand. “Right now it’s time for pizza and cake, and presents! Aren’t you all getting hungry?” A few kids nodded their heads. “So, let’s all go put our shoes back on, and keep the fun going! I promise the story will still be here when you get back.” 

At his word, the majority of the kids obeyed, their frowns slowly dissipating as they scuttled towards the cubicles by the front doors. Marigold gave one last pout before climbing out of Chrys’s lap and followed behind the others. Having had the extra weight sitting on her for some time, Chrys struggled to stand, grunting like an old lady as uncomfortable tingles flowed through her legs. 

Sun stopped and reached a hand out, to which Chrys took eagerly. He pulled her to her feet with hardly any effort at all, another reminder of how much hidden strength those gangly limbs held.  

“Thanks,” Chrys said, wiping the wrinkles from her pants. “Interesting uh, story there, Mr. Narrator. Can’t say I heard that one growing up.”

“I believe it! You know, I’ve read each and every book we have here dozens of times over, and this one is completely new to me! No idea where she found it.”

Chrys laughed. “Watch it be some creepy magic book or something, poofed here out of nowhere to haunt the daycare.” She wiggled her fingers and made a parody of a spooky sound.

“Oh, don’t put that extra responsibility on me. I don’t know how to count inventory for a book that can vanish at will.”

They followed behind the children’s trail, the majority having already gotten their shoes on and standing in a line by the door, likely a habit from school. The few who remained hurried to catch up, struggling to tie their laces. Chrys and Sun split, assisting all who needed it until everyone was ready to go.

“Alright my little sunbites! Off you go! Eat all the things! And when you come back, there will be a special surprise waiting for you all! Now have fun!”

The staff waiting at the entrance, arms crossed and faces painfully bored, slunk off the door frames they leaned on and started the line moving out of the daycare. Sun waved them all off before turning to face her. 

“Chrys, why don’t you go with them? Get yourself something to eat too. I can handle the changeover here.”

She furrowed her brows. “Wait, you sure? I’m alright, I ate already, remember?”

Sun sighed, and cocked a single, swirly brow at her, his face and voice uncharacteristically deadpan. “A protein bar, a cheese stick, and a cup of fruit do not a meal make. You need something more substantial, and we won’t get another break before the party is over. So no butts!” 

He booped her nose, a reflection of her tactic from earlier, and ended the conversation with a smug smile. She made a humorous, mouthy sound, and playfully batted his hand away, prompting an even cheekier grin to plaster Sun’s face. He wasn’t giving her an inch. She rolled her eyes with a smile, but still acquiesced to his demands without fuss. Truth be told, she wouldn’t have thought to deny him anyway, but he needn’t know that. 

“Alright, alright. As you wish, good sir.” She walked backwards, giving him a spirited bow with a forehead salute before returning to a normal posture, and picked up her pace to catch up with everyone else as the last few kids rounded the corner.

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