It's rare that he gets like this—not being the type to beg for attention—he'd rather just wait until you came to him.
Waits until you finally decide to crawl into his lap—which doesn't take long. You'll wrap your arms around him, bury your face in the crook of his neck. What he really likes is when your fingers slowly creep up, getting tangled in the soft hair at the nape of his neck. Lazily scratching the area. Not that he'll ever admit it.
A heavy hand grips your thigh, squeezing the plush skin. The way you feel under his hand drives him feral, never having something so sweet like you under his touch. Sometimes he’ll even trace his finger up lightly, stopping right at the hem of your shorts. Cyan eyes closely watching the way goosebumps follow his finger.
But there are times where Kashimo thinks that you have him all figured out. You’ve caught on to the fact that he likes to wait for you to make the first move. So, you decide that two can play at this little game. You’ll wait until the sorcerer—who’s usually confident in everything he does—finally decides to use his words to get what he so desperately wants.
It might take days for Kashimo to finally cave in, but the outcome is beyond worth it.
After dinner, you and Kashimo both work in tandem to clean up the kitchen. You bring the last few dishes over to the sink where he’s currently washing the others. He stands there, scrubbing the cup a bit more harshly than he needs to. The corners of his mouth pulled down, pouting like the grumpy old man he is.
“What’s up with you?” You ask in a casual manner, really trying to get under his skin. And from the looks of it, it’s working.
You can see the way his fingers twitch slightly around the cup. The way the corner of his mouth twitches, like he’s stopping himself from saying what he really wants. It’s taking everything in him to not take you right here on the kitchen counters.
“Nothing, I’m fine. Finish cleaning up.”
“Hajime,” you start, giving him that deadpan look. “You’re staring at that cup like it’s wronged you in the worst way.”
He turns, giving you that look you know all too well. A straight face with eyes that feel like they’re piercing through your soul. You’ve seen it too many times before with all the little games you like to play.
You put your hands up, mocking surrender. “Okay… back to work then.”
Cut to later that night, you’re now lying in bed after showering and finishing up your nightly routine. When Kashimo enters your shared bedroom you can see it—feel it even. The shift in the room. The air feels thicker. The way his eyes immediately focus on you when he walks into the room has you squirming underneath his gaze. It’s intense.
He makes his way between your legs, turning to press his face against your thigh. It’s hot against his cheek. He takes a deep inhale of your scent, letting out a heavy groan that vibrates against your thigh. The sweet smell of your body wash mixed with your natural scent drives him crazy. It clouds his mind like smoke, making him feel dizzy.
Big, heavy hands grip your thighs, as if you might vanish if he doesn't hold on tight enough. Rough and calloused against your skin from the countless battles he's been chasing. 400 years without the gentle touch of a lover really does take a toll on a man. Kashimo wouldn't mind if the last breath he ever took was right here between your pretty legs.
He nips at the plush skin causing you to flinch. You snake your hand down, fingers getting tangled in the cyan hair that tickles your legs. “That hurt, Hajime,”you whine.
He looks up, heavy lidded eyes meet yours, never breaking away for a second. Fuck Kashimo looks so good like this between your legs, starved for your touch. He’ll take anything you give him. A thin layer of sweat already covers his pretty face. Cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
He licks the bite mark, soothing the stinging sensation it’s left behind. “You taste good,” he chokes out, voice strained.
This is all too much for Kashimo. He never thought he’d end up in a situation like this after being alone for so long. He wasn’t like this until you came along—so desperate for attention. He feels pathetic, but in the best way possible.
“Touch me,” he mumbles into your thigh. The blush on his face deepens, traveling down his neck to his chest. For someone who’s usually confident and in control, he suddenly feels a bit shy as those words leave his mouth.
"Finally using your words, Hajime," you tease. You scratch at his scalp, carding your fingers through his soft hair. A low grumble vibrates from deep in his chest. He's like a little cat purring in your lap. There really is nothing better than seeing one of the strongest sorcerers like this—soft and needy, like putty in your hands.
The sound of sheets rustling catches your attention. You look up to see that Kashimo has been softly grinding against the bed. A wide grin stretches across your face. This little game you started of trying to get Kashimo to give in first is going better than you had anticipated.
"Hajime-"
Shit. He's been caught. Yet he can't bring himself to stop, the throbbing ache between his legs is too much to ignore right now. The only thing bringing him some relief is the soft sheets beneath him—and the fact that he knows your soaked in your own arousal under your sleep shorts. It's enough to make him cum in his sweats.
He nips at your thigh once again. "Not a word."
a/n: didn't mean to make kashimo so submissive in this one but i think that makes it better
For the past couple of days you’ve been feeling the weight of Kashimo’s eyes on you—but it’s not so much in the ‘cutely admiring you’ type of way.
It lingers, there’s something that you can’t quite place swimming underneath those pools of cyan. No matter what you’re doing he’s always there with that piercing gaze. Having to look away anytime he gets like this, your face heats up not knowing how to deal with this newfound attention.
With now being one of those many times where you’ve caught him staring. All you wanted to do was relax and watch a little bit of tv, days off are rare for the both of you so why not take advantage of this time?
But the relaxation part doesn’t last very long when you feel that familiar heavy gaze.
It’s hard to ignore when you can also see him out of your peripheral. He doesn’t move, just choosing to silently watch you. You slowly turn towards Kashimo, trying to follow his line of sight.
It’s your lips. He’s been staring at your lips this whole time.
“What is it, Hajime?” You bring your hand up to your mouth, feeling around the area. “Is there something on my face?”
He shuffles closer, slender fingers gently taking hold of your jaw. Your bottom lip is met with the rough pad of his thumb, he begins to slowly trace it.
“Open your mouth.” His voice is low, yet gentle. It pulls you in, obeying without a thought. You part your lips just enough for Kashimo to slide his thumb in and press it down on your tongue. He focuses on the way it feels—it’s warm, wet.
There’s a slight twitch in his pants that his chooses to ignore, wanting to continue this ‘observation’ of his. “Mmf—‘jime!” You grab his wrist, pulling his hand away from your face. A thin string of saliva connecting the tip of your tongue to his thumb.
“Could’ve given me a warning before you did that, Hajime.” You rub at your lip, trying to wipe away any remaining drool. Though his actions took you by surprise, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling a bit needy for more.
“I’m going to try something.” Bringing his hand to your mouth once again, he slides his middle and ring finger inside. Going a bit deeper than he did before. But it’s too much. Your gag reflex kicks in, Kashimo can feel the way your throat is contracting—a desperate attempt to remove the fingers that invade your mouth.
Your tongue traces his long, slender fingers, coating them in your saliva. It messily makes its way down the rest of his hand while some of it gets on your chin. Your hands move on instinct, grabbing at his wrist again but you make no attempt to pull him away.
“Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat.” Kashimo’s voice is soothing, helping you focus on trying to get air.
You look down to see that there’s now a very prominent bulge in his pants. Seems you’re not the only one that’s enjoying this experience. There’s a fire burning in your lower belly, your thighs rub together looking for any sort of friction.
Just when you thought he was going to give you more, he pulls away. With his fingers no longer taking up space in your mouth, you’re able to take in more air. Cyan eyes watch the way your chest rises and falls rapidly.
The corner of his mouth curves up slightly, that all too familiar smirk growing on his face. His voice comes out in that low, raspy way that makes your head feel fuzzy. “Again?”
a/n: this might suck a little but i kept getting edits of kashimo and his hands on my fyp so i had to write something about it
You’ve just about finished making dinner when you hear the front door open. You start wiping down the counters, trying to get all the cleaning done quickly. Walking over to the entrance, you spot Kashimo taking off his shoes. His movements are slow, but not so much in a controlled or precise way. He's exhausted.
Lately, your schedules have been busy with mission after mission. There's barely any time to actually be together, the routine has been the same for the past week or so: get home, shower, maybe order some food, then head to bed. It's tiring, but the higher ups are very demanding and there isn’t much room to say no to them.
Today was supposed to be a day off for both of you. The plan was to stay in and be lazy, order some food and watch shitty movies. And if Kashimo was up for it, maybe he'd let you mess with his hair, try out a few different styles. But all of that had to be put on hold when he got called in for a last-minute mission.
"You’re home just in time, Hajime. I just got finished making dinner,” you say sweetly.
He lets out deep sigh, shoulders sagging a bit. His clothes are a bit dirtied and torn in some places. Hair disheveled, some pieces coming undone from the two buns that he usually styles it in. You reach your hand out, brushing your fingers through his hair. Somehow it’s still kept its softness even after all the running he was doing, you’re almost jealous.
“Rough mission?” you ask.
He leans into your touch, finding comfort in the way your fingers run through his hair. To the others, seeing Kashimo act so soft would seem odd, maybe even concerning. But it’s all normal to you, even if he doesn’t get like this often. Not having any downtime can take a toll on a person, even for someone like him.
“It was nothing I couldn’t handle,” his voice is low, laced with exhaustion.
“Hey, why don’t we take a shower and just relax in bed afterwards? I’m sure it’s been a long day.” Your suggestion sounds nice. It’s been too long since the last time you both got to enjoy a night together. He doesn't say it out loud, but Kashimo would much rather be in your arms than anywhere else right now.
Making your way to the bathroom with Kashimo following a few steps behind. You turn the shower on, the sound of the water rushing out of the shower head fills the room. You stick your hand in, testing the temperature. Turning towards Kashimo, you grab his wrist, beginning to unwrap the bandages on his arm.
"You don't need to do that." He looks down, watching the way you slowly unravel the bandages. You move in such a careful manner, as if he were a fragile piece of glass that you didn't want to break.
"Yeah, but I want to." The corners of your mouth turn up slightly; a small smile etched onto your features.
Once you’re finished, he starts taking off the thick fabric of his clothes with you doing the same. Sliding open the shower door, you check the temperature one last time before getting in. The steam immediately wraps around you and Kashimo. He can feel the stiffness slowly leaving his aching muscles, body becoming more relaxed by the second.
Grabbing the bottle of shampoo, you pop the cap and squeeze a generous amount into the palm of your hand. You lather it up, reaching your hands out to start gently messaging it into Kashimo’s hair.
He lowers his head towards you, closing his eyes. Kashimo lets himself get lost in your gentle touch. The stress from the day melts away, following the droplets of water that slide down the drain.
Letting out a low groan, his voice can barely be heard over the sound of the water rushing. “That feels nice.”
You push his head back under the water, watching the soap run down the crevices of his body. Kashimo isn’t one to express his feelings out loud, but you know that he loves when you take care of him like this. He loves the closeness of it all, something that took him a bit to get used to.
Stepping out of the shower, you wrap yourself in a fluffy towel. It’s soft against your skin. You hand one to Kashimo, both taking your time drying off. Making your way to your shared bedroom, you pick out some comfy pajama bottoms and an oversized shirt. While Kashimo opts to just wear sweatpants.
He moves to sit at the edge of the bed with you standing between his parted legs. He looks up at up you with that cute little pout he always wears. Watching the way you grab his towel, bringing it closer to him. His pout deepens a little. “What are you doing?”
“Your hair is dripping everywhere like wet dog, Hajime. I’m just going to dry it a little.” You shoot him a serious look, letting him know to not complain. Using the towel, you ruffle his hair a bit getting rid of any excess water.
“You can get in bed now. I’ll join you in a sec.” You make a quick trip to the bathroom to put the towels away. When you come back to your bedroom you notice that Kashimo already seems to have fallen asleep.
The constant missions must’ve taken a toll on him more than you initially thought. Climbing into bed, you watch the way his chest rises and falls with each deep breath. You admire his pretty face, brushing some of the hair out of the way. You use your finger to delicately trace the little lightning marks underneath his lashes.
Without a second thought he shuffles over slotting himself between your legs, placing his head on your chest. Taking in a deep breath, the sweet scent of your body wash mixed with your natural scent brings him much comfort.
You feel the weight of his body slowly being pressed against you. The rhythmic beats of your heart helping him doze off.
tags; mdni 18+ riding, no plot, p in v, handjob, possibly ooc kashimo, wc 2.4k
a/n: dude it feels like it’s been eons since i’ve written smut so idk how to feel about this. we’ll count this as a warmup/practice for some other stuff i’m working on
If there’s one thing you both loved and hated about your boyfriend.
It’s definitely how can cocky he can be.
Sure you love how confident he gets when he finds a good opponent. That fiery look he gets in his eyes. The overly confident smirk on his lips, like he already knows the outcome of the fight. Watching the way he moves, years of experience in the battlefield, knowing just how to overwhelm his opponent.
God, you love watching him in his element. You’d love it even more if you got to see all those muscles you know are flexing with his every move.
But you can’t complain too much when Kashimo comes home, stripping himself of the thick fabric. The sweat running down his toned body, through the ridges of his abs—down his broad chest that heaves up and down with each heavy breath.
When he gets out of the shower, droplets of water replacing the sweat that was once there. The steam from the shower making the room hotter than it already was, it clings to you. Makes your skin feel warm. Leaving you with an uncomfortable, achy feeling.
Your eyes trail down his glistening skin to the towel hanging low around his narrow hips. They follow the electric blue happy trail that disappears just below the soft fabric. Sometimes it feels like Kashimo does this on purpose—puts on this little show because he knows just what it does to you.
That’s the part about his cockiness that you hate.
He knows exactly how to get under your skin, sending a tingling, throbbing sensation between your legs. He does just enough to get you riled up. Only to leave you wanting more.
You’re so lost in thought, you don’t realize that he’s been calling out to you for the past minute.
Your body jolts, coming back to your senses. You turn towards Kashimo who sits just a bit away from you on the couch.
“What is it, Hajime?”
"You spaced out. Are you even watching the movie?"
Running your fingers through your hair, you turn back to the tv. "Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking about something."
Your eyes are fixed on whatever movie you picked out, but your mind is elsewhere. Drifting back to your previous thought, how Kashimo always seems to be the one in control—particularly in the bedroom.
But tonight you really just want to put him in his place—or at least try to.
"Hey, Hajime," you call out softly.
He turns to you. Meeting your eyes, signaling for you to continue.
"can I be on top tonight?" Your face is already starting to feel a bit warm just from asking the question alone.
His eyes go wide for a split second, a bit shocked at your bold question. Eyes trailing back to the tv, he clears his throat,"are you sure you can handle that? You like when I do all the work.”
There it is again, that stupid smirk on his face. You hate that Kashimo thinks he's the one who's in control. But he isn't entirely wrong, most of the time he ends up doing all the work—he is the one with all the stamina though. You both know he can keep going until you both finish multiple times.
Then again, this isn't entirely thought out. Taking him in any other position still takes a good amount of prep—eating you out till you've lost count of how many times you came, using his fingers to scissor you open. It's a lot of work just to take him, but you're determined. Wanting to see him under you whimpering and begging. Tears running down his pretty face.
Mustering up all the confidence you have, determination in your eyes. "Yeah. I'll be just fine, 'Jime."
—
Using his long, thick fingers to work you open. Curling them against that sweet spot inside your sopping hole, Kashimo brings you to an orgasm for the second time that night.
Feeling ready, you push him back against the bed, moving to straddle his hips. You place your hands on his abs to help yourself balance, they tense underneath your touch. Sharp, cyan eyes look up at you. The corner of his mouth curving up slightly.
"Giving up already?" The large hands gripping your hips grow tighter.
"Just gimme a sec," you mutter quietly.
This is a bit more intimidating than you initially thought it was going to be. You've never taken him in full like this, it's no doubt going to be a challenge. Maybe you'll just stall for a little bit.
Using one of your hands to run lightly down his happy trail, you stop at the tufts of electric blue hair just above the base of his cock. Taking it in your hand, it's hot and heavy. Throbbing and begging for release.
You begin slowly stroking his aching cock. Starting at the base and working your way to the blushing red tip, leaking milky pre on your fingers. His hips jolt, chasing the feeling of your soft hand.
"S-shit are you planning on doing that all night," voice coming out strained.
The air in the room feels thick, suffocating and you've barely gotten started. But now it feels like you got the upper hand, Kashimo is pliant underneath you. Small whimpers leaving his mouth, he almost looks a bit embarrassed. Fuck, you could listen to those noises all night.
Face flushed a pretty shade of red that travels down his neck and chest. His breathing gets heavy with each stroke, you start pumping his cock faster. Only to abruptly stop at the tip to rub his leaking slit. He whines from how sensitive it is.
You collect the pre-cum, using it as lube continuing to stroke his throbbing dick. Slick, wet noises fill the room making Kashimo's face flush an even deeper red. He brings his hand up to grab at your wrist.
"E-enough of that." His breathing is erratic. "You said you wanted to be on top, so quit stalling."
Your heart beats rapidly—it's loud, you wouldn't be surprised if Kashimo could hear it. He can feel just how nervous you are, body already starting to shake just a bit. You wrap your hand around the base, lifting your hips to line yourself up with him.
Sinking down slowly, the stretch from his cock hurts in the best way. It's thick, bullying it's way inside your pulsing cunt. Breath caught in your throat, your eyes squeeze shut, trying to get past the initial pain. Pushing the tip past the tight ring, you gasp for air feeling like you can finally breath again.
You look down between your sweat covered bodies where you're both connected. Cursing yourself since you now see how many more inches you have left to go.
"Too much already?" mocking concern. You can feel the rough skin of his palm rubbing your lower tummy.
"mmf—just help me a little," you whine.
Bringing his hand lower, he uses his thumb to rub at your swollen clit. He moves in small, tight circles adding just right amount of pressure. You throw your head back from the pleasure, lashes fluttering, a soft hum leaving your throat.
"That f-feels good, 'Jime." the slick pooling out of your pussy helps you sink down another two inches. The head of his cock presses nicely against that spongy spot. It has your head spinning, soft mewls escaping from your plush lips.
The small circles Kashimo rubs on your clit help you get the rest of him inside. It's overwhelming with how full you feel. Like he's in your throat, making it so hard to breath. His cock reaches the deepest parts inside your cunt. Your skin already feeling hot and sticky with sweat.
Hajime looks so pretty like this, head thrown back in the soft pillows. Beads of sweat sliding down his skin—hot to the touch. Bangs sticking to his face. He looks lost in pure ecstasy.
"F-fuck you're perfect," he groans, it vibrates throughout his chest. The praise causes your pussy to flutter around him. You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you. The grip on your hips grows tighter, almost bruising. Trying to ground himself, not wanting to cum too quickly. You wait a few seconds letting you both adjust.
"I'm gonna move now, Hajime," you say softly. You brush some of the hair away from his sticky skin.
Raising your hips, you stop once it's just the tip inside. Kashimo watches you with heavy lidded eyes, filled with warmth and passion. Chest rising and falling gently with each deep breath.
Sinking back down at a painfully slow pace. His cock massages your walls deliciously. Hitting every spot that you're unable to reach with your own fingers.
Leaning forward, your face a breath away from Kashimo's, the tips of your noses touching. One hand sliding up to settle on your waist. He looks down at your lips, then moving back up to admire your pretty features.
Your lips brush against each other, breaths mingling. Bare chests pressed against each other, pushed further together with each deep breath you take. You press your lips softly against Hajime's.
They're a bit dry but the contrast feels so good compared to your soft ones. It's slow but desperate. They move against one another perfectly, poking your tongue out to trace his bottom lip. Hajime parts his lips letting you in.
You use your tongue to explore his mouth, running it along his teeth. He takes this as a chance to gently suck on the warm, wet muscle. Swallowing every little moan you let out.
Pulling away, a thin string of saliva connects your lips. He presses kisses along your jaw moving down your neck. Stopping at the crook of your neck, he licks the salty sweat off your warm skin.
You feel a rough hand slide down your waist, giving your ass a few harsh smacks.
"F-faster," he growls, low into your neck.
Your hips pick up the pace, bouncing faster. The sound of wet skin meeting wet skin fills the rooms. It's the only thing that can be heard besides the whimpers and moans coming from you and Kashimo.
He sucks marks into your skin, shades of red blooming on your neck and chest. They'll no doubt be darker by tomorrow. He bites down on the delicate skin causing you to cry out.
"N-ngh Hajime please!" He licks over the bite mark, soothing the stinging sensation it leaves behind.
You place your hands on his firm chest, pushing yourself to sit up. Your thighs are starting to burn, they shake violently not being able to keep up with the pace you set. You need a break even if it means asking Kashimo for help. Letting him have control.
"H-hajime help me please! I can't!" you whimper, hips stuttering. Your movements slow down just barely. No longer bouncing, now just grinding on his lap. It allows for Kashimo's cock to hit other deep spots inside your soaking cunt.
When you look down at him, you expect to see that cocky smirk like he knew this would happen. Instead, you’re met with a gentle look in his eyes, they only look up at you with complete adoration.
"C'mere, I've got you," he murmurs. He moves to sit up, falling back against the headboard. Letting you settle on his lap, you both take a second to catch your breaths. You rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes, you listen to sound of his heavy breathing.
"You did better than I thought you would." he chuckles low under his breath. You can feel his chest vibrate under the palm of your hand. Using that same hand to smack him lightly, a small smile makes its way onto your lips.
"Shut up, Hajime."
Hooking his arms under your knees, his hands come to grab at your ass. He taps the plush skin a few times, trying to get your attention, "You ready?"
You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face deeper inhaling his musky scent. Kashimo takes this as the signal to start. Thick arms begin bouncing you in his lap.
He sets a brutal pace, the tip of his cock rams against your g-spot with each pass. Massaging your warm, wet walls bringing you closer to cumming.
"F-fuck you feel so good wrapped around me—mmf—like you were m-made for me." He tries so hard to control the whimpers leaving his lips. It's becoming increasingly difficult trying to stop himself from cumming. The way you feel wrapped around his cock is becoming too much for him.
The friction from the tufts of hair at the base of his dick add extra stimulation to your aching clit. It makes your pussy flutter around his cock, squeezing him tight.
"Please don't s-stop 'Jime! I'm so close!" you whine. The pleasure and stimulation becoming too much for you. You pick your head up to look at Kashimo. Face and chest flushed a deep red, a sheen of sweat covers his body. He looks so fucked out.
Head thrown back, hot puffs of air leaving his parted lips. Eyes shut tight trying to focus on making you cum first. Wanting to feel you cream on his cock. Your pussy hugs his cock so perfectly, he never wants this feeling to end.
"Hajime, want you to f-fill me up," you quietly beg. Cradling his jaw, you bring his face to yours. Pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, you moan into his mouth. Your pussy clenches around him at the thought of being stuffed with his cum, more of your arousal soaking his cock.
Desperate to finish, you snake your hands between your bodies rubbing fast, tight circles onto your needy clit. It only takes a few seconds before white, hot pleasure flashes over you, causing your cunt to convulse around Kashimo's aching cock.
"Nngh I'm cumming!" your body trembles. Nails digging into his back, leaving red, stinging scratches. Your orgasm rips through your body, thighs shaking violently. Your back arches, pushing your chest further against his.
The repeated squezzing from your pussy makes Kashimo's cock twitch heavily inside you. The grip on your ass tightens, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Muscles straining, abs tensing, it takes everything in him to not completely fall apart. Panting, his voice comes out raspy, almost sounding wrecked.
"Fuckfuckfuck!"
That's when you feel it, the heat of his cum filling you up. There's too much, it drips to the bottom creating a ring around the base of his cock. A mixture of your slick and his hot cum. His hips twitch, burying himself to the hilt trying to pump every last drop into you.
He looks a mess, panting heavily trying to catch his breath. He doesn't pull out right away, wanting to keep you full of him. Hands resting on your hips, he gently massages the sore area.
TUMBLR'S RECENT UPDATE IS AWFUL AND WE SHOULD COMPLAIN LOUDER AGAINST IT.
Hey so, I thought maybe we should participate in a blackout day to protest against the new tumblr update.
Let's try March 19. So that people have time to see this and plan for it.
Do not log in or use tumblr for 24 hours on this day.
Reblog this and make a tag chain to maximise visbility—the more people aware of this awful update, the better.
Circle the date on your calendar, or set a reminder on your phone. As a bonus it will be a good break from social media. Spend the day doing things you like—start that book you've been waiting to read, go outside, watch a good movie... just do anything except open tumblr.
I think we should show tumblr that we are not happy with this update in every possible way we can.
File support tickets with feedback (SEE BELOW ON HOW TO SEND FEEDBACK), post about how this update makes you feel, reblog other's posts about this update, offer as detailed and honest feedback as possible to tumblr—WE DO NOT WANT THIS UPDATE!!
Remember that WE are the end consumers.
WE build their platform, WE fill it with posts, WE are the reason they generate revenue, WE are the reason this platform has power, and for these reasons WE should feel satisfied with the service they provide. ESPECIALLY if you pay for tumblr premium, you are entitled to make a complaint about the platform you are PAYING.
I used to like tumblr and I'd like to cling to it, but this update is just horrible. It makes me not want to continue posting at all. It is utterly demotovating as-is with my being mature labelled, but this update is just intolerable. I do not know how I will feel motivated to post at all in the future if this update is not rolled back.
I know I don't have much reach, especially with a label on, but I hope this reaches at least a few people.
Please participate if you care. Please reblog and tag people you know. Send every bit of feedback to tumblr that you possibly can.
I really don't want to see my once favorite site ruined beyond repair. I really want to continue enjoying this site. I have a community of people here which I have built over years, a community which I deeply love and appreciate and cherish interacting with. My blog thrives on being able to see feedback in reblogs on my post. The whole point of posting is that people see it and engage with it. This update is at best nonsensical and at worst, going to shred off many creators from the platform and rip apart any last bits of fun we have using it.
SEE BELOW for more information on the update & how to send a support ticket to give feedback.
HOW TO SEND FEEDBACK THROUGH SUPPORT TICKETS
Go to tumblr support
Select the category "feedback"
Write in formal, polite tone—try not to sound rude, but constructive and earnest about how dissatisfied you feel about the update and its effects
EXAMPLE: I am writing regarding tumblr's recent update. I am not happy with this feature and do not see myself enjoying the platform with this being implemented. Please rollback this update.
IMPORTANT LINKS
Comment your feedback on tumblr's twitter
Here is the original tumblr post stating the update change
This post by @thatlittleegyptologist explains the effects of the update
Dear tumblr please listen to our feedback and rollback this update.
this is genuinely such a stupid and selfish update that no one asked for. im starting to wonder how exactly this benefits anyone BUT tumblr in supporting their own ad campaigns.
i dont even want to open tumblr and look around anymore because of this update. we do not need another twitter. do not take the fun from tumblr away with this unnecessary shit.
if you don't understand what's happening, or why this is harmful, here are some posts:
the original update announcement
a clear explanation of why this is bad
what you can do on your part aside from logging out & this
for the protest: a particular time zone has not been set however just log out, just do it. i will be logging out from march 19th to march 21st (refer this post) and id love it if more people joined us in logging out. doesn't have to be for 48 hours - but every bit counts.
i love tumblr and i love the platform it has given me for my beloved outlet and the chances of meeting so many like-minded people, so i hope things are going to go back to the way they were.
Never in his 400 years of being on this earth did Kashimo ever think he would be jealous of a little furball.
Now, Kashimo’s known for a while that you have a pet, he's met the damn thing multiple times when he would stay over at your apartment. But this was before you both decided to take that next big step and live together.
So, the problem isn't that he and your feline friend didn't get along. Your cat, Milo, actually liked Kashimo. Curling up in his lap from time to time, ‘making biscuits’ on his chest, even following him around the place and rubbing against his legs. After multiple visits to your place, Milo had grown used to Kashimo's presence.
The real isssue is that he never realized how attached little Milo was to you until he moved in.
Always around you, taking up all your attention. Kashimo isn’t the type to beg for affection, but sometimes he wants to be one with his head in your lap. It’s like the little guy knows exactly what he’s doing.
Which is the exact predicament he’s in right now.
Coming home from a long day of training, all he wanted to do was shower and nap with his head in your lap while you scratched his scalp. Loving the feeling of your warm skin against his face. It brings him comfort and helps him relax.
But no.
The furball beat him to it. Walking into the living room after finishing up his shower, already getting irritated the second he sees Milo lying snug on your thighs. Making a perfect ‘loaf’ is what Kashimo remembers you calling it.
“He’s a baby. He just wants love and affection” is what you would tell him. But you also call Kashimo your ‘baby’ sometimes, as much as he claims to hate it, but doesn’t that mean he’s deserving of your love and affection, too?
And you don’t even notice Kashimo’s sulking or the silent competition he’s in with your pet. Lost in your own little world, eyes focused on the tv watching your little show. He watches as your hand moves to scratch behind Milo’s ear. The ball of fluff begins to purr in contentment. Swearing that his eyes are playing tricks on him when it looks like the little feline is smiling.
He’s not going to lie and say his blood isn’t boiling a little bit. It’s stupid to get worked up over something like this but Kashimo would like to spend some time with his own partner.
But he’ll be good and let Milo take the win this time.
Later that night, after finishing up getting ready for bed, he walks into the bedroom to see Milo lying on your chest. You turn your head to see Kashimo glaring in your direction. Cold, hard staring.
“Hajime, what’s wrong?” voice laced with concern, you sit up slightly. The cat moves to sit beside you. He also stares at Kashimo, head tilted slightly as if to mock concern.
Moving towards the bed, he stops to pick up the ball of fluff. He walks to the other side of the room, voice a bit more serious than what the situation calls for, “He can sleep in his own bed tonight.”
Plopping Milo into his little bed, he gets cozy right away.
Climbing into the bed, he wraps an arm around your waist and places his head on your chest. Letting out a deep sigh, he closes his eyes ready to pass out after the long day.
You bring one of your hands to his head, running your fingers through his hair. Giggling quietly to yourself, “ So that’s what this is about. You seemed more pouty than usual.”
Turning off the light on the bedside table, you both lie in silence for a few minutes before it gets interrupted. Kashimo can practically feel the wide grin forming on your face.
Laughing softly, “I can’t believe one of the strongest sorcerers has beef with a cat.”
He lets out a low grumble, pressing his face further into your chest.
this little drabble has just been sitting in my drafts 😭 thought i’d go ahead and post it. might be ooc kashimo
sitting in your shared bedroom, staring down at kashimo, slightly glaring at him. he’s sitting at the edge of the bed, a stoic look on his face. you’re standing in front of him between his legs, arms crossed in front of your chest. you two just had a small argument, nothing serious but it was enough for you be lecturing him about it.
you’ve been going on and on for a good few minutes now and he sorta just wants you both to move past this. just wants you to pamper him and play with his hair but he won’t admit that though. it’s a good thing he knows exactly how to get back on your good side.
hands moving to your hips, he pulls you towards him. going quiet at this very sudden and unexpected action, you stumble a bit, your hands reach out to grab at his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles from all the hard training and many fights. your head tilts slightly to the side, brows furrowing.
letting his hands rest on your hips for a few seconds, squeezing softly. your face is starting to feel warm, but you don’t stop him from whatever he’s doing. you want to see where this goes. feeling one hand slowly travel down to the back of your thigh, goosebumps following wherever they go. he stops right at the crease where your ass meets your thigh, giving it a few soft squeezes while his other hand travels to your ass.
kashimo’s grip tightens, kneading at the soft flesh. he loves the feeling of your plush skin under his big hands. you go still for a few seconds, eyes widening as you look down at him, “hajime, what are you doing?” voice coming out a bit surprised. you didn’t really expect this from him.
tilting his head slightly to look up at you, he puts on the best puppy eyes, lips pushing into a little pout. he lets out a quiet, “i’m sorry for upsetting you.” it’s like he’s suddenly turned very meek, a side of him you don’t get to see often.
staring down at him, the look on your face softening. one of your hands moves to rest at the crook of his neck, your thumb moving softly up and down against his skin. you really just can’t stay mad at him when he’s like this. you’ve basically forgiven him for whatever he’s done, you can’t remember anymore.
it’s like he knows you have a soft spot for this sorta submissive side of him that you rarely get to see. and you really can’t complain because he looks so pretty like this.
debonair - kashimo hajime x f!sorcerer!reader (mdni) wc. 1.6k
tags.: mentions of blood, sparring, kashimo is held at swordpoint for a good while, oral (f. receiving), cum feeding, masturbation, masturbation at swordpoint actually, dominant reader, sub kashimo, hinted edo period, historical inaccuracy (?) this is for the 5 kashimo fans out there.
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the first time you met kashimo hajime, you were left speechless.
"take me as your husband," the sorcerer panted as he looked up at you, as his hand closed around your ankle which was currently pressing down on his chest.
you tugged your leg free, stumbling away from him as he got up off the ground after getting his ass handed back to him as you defeated him in a spar.
"i beg your pardon?" your brows furrowed as you drew yourself in a fighting stance once again, not showing outwardly how flabbergasted you were at the audacity of this strange man.
he followed suit, his lips still pulled into a feral grin. "if i manage to beat you, you must take me as your husband."
you crinkled your nose at that thought, having known him for less than a day. "and if i win?" you played along anyway.
he tilted his chin up so that he was looking down at you, "you can take whatever you want from me."
you cocked your head, "whatever i want?" a small smile decorating your face.
"anything."
and then he charged at you.
kashimo hajime was, once again, beneath you.
you panted as you dug the heel of your shoe into his sternum, your katana drawn to his throat. his arms were splayed out as blood poured down his wounds.
his chest heaved as he looked up at you, getting his confirmation that you were indeed the stronger sorcerer. "you win."
"i do." you make no move to step off him, and neither does he. "time for my reward."
you directed your gaze at your apprentice, "vacate the hall, do not enter unless i ask you to."
she bows once before ushering the bystanders who had gathered to watch the two strongest sorcerers fight out of the hall, closing the doors behind her.
"now," you turned your attention back to the sorcerer beneath you, "where was i?"
"your reward," he replied, lifting his head slightly as he tried to get up from under you.
"stay down there, haji," you bring the tip of your katana to his lips, the weapon tinted with his blood. "clean it."
his tongue darted out as he ran it over the tip of your blade, all while holding eye contact with you.
"what can you do for me, kashimo?" you hid the shiver that passed down your spine and sheathed your katana.
he smirked up at you, "everything you want."
"get up," you commanded, eyes softening as he propped himself up on his elbows.
you didn't need to say anything as you cup the back of his head and parted your kimono slightly, bringing his face close to your core.
he dove in between your legs, pressing his nose against your clothed cunt, taking a long, deep inhale.
he cupped his hand over your crotch, a single zap of electricity delicately burning away the fabric barriers between him and his reward. without wasting a second, he planted himself between your thighs, hands sliding around your ass and settling there.
you gasped as your knees buckled when kashimo's tongue found your core. he licked a long stripe across your vulva, tilting his head up to look at your face.
you moaned as he nudged your clit with his nose while his tongue continued its ministrations along your core. his hands found your ass and squeezed, watching your reactions.
your fist closed around his hair, bringing his face deeper into your cunt. you bit your lip to hold back the lewd noises trying to escape you, feeling his tongue hot and invasive around your sex.
kashimo closed his lips around yours and sucks so hard you were buckling down on his face. he used his hands on your ass to bring you down more onto his face, urging you to ride him as he devoured you.
"w-wait, k-kashi-" your face scrunches in a frown, trying to fight the orgasm that you could feel was building as you ground down on his face.
"it's hajime to you," he grinned against your pussy, waiting until he caught your eyes before wrapping his lips around the little nub and sucking it hard.
you gripped his hair as you start grinding your hips down on his mouth, feeling the bridge of his nose nudge your clit with every slide, his tongue swirling around in your orifice.
"ngh.. w-wai- i'm close," you pant, shuddering as his brought his finger close to your core, sinking two of them in a smooth motion.
"yes..." he exhaled, his hot breath hitting your folds, "go ahead, come on my tongue," his smug voice reverberated against your sex as he dove back in.
that snapped you out of it. in a swift motion, you had him flat on his back on the ground, your shoe finding its way to his crotch before he had time to react.
katana drawn out, you pointed it back against his throat. his eyes widened slightly in surprise as he looked down at the tip of your sword and then down to his crotch before back at your face
"i like you better like this," you schooled your expression into an impassive one as you tentatively pressed your sole down on his crotch.
he hissed slightly, before he smirked, "whatever the lady wants, the lady gets."
you narrow your eyes, getting annoyed by his smugness but also undeniably turned on. you could feel the hard length beneath your foot, even with footwear on.
“strip,” your quiet voice carried in the empty training hall as you removed your foot from his crotch.
he wasted no time in shedding his pants, being careful not to stab his throat with your katana that was still pointed at him.
his heavy cock springing up immediately. the angry red tip was dripping with pre-cum, slightly curved almost as if it was saluting you.
you let out a giggle at that thought and kashimo’s eyes snapped up at you.
“i lay bare beneath you, and you laugh at me?” he pouts, eyebrows furrowing as he looks up at you through his lashes, “you are a cruel woman.”
you smile, amused by his misunderstanding of your reaction but not bothering to correct him. he looked so cute like this, naked, pouting and as hard as a diamond.
“touch yourself, haji.”
the quiet command makes his breath get caught in his throat. his cock twitches before he wraps his large palm around it.
you keep your katana pointed at him while your gaze remains on his nether regions. kashimo starts to stroke his cock in a rhythmic motion, sliding to the base, then the top, going around his tip and then back to the base.
he bites his lip, feeling vulnerable and crazy for letting you hold him in such a humiliating position. having you look down at him while you're way more clothed than he is, knowing a flick of your wrist might injure him gravely and he just did not care.
kashimo's breathing starts to speed up in sync with his palm, stroking himself faster, trying to gauge your reaction. behind your impassive expression, your eyes are heavy and dilated, trained on his cock.
it twitches again under your gaze, spurts of pre-cum coming out of the tip that hajime immediately wipes down on his cock. his hips thrust the air as he bites the inside of his cheek trying to remain quiet.
in an instant, you withdraw your katana and crouch near his chest, your fingers closing around his jaw. "don't hold them back haji, let me hear how pathetic you are."
a whimper leaves his throat, followed by an embarassed moan. his hand speeds up, pumping his cock furiously while the other hand settles on your waist.
you lean forward, holding the back of his head as you finally settle your lips over his. he opens his mouth, ever so compliant, and you don't hesitate before diving your tongue in.
he moans into your mouth, letting his mouth be explored by your tongue. you're not touching him much, and he feels pathetic as he realises his orgasm is nearing.
"are you close?" you cradle his cheek gently, not looking back, but you could hear the slick sounds of his palm pumping his cock.
"ngh- yes.. haa-" he pants, mouth open as a tremor travels down his spine. "kiss me."
"tsk tsk, is that a command? really?" you lean away from him, and he whimpers at your reprimanding tone.
"s-sorry, please, kiss me, please," he whimpers again, and you finally lean back in, knees on both sides of his chest and tilt your head before connecting your lips back together.
you pull his bottom lip in your mouth, biting down hard as one of your hands travel from the nape of his neck and into his hair, gripping tight.
he moans loudly in your mouth, hips jerking before he finally comes undone. hot ropes of cum fall over his lower belly and coat his palm.
you pull back, breathing heavily. you bring his palm upto your face and without breaking eye contact, run your tongue over it, collecting the semen.
he whines as he watches you, his spent cock coming alive at the erotic sight. you clean his palm off, getting every bit of cum on his skin into your mouth and then you grab his chin.
leaning back down, you coax his lips open and push his cum back into his mouth.
his eyes widen in surprise as he registers the taste of himself and you, before squeezing them shut.
you pull back, holding your palm to his mouth, "swallow it, haji."
he looks at you as he swallows and you feel the motion against your palm, eyes trained on his throat to see his adam's apple bob.
you smile at him sweetly and his heart flips.
"good boy," you lean forward to say it against his forehead before pressing a kiss there. he simply whimpers again in response.
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Do you think Kashimo would be a frat bro boxer in a college au or just a boxer?
I kinda see him as just being a boxer. but you’ll definitely see him at the frat functions cuz hakari drags him along. 😭 hakari is the frat bro for sure and you already know they’re friends so they go to the functions together
it seems like every other month kashimo will start complaining that his bangs are getting too long, the hair is starting to poke his eyes making them irritated. the complaints always start subtly, the way he brushes them back constantly muttering under his breath that the “stupid pieces of hair are in the way.”
slowly turning into him asking you to clip them back from time to time. you’ll happily oblige, giggling while running back to your shared bedroom to grab one of your cute hair clips. this is one of those rare occasions where kashimo actually lets you use those glittery butterfly clips to decorate his hair. he’ll act like he’s annoyed but you know he secretly loves it when you pamper him.
now this is when the complaining really starts, kashimo tends to get all pouty instead of telling you what’s wrong. huffing and crossing his arms over his chest. you swear he does this on purpose because he wants your attention. trimming bangs is really simple though, you even showed him a tutorial on youtube. but all he says is, "I don't need that silly device to explain how to cut hair.” while softly pushing the phone away from his face.
maybe he just enjoys the closeness when you cut his hair but doesn’t want to admit it. you don’t really mind doing his hair and you’ll admit that you don’t mind when he gets all pouty. it really does give you a bad case of cute aggression. wanting to squeeze him in your arms and kiss all over his pretty face. you'll stop yourself from doing so, not wanting to scare him away.
so here you are in the bathroom, kashimo sits quietly on the toilet seat letting you do your thing. bringing the scissors to his hair, you make the first snip, small pieces of his hair fall softly to the floor. using your fingers to comb through the bangs, shaking out any loose pieces of hair. you take a few pieces between your index and middle finger, making sure it’s even.
snipping off the pieces held between your fingers, sighing quietly, “you know hajime, if you ever decided to cut all your hair off, I’d have to fight you myself.” you’re joking around for the most part and he knows that, but there’s something in your tone that suggests you’re slightly serious about your threat. tilting his head slightly to look up at you, your gaze is soft, yet there’s a slight sternness in them.
kashimo’s hair is one of your favorite physical features about him. It’s one of the first things a person notices when he walks into the room. it was the first thing you commented on when you and kashimo had first met. asking if he liked to dye his hair or if it was all natural. looking at you like you were dumb; he decided to turn around and ignore you that day.
now kashimo’s not really scared of you, he could easily take you on in a fight. he's got way more years of battle experience, not to mention he’s got plenty of muscle from said experience and he’s extremely fast. there’s no doubt he’s winning.
but…. he has yet to see you when you’re mad and he’s got a feeling that he doesn’t want to see that side of you. he’d rather just keep you happy and it’s not like he ever planned on cutting it all off anyway.
“is that so…” he mutters quietly, “well if my hair ever got messed up it would be your fault. you’re the only one that I allow to touch it.” his hands move to rest on your hips, his thumbs rubbing small circles onto the exposed skin where your shirt doesn’t cover. there’s a soft look in his eyes, it seems he really does enjoy being close with you. finishing up cutting the last few pieces of hair, you place your hand under his chin, tilting his head up to get a good look. you blow lightly at his face, brushing through his bangs with your fingers.
laughing when his face scrunches up slightly, you lean down to place a kiss on the bridge of his nose. he truly is very beautiful in your eyes. every feature of his complimenting each other perfectly. from his pretty cyan eyes to the lightening looking marks just beneath them, you really could admire him all day.
kashimo can feel his face growing hot from all your staring. “stop looking at me like that.” he says quietly. he’s getting embarrassed, not used to getting this kind of attention. he leans his head down, pressing his face to your stomach. “...thank you” the words come out so quietly you almost miss them. he really can’t handle this type of affection.
a small smile spreads across your face; your gaze is warm. it's a good thing he can’t see it. one of your hands comes up behind his head, softly scratching at the nape of his neck. you use your other hand to comb your fingers through the hair at the top.
“it’s no problem ‘jime, i love taking care of you.” you say softly.
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