#⌨️ — help

[yadeadbattery]

Fun Fact: In Saw V, Hoffman keeps referring to Strahm as “Special Agent Strahm” in the tapes because he is very Special to him and has a big fat crush on Strahm.

[certified-monster-lover]

Currently experiencing debilitating period cramps right now so my fellow AFABs get some Nezha comfort.

~<3~

🪷Nezha’s the type of boyfriend to go to the store and immediately pick up whatever you need. A whole gentlemen.

🪷He’ll show up at your door with all of your favorite chocolate, hygiene products, and other snacks. Then, he’s immediately carrying you over to the couch or bed to cuddle.

🪷If you’re sleepy, he’ll let you rest. If you need a distraction, he’ll put a movie on and hold you while he watches it with you.

🪷He may not understand everything, but he’ll be there for you no matter what.

🪷Plus, his fire would make him naturally warm so he’d probably be an amazing heating pad. Just putting his hands on your stomach and easing your cramps.

[osaemu]

ik i might sound dumb but whats the difference between drabbles, thrists, and one shots.....???

hi anon, dw it took me three years to figure out the difference lol ...

drabbles are usually 1K words or less, usually with a slice-of-life-y plot, and they may or may not be nsfw.

thirsts are about the same length but are always nsfw and normally don't have much plot (if any) outside of the smut.

oneshots are longer, and can be up to a couple thousand words, but it's rare to see one go past 8K (especially on tumblr). they're called oneshots bc they're essentially just one-chapter fics.

[moon-tearz]

random background practice woo

[sonicaspeed123]

Defeating gender roles by being just terrible at cooking like so abysmally awful at cooking ⌨️

[yueliie]

🎐.お茶 — your tears ft s.haruka, s.hayato, u.hajime

୨ৎ — ♬ ⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ : yue is typing... ✉! ୨ৎ — ↻ SYNOPSIS : when you are having a bad day, how does he comfort you when you're at your lowest? ୨ৎ — ♯ GENRE : fluff, fem!reader ୨ৎ — ↠ NOTE : this is my first time writing for windbreaker and I haven't finished the anime yet but I fall in love with the series almost immediately so yeah, I couldn't help myself but want to write this fic:DD pls go easy on me though, I'll read the manga after i finish the anime first so feel free to request anyone really even if I don't know them yet!! also if anyone wants to talk about their selfships like me rn, PLS TELL ME THE DETAILS SJHDKDVF I WOULD LOVE TO KNOW OVER SOME TEA AND COOKIES, YEAH?? also hopefully I did their characteristics right! Sorry if some of them are ooc TT ୨ৎ — ♪ REMINDER : reblogs & likes are appreciated, its help to motivate me, thanks for your support~ ୨ৎ — ► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : your tears ft s.haruka , s.hayato & u. hajime...

۫ 🎐.お茶 — sakura haruka

꣑ৎ Sakura doesn't know how to comfort someone properly, with his past, how can he knows how? But then he saw you by the river in distressed mood.

۫ ꣑ৎ He widen his eyes when he saw your tearstained face, slightly on edge but approached you with careful steps.

۫ ꣑ৎ Then, he quietly sits down next to you, and didn't mutter a word, scared of upsetting you even more when you were already emotionally unstable.

You immediately knew it was Sakura when he sat down next to you yet instead of asking you why, he stayed quiet. He probably sense that you didn't feel like talking at the moment, whatever the case is, you were glad he didn't question why you were there in the first place.

His presence was more than enough, it was better having someone there instead of crying alone, it was better than nothing. Then, you felt a sudden weight on you, it's caught you off guard that you looked at him with awestruck.

"I-It's not like I want to help you or anything—" His cheeks flushed red, his eyebrows frowned but he was stumbling over his words just trying to get the message across, it was a funny yet endearing sight to witness.

Your lips curled upwards, letting out a few sniffles, clutching his gakuran jacket close, the remaining of his warmth was still lingering yet you found it so comforting, a feeling that was hard to describe in words but if you had to compare it to something...that warmth feeling was fairly similar to when you drink hot cocoa on a cold day.

You didn't says anything, instead you place your head on his shoulder, flinched at the sudden weightiness on him, then you whispered "Can I stay like this for a moment...?"

"... whatever " He tch'ed, the tips of his ears turned red.

🎐.お茶 — suo hayato

۫ ꣑ৎ It was raining when Suo found you, sitting on the children swing set, completely drenched from the heavy rain. However, you didn't make an effort to move and look for any shelter nearby.

۫ ꣑ৎ He approaches you slowly, not to startled you with the announcement of his presence and when he was close enough, he puts his umbrella over you.

۫ ꣑ৎ Shocked, you snapped your head towards him with widened, alerted eyes and that was when he knows that you were crying your heart out in the rain.

"...Suo?" You blinked your eyes in disbelief, distressed and suddenly you found yourself choking on your words, trying to make up an excuse for your drenched self "I-I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were here..."

You tried to stand up but when you did, your legs buckles and in a matter of seconds, a sickening sense of no longer being supported by your feets took over, you suddenly found yourself facing forward.

Then, you felt being picked up by someone, you didn't need to look up to know that it was him who caught you from falling. However, the realization of your position was... embarrassing per say, with your face pressed against his clothes and the ways he has his hands on you, he was holding you as if you were glass that could break from a small impact.

He was supporting you so dearly and cherished so preciously that the umbrella he was holding earlier was long forgotten now, if by any chance that a random passerby walked in and see this, they would think that it was a couple hugging each other in a public park. The thought cause your heart to pick up the speed.

"I-I'm sorry... because of me, now you're—" You tried to speak up but a finger was pressed against your lips, successfully stopping you in your tracks.

"It's fine, for now, let's get out of this rain, alright?" He grabbed a hold of your hand and gives a chaste kiss on your ring finger "We can't have you catching a cold now"

🎐.お茶 — umemiya hajime

۫ ꣑ৎ That day, when you weren't feeling your best, you didn't know why the first thought you had was to go to the rooftop where Ume was tending to his garden.

۫ ꣑ৎ When he heard the loud creaking left behind by the metal door, he snapped his head towards you with a bright smile but then, his smile dropped when he saw the state you were in.

۫ ꣑ৎ He immediately dropped everything he was holding and approached you with open arms, gently bringing you close to his chest.

He smelled like soil, distinctive, earthly scent that comes with and after the rain. On any other days, you don't like it but today, for some odd reason—It was a pleasant odor and being in his arms was so... comforting like it was just right for you to be there.

Then, with a gentle voice, he whispered a couple of 'its okay' 'you did good' , you could feel his large hand patting your back as his warm breath tingled your ear as he continues to says those sweet words that you need to hear and before you knew it, your vision blurred with tears.

"Shh... It's okay, you don't have to talk about it" He looked at you with kind eyes, the same ones he always gives whenever you make eye contact with him yet there was something in that blue pools of his always have this weird calm effect on you.

You tried to say a few words but found yourself choked on it instead, your hands clutched onto his shirt tightly, refuse to let go as if he was your lifeline, like you couldn't breathe without him there with you. He brushed your bangs away to reveal your forehead before placing a soft yet quick kiss.

Your cheeks burned, flustered as you pressed your face against his chest and there come a series of pleasure chuckles, that earthly scent, the sound of his heart beating, the feeling of his arms around you and the slight weight of his head above yours... Everything about him was soothing, just being around him was enough to wash away all of that pent-up emotions that bottling up deep inside you.

And suddenly, you didn't feel like crying anymore.

© yueliie 2024. do not steal, copy, repost, edit, translate or use my works.

[vickozone]

Hey, TMA fandom!

Do you remember Sergey Ushanka?

No?

Well, he’s the guy that got his brain -> 🧠

coded and converted into a computer -> 🖥️

Then, he ate a keyboard -> ⌨️

[Season 2, MAG065 - Binary]

Well, we all know the upcoming Magnus Protocol, correct?

…

Unrelated, do you know that thing going around about how Jon and Martin are mentioned in a line of code?

If you’ve already seen the released episodes because you’re a patron, LEAVE. 👉🚪

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[zylophie]

How about Furina realising she can get together with and marry the person she liked when she was an archon now that's she's human?

(ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ — furina

✿ — ♬ ⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ : x is typing... ✉!

✿ — ↻ SYNOPSIS : Furina realizing she could be together with the person she loved the most.

✿ — ♯ GENRE : Bittersweet

✿ — ⊜ CW : Nil

✿ — ↠ NOTE : Hi hi anon~! Thanks for requesting this :3 I really had fun writing this and I hope you'll have a good time reading this fic too! Remember to hydrate and take care<3 Sorry for this fic taking forever too ! TT

If you'd like to request click 'here' and read the writing rules for each writer !

✿ — ♪ REMINDER : reblogs & likes are appreciated, in doing so will motivate us to continue delivering stories to you, thank you for all of your supports ~ !

✿ — ♭ ⁿᵒʷ ᶜᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ... : ...no one..

✿ — ► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Furina x reader [Headcanons/Drabbles]

𝅘𝅥𝅯 During the times when Furina was an Archon, she was forced to uphold her arrogant personality like her people wanted and expected out of a god. However when she met [y/n].. It was different.

𝅘𝅥𝅯 [Y/n] was a part of Chioriya Boutique who worked under Chiori to help her produce outfits and fetch materials. It wasn't often they get to see the Hydro Archon, but when they do, [y/n] had always treated her like a normal fontainian and didn't flounder whenever she was near them. Not even caring that she was an Archon.

𝅘𝅥𝅯 This made Furina want to act selfishly and make [y/n] hers. However, due to her circumstances of needing to play her role. She was unable to make the relationship into a romantic one.

𝅘𝅥𝅯 When she found out the prophecy was false and that she could stop pretending as an Archon. She quickly went into hiding, afraid of what you'll think of her being a 'fake' god.

SPLISH SPLASH! SPLISH SPLASH!

[Y/n] was currently near the Opera Epiclese. Although fontaine had just flooded, and you should probably get home before catching a cold. They decided to look for her.

'I wonder where my dear Furina went..'

[Y/n] sigh, knowing she probably went into hiding due to the fear of what they might've thought of her, being a 'fake' god.

[Y/n] checked every place, being the Opera where trials are usually held, to even the place she resided in.

[Y/n] had no choice but to request and acquire help from the ludex to inquire help of where their dear friend could be.

..Only to find out she had moved out, after a week of searching for her in fontaine.

Now [y/n] was standing in front of one of the most ordinary buildings that is in front of the blacksmith. Though [y/n] thought they should probably get curtains for her, they could see her entire home from outside..

Knock Knock Knock

...

"Furina, I know you're not sleeping.."

Click!

The door slowly opened, revealing a short white-haired girl dressed in blue and black. Furina looked oddly embarrassed and just kept hands at her back, before looking at [y/n] with a more confident pose.

"[Y-Y/n]! Fancy meeting you here aha..."

"Furina.. I know you've been actively avoiding me, since I was searching for you for a week."

"O-oh really? I guess we kept missing each other-"

"You're a terrible liar.. Though I'm glad you're looking fine. Have you been eating and resting well?"

'They.. were worried about me? Even after I lied to them- no, everyone, about being an archon..'

"Uhm yeah! I've been making macaroni's to eat."

"Just 'macaroni'?"

"Yeah! With different sauces of course.."

[Y/n] sighed, before taking her hand and dragging her out of her house.

"[Y/n]?! Where are you taking me?"

"To a restaurant of course, it'll be my treat since I've received my paycheck."

[Y/n] suddenly felt a tug, looking back, seeing that Furina had stopped. Before [y/n] could ask her why she stopped, she posed a question.

"..Why are you being so nice to me? I lied to you about being an archon.. I can't even give you anything in return now.."

"Is it not obvious? I always see you as a friend. Not an archon, now come on, eating macaroni every day isn't healthy!"

Furina's eyes widden a bit before regaining their composure. That was probably the reason why she fell in love with you.

'Oh right.. Since I'm now a regular human, I can marry [y/n]!'

"Hey [y/n]? Can I tell you something?"

"Hm? What is it?"

"I-"

Furina choked on her voice.

"I-it's nothing. I just wanted to tell you thank you.. And that I appreciate you."

'It's fine.. Marry [y/n]? You're such a fool Furina, you should be just be content with being friends with [y/n]. They deserve someone better than a person who lied about being an archon.'

"I'm glad I met you Furina"

[Y/n] smiled blushing a little.

"Let's go get food together, okay? My treat!"

"Let's."

'Maybe.. In another universe, you could be mine.'

[seraphinitegames]

FINALLY! Mishka has her new, shiny ergonomic keyboard to help ease the pain in her wrists as she types out Book Four at a furious speed! ⌨️ Keep checking in for updates and posts :D

[nhularin]

icky! series (1/7) HES COOL! BUT......

OR : three things that make you question your relationship

Choose your member❕ ⌨️ loading. . .HEESEUNG 💢

jay - jake - sunghoon - sunoo - jungwon - Niki LIBRARY

GENRE established relationship, crack hcs WARNINGS none

!! CANT COOK

Mark lee actually wrote the egg part with heeseung in mind

because homeboy would burn HARD BOILED eggs and risk the lives of six innocent boys

Even jay cant help him

(he actually cries himself to sleep every night out of frustration)

The only dish he cant fuck up though are jin ramen!

The cup version tho

His sodium level is concerning but at least he can feed himself.

Call gordon ramsey!

!! HIS PHONE IS ALWAYS AT MAX VOLUME

Shit is louder than a dad in traffic!

Dnd does not exist in hee's vocabulary and you're already used to the constant pings of notifications, them being mostly from his group members.

I You don't really mind them though, since his attention is always on you.

But shit gets really annoying when you guys are laying in bed and all you hear is a loud TASTY! and SODALICIOUS!

his screen is bright as fuck too, its like getting blinded at the dentist

nd hes confused why you reject his cuddles 🤦🏻‍♀️

lower your damn volume gramps!

!! MESSY BOY

he has piles of dirty laundry and soda cans scattered around his room and can't be bothered to clean them up.

He denies it but you swear you saw a roach emerging from his trash can

Just imagine a hot domestic seungie sitting at his desk

playing his newest video game while red bull cans are stacked up left and right

All you need is a ball and you have an at home bowling alley.

When he thinks its getting a little extreme, he just shoves his clothes into his closet (yikes!)

✰ haew0nz 2023

꩜ NETWORKS @k-labels @hyfenet @kflixnet

[osaemu]

i love your blog so much!!! I was wondering if you’d had any tips and tricks on how to start a blog that gets a lot of engagement and interactions. No matter the fandom my blogs never go anywhere and are so dead. (no pressure, feel free to delete.)

hi anon !! thank you sm, that's so sweet of you to say 🤍 honestly, there's no guaranteed way to get a certain number of interactions, but here's a couple things that i think'll greatly improve the chances—

aesthetics: even if it doesn't seem like one, tumblr's still a social media site, and to get more traffic on social media, you need to have some level of marketing instinct if that makes sense. our brains are programmed to be more attracted to visually pleasing things, so if you can establish your own aesthetic on your blog and posts, that'll attract more people !!

uniqueness: a lot of the bigger writers on tumblr (at least, my side of tumblr) have their own trademark style/tropes/aesthetics/etc. that make them recognizable at first sight !! whether it's a particular color scheme, pairing, or something else that makes you stand out, many blogs with large interaction rates have something that makes them stand out. (not always, but a lot of the time)

connections: don't be afraid to make mutuals and interact with other blogs !! i've met a lot of lovely people via my mutuals, and i've learned a lot about tumblr culture and writing from them too :) also, that way, you're guaranteed a couple people who share your interests and can talk to you about them, no matter how dead the fandom is !!

here's a similar post i've made on the subject. hope this helped, thanks for dropping by !! 🤍

[channoticedmeuwu]

⌨️ CHOI SOOBIN AS . . . ARIANA GRANDE'S “POV” !!

p — CHOI SOOBIN × FEM!READER | g — fluff, suggestive, hurt comfort if you wanna squint, established relationship!au | w — ur sitting in his lap just a heads up

a/n — not over “empty headed just you” soobin, not over it at all. help me. please.

🖇️ READ SOOBIN AS 34 + 35 !!

sitting on his lap while he's typing away on his desktop pc— head on your shoulder, eyes glazing over the screen. his lips on your exposed shoulder, leaving wet kisses and lightly groaning, totally tired and out of it. again, soobin wasn't the type to act lovey dovey in public, or even private, much of the time. you'd barely see him do much, he'd resort to other ways of expressing his love— like telling you your hairstyle compliments your outfit, or would bring home something yummy from the bakery.

but moments of the night, clock ticking to show 1:46 AM, and after a long day of typing away at a screen at work, here he was, typing away at home. he'd give it up if it wasn't for knowing it'll pay off later in the future. but right now, he was stuck with feeling absolutely fucked over by his daily routine, mind in shambles and not a thought behind his eyes when he'd lay down to sleep.

and that's where you came in, giggling echoing in the room as water from the humidifier sloshed and sputtered, sounds of his lips on your skin, vibrations of his heartbeat on your back— clicking of the keyboard inconsistent because he couldn't love you and work at the same time. and sometimes he'd halt the typing, fingers on your thighs as he moved his legs to wrap around your waist, help to receive adequate blood supply. “can't feel m’ feet,” he'd chuckle lazily, pressing his forehead on the back of your neck.

and you'd flick your fingers at his feet to tease him, and feel him shudder because he's feeling stars in his legs. and he'd squirm, tightening his legs around you and letting out a struggled giggle, an extended whine as he'd say, “stop it!”

and the boring old document would be forgotten when you'd ask if you could flip to face him— and you'd see what a mess he was. tears brimming in his eyes from being overstimulated by literally anything, neck weak and laying his head on the headrest, lips apart and full, glistening from the kisses. and he'd ask with a burning sensation on his cheeks if you could run your fingers on his temples, eyes fluttering shut at the contact and letting out a sigh.

and he'd start blabbering, you don't even know what he's talking about—muttering about his “stupid fuckin’ boss” and the “stupid fuckin’ colleagues.” and how much he just wished he could do this forever, feel like this forever— warm in his chest and tingles in his cheeks, loving the way the bridge of your nose on his neck and your scent wafting around him.

and when you'd tell him you felt the same, poor boy was shocked out of his mind. the mere idea of the extent of his feelings being reciprocated was too much, and he'd apply more force to his fingers while rubbing the skin on your back. he'd ask, “do you really?” as if it was a surprise, and you'd remind him you've been dating for nearly 2 years. of course you'd mean it.

and he'd press his lips together in thought, like no shit, soobin. and you'd giggle at him, pinching his cheeks and asking if he was growing stupider the more he spent his hours at work.

but no, that wasn't the case. not at all. couldn't you see it was you— his eyelids had your picture tattooed to them, his chest would involuntarily stop to match your breathing with his own, his fingers would itch for the feeling of your skin, his lips belonged to you. even if he was able to spend a few hours with you, you'd have him growing stupider with any sentence you'd say to him. and the way you didn't even know, didn't you see you were driving him insane?

“god,” he'd mutter with a gasp, head turning away as he grew shyer with you—the prettiest girl he's ever seen.

“i feel like i just fell in love with you all over again.”

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[minghaoslatina]

7:34 pm ✰ HONGJOONG

now playing 🎧 infrunami by steve lacy

word count ⌨️ 626

As you exited the company building, a blast of cold wind sent shivers down your spine. Gentle snowflakes fell from the sky, creating a serene and gorgeous atmosphere. Walking beside you was Hongjoong, your dedicated and hardworking boyfriend, who finally agreed to take a break from his studio. You felt incredibly proud of him but knew he needed some well-deserved rest, too.

"I feel like I'm freezing to death," you say, hugging yourself to keep warm. The sound of snow crunching beneath your shoes fills the air as you make your way to the nearest cafe. Hongjoong came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, making you feel safe and loved. Resting your head against him, you couldn't help but smile as you admired him wearing a beanie in the snow. His long eyelashes caught snowflakes, creating a beautiful sight. The air was crisp, and the scent of snow added to the moment's magic.

"You're the one who wanted to take a walk in this horrible weather," he teased, letting go of your waist and taking your hand in his. You playfully pouted, feeling the chill of the winter air on your cheeks. "Hey! Winter is a beautiful season. It might be freezing, but I'd rather be cold than have a heat stroke," you laugh, the sound blending with the soft patter of snowflakes around you as you swing your intertwined hands back and forth.

"Sorry, beautiful, you're right," Hongjoong grinned, his warm breath visible in the frosty air. He suddenly kissed you on the cheek. Your cheeks turned warm, contrasting with the cold, and you looked away as Hongjoong's laughter mixed with the serene quiet of the winter evening.

You walk behind him momentarily and grab some snow to throw at him, bursting into laughter when it hits his back. Hongjoong gasps and looks at you in disbelief.

"You started it," he said with a mischievous grin before scooping up a handful of snow and launching it at you, starting a playful snowball fight. You squealed and darted away, laughter bubbling out of you as he followed you around a tree. Eventually, breathless and flushed, you signaled for him to stop, doubling over to catch your breath. Hongjoong chuckled, patiently waiting as you straightened up. But before you could make a move, he playfully pelted a snowball at your arm, eliciting another delighted squeal from you. His laughter mixed with yours as he enveloped you in a warm, tight hug. As you locked eyes, a deep sense of connection and love passed between you, evident to anyone around that you were meant for each other. Lost in the moment's warmth, you gazed into Hongjoong's starry eyes and leaned in to kiss him. His lips were soft and tender, eliciting a smile from you even as you kissed him.

You pulled away from Hongjoong's lips and smiled at him once more, admiring your boyfriend. You took a step back momentarily but soon regretted it as you felt the slippery ground beneath you. You almost stumbled, but Hongjoong caught you just in time. You were about to thank him, but both of you ended up falling to the ground. Hongjoong ensured that you landed on top of him to prevent any harm. Both of you burst into laughter before you roll off Hongjoong and land on the snow. You turned to each other, sharing a lovestruck gaze. Before getting up, both of you made snow angels on the ground. Hongjoong was the first to rise and offer you a hand to help you up.

"I really want that coffee," you say, poking his nose and walking towards the cafe. Hongjoong smiles and walks behind you, placing a hand on the small of your back.

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

a/n 💌

this was self indulgent because I miss the winter ❄️

[soobrat]

breathless; cs

🖱️⤻ pairing; afab!reader x san 🖱️⤻ word count; 4.2k 🖱️⤻ genre; smut 🖱️⤻ synopsis; movie night is the last thing on your mind when San is squeezing your thigh and reminding you of his naughty words on the walk there 🖱️⤻ warnings; unrealistic anal (pls suspend your disbelief), fingering (anal again), piv, breath play, san is rough during and soft in between, squirting, multiple orgasms, slight overstim, dirty talk, unprotected sex (a staple atp), I think that's all

⌨️⤻ I started writing this a whiiiile ago I’m talking years, so sorry if some things sound weird (like the very beginning). Also Moment by Victoria Monet is a good song to listen to during the smut.

Friends with benefits had to start somewhere, right? For you it started with the smell of rain through your cracked window and your plush comforter tangled around your body. You inhale deeply, soaking in the immense amount of comfort you were feeling. All of that Saturday night bliss was interrupted by a loud knock at your window–

Window?

Your eyes shot open, your torso jerking upward upon seeing the outline of a human being in your window. You gasp loudly before realizing it was San. Scrambling out of bed, you hurriedly slide the window open. That impish smile he always sported stops your incoming lecture.

"Give me attention, Wooyung's angry at me and Seonghwa's boring as always." He doesn't wait for your answer, just kicking his legs forward into your room. He maneuvers behind you and before you could turn he's already wrapping his hoodie-clad body around yours. He locks his arms around you, sighing contently. You can't help but inhale the strong scent of rain and a soft hint of his woody cologne.

"You were that desperate that you climbed up to my second story window?" You turn slightly, peering at his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. He chuckles, a puff of air hitting your neck and leaving goosebumps.

"Don't call me desperate, it makes me feel pathetic." You can hear his pout in his voice. The same pout that sparks something in you from time to time.

"But you are pathetic Sannie." You mock his obnoxiously cute act. You unlock his arms from around you to take a shower. When you come back he's relaxing on your bed, hood over his head. His eyes are glued to his phone until he realizes you're present. He peers at you, not moving his head an inch.

"Go brush your teeth, nasty." He scrunches up his nose. You rush over and pull his hood over his face. He pulls it away to show his betrayed expression.

"I just did, dickhead." You mutter, trying to do it again but he catches your wrists. You grunt, trying to pull them away but he just catches them again. With your hands in his grasp, he pushes himself up into a kneeling position.

"You're lying, come here lemme smell."

You hurriedly free yourself and grab a pillow to wack him upside his head. You flee the bed before his arms can catch you but it’s no use. He rushes over to you before you could run away and puts you in a headlock. You growl unconvincingly before biting his arm. He yells like he was mortally wounded and you fervently shush him, knowing the footsteps approaching your door was someone on the way to scold you.

The door flies open with your member, Alice, appearing behind it. She looks at the two of you in silent confusion for an uncomfortable amount of time. Her eyes linger on San. "Don't you have a fucking dorm?!" She raises her hand up, gesturing toward him in a desperate search for clarity on the situation.

"Did you get kicked out of KQ my guy? Why are you always here?" San groans loudly, rolling his eyes before letting you go.

"Alice your nagging is causing me serious pain, leave before I have a stroke." He shoos her away but she'd already slammed the door before she could see the gesture.

"Go home before I call Sean Kim you parasite!" She yells mid stair descent. San's eyes linger on the door.

"I can't tell if she's serious- hey!" He sees you trying to escape and runs after you, throwing you over his shoulder.

"Let's go to my dorm before she actually calls the man."

–🖱️▷

Wooyoung was always so comfortable to be around. Hence why your head was on his shoulder and not San's. You look down at your hand as he interlocks his fingers with yours. He was very inviting, but also extremely attractive in a personality sense. He had your heart beating faster with every look, every touch, and man did he touch a lot. He was always nipping the shell of your ear as well, which you had gotten used to for the most part.

Upon your arrival, the boys decided it was an impromptu Saturday movie night. It would happen every Saturday but due to your schedules, it’s more of a once a month type of thing. You were seated in the living room with four out of the eight members surrounding you on the couch. San had disappeared somewhere and you wondered where he was until you felt a presence behind you. You turned to see San towering over you and Wooyoung. He had two blankets over his shoulder. Wooyung looked at him with a neutral expression.

"I thought you guys were angry with each other, so dramatic."

"He is angry! Look at him!" San exclaimed, pointing frantically at Wooyoung. You glance over at the man, who stares back at you with the same normal expression. You look back at San.

"San are you sick?"

"Sick of you guys." He shoves Wooyoung over by his head. Wooyoung exclaims in disbelief, sporting the cutest look of betrayal. "No cuddles from me or ___ today." Wooyoung warns, scowling at San before settling at the opposite end of the couch.

"Me neither." Seonghwa adds as he walks in with chips. San feigns laughter as he settles between you and Wooyoung.

"Separating ___ and I isn't going to make me cuddle you instead." San snaps his head towards Wooyoung who's giving him a knowing look. "I-I didn't- let's just start the movie."

You peek over at Hongjoong, who's still on his phone despite the movie being on. Mingi and Yeosang’s eyes are glued to the screen, though. You smile at the intense focus on their faces and flinch when you feel a hand on your leg.

Usually, Wooyoung would be the one doing so and you were used to it. Wooyoung, however, was on the other side of San. You look up at his face. When he senses your eyes on him, he slowly turns his head to look back. Your eyes linger on each other for a moment. You furrow your brows at him, but his eyes can't seem to stay on yours. He nips at his bottom lip before regaining the courage to look into your eyes again. Even under the dynamic coloring from the television, you could see that his face is significantly redder.

You gasp slightly when he squeezes your thigh. The look in his eyes was nervous yet determined. You scoot closer to him instinctively, and he whispers in your ear.

"I wasn't joking around earlier."

With his lips dangerously close to your ear, your mind immediately reflects back to your late-night walk to his dorm.

San jetted forward, easily leaving you in the dust. You yell after him but fail to catch up. You hunch over, hands resting on your knees as you catch your breath.

"Fine! If you're gonna leave me I'm going back home!" You cross your arms, cranky eyebrows starting to form. You hear his footsteps getting closer behind you and your expression unwittingly melts into a smile. You yelp as he lifts you up and spins you in a circle from behind. His arms fitted with the thick material of his hoodie feel like heaven around you. The light sprinkle of rain does little to drench either of you, just leaving tiny dots of moisture on both your jackets and filling your nostrils with the scent. You turn your head and catch a glimpse of his face, his prolonged journey through the rain dampening the hair sitting on his forehead. Your eyes slowly trail to the few droplets that linger on his lips. You slap at his arm.

"Hey, shhh! We gotta be careful!" You whisper.

"Says the one screaming." He spins you around once more before hugging you tightly against him. You whine in protest, this hug hurting more than anything.

"I can't breathe."

"Don't you like breath play?"

"Stop using my drunk words against me."

He loosens his grip a bit to look into your eyes. "You want me to do that for you? It's been a while since Joo-"

You interrupt him with a loud gasp.

"What did you just say?!"

He moves his lips next to your ear, brushing against it slightly before his breath tickles at your skin. 

"I can push your face into the mattress." You can hear the grin on his face. You immediately push him away, laughing loudly.

"You're so disgusting!" You run away from him toward the building, hearing him cackle behind you.

San jokes like this normally. He made sexual remarks all the time, to you and the rest of his friends. There was never any sexual tension. You stare blankly at him as you recollect how the remarks made your heart race each time. How could you not imagine it when he spells it out for you like that?

He lifts his hand off your leg, leaves the couch, and disappears down the hallway behind you. You watch, but your legs are stuck. If you leave now it'll be too obvious, and you're way too self-conscious. Everyone seems to be immersed in something. Be it snacks, the movie, or their phones. Still, you employ a precautionary measure just in case.

“Guys is that the bathroom by the front door?” Your announcement earns you a barrage of shooshes, even from Hongjoong who’s clearly playing some game on his phone. “That’s a closet. The bathroom is the second door to your left.” He answers distractedly, still glued to his phone. “Down the hallway.” He points, finally lifting his gaze.

You move the blanket from on top of your lap and make your way out of the living room. No curious or suspicious eyes are cast upon you as you leave, making you confident everything went as planned. Hopefully they don’t notice you’ll probably be back after longer than is expected for a bathroom break.

You carefully open the door to the first bedroom, straining your eyes to search for San. You start to turn once you don’t see him when you feel hands on your waist. Your heart immediately kicks up in speed, just his hands on you making your lower abdomen dissolve into a pit of lava. 

“I was waiting for you.” His lips against your ear again has you boiling over and flipping around to face him. He dips his head lower, demolishing whatever was left of that line you’ve been toeing since you met. There’s no ignoring the tension between you as your faces hover ever so close, the threat to change your dynamic forever too inevitable to ignore.

You’ve been practically vibrating since he put his hand on your thigh. You grab his waist before planting a quick experimental kiss on his lips. You don’t even fully pull back before he’s grabbing your face and melding your lips together. The jittery feeling only intensifies as your lips glide against one another. You were unsure despite officially unleashing a hidden desire you’ve had for a long time. The kiss deepens and your small noises grow in desperation until he’s moving the both of you into the bedroom. You push him against the door, closing it in the process. It was a little loud but you’re too busy trying to shove your tongues down each other’s throats to care.

Harsh breaths are shared between the two of you as your hands ravish each other. You gasp in his mouth when he squeezes your ass, feeling your core weep for him. “I can’t take it anymore, San.” You suck in a shaky breath, eyes focused on his lips. His hair still being a little damp from the rain and his lips a little swollen are what you take note of in the blue light of the moon. Then it’s his eyes with desperation to match yours. 

He smirks before throwing you over his shoulder, pulling a surprised giggle from your chest. He tosses you down on the bed, feeling his pants grow tighter as you turn over and raise your ass into the air. He wishes he could have you on your back, watching you splayed out underneath him with those lust filled eyes. Pushing your face into the mattress would do just fine, though. San pulls your underwear and pajama pants over the swell of your ass, tugging it all the way down and almost off until you stop him.

“What if we hear someone coming? We can’t get completely naked.” You whisper frantically. He shushes you, soothingly unlike his members moments earlier. You feel his soft lips start pressing into the skin of your thighs and you shiver. He kisses all the way up to your ass, making his way closer to your asshole and dripping core. “Want you to be comfortable.” He presses a long, wet kiss to your anus and your guard weakens. You let him take your pants off completely as he repeats the kiss.

A long swipe of his tongue catches just the edge of your vagina, focusing on flattening against your other hole. You groan, peeking your head back to watch him. “We have to be quick.” You murmur, barely protesting as he laps between your cheeks. “S-San.” You mewl.

“Hm?” His voice rumbles against your hole before he starts flicking his tongue against it. No one has ever done this for you and you never imagined it could feel like this. 

“F-feels so good.” You whine, your voice suddenly unfamiliar as you spread your cheeks for him. Both your holes flutter, more wetness seeping from your cunt. He presses his tongue against you, the suction-like sound filling the room is filthy. You can feel his saliva building up and dripping to mix with your own slick. “Oh god.” All you can do is whimper as he goes to town on your hole, providing stimulation so new and unfamiliar, yet so intoxicating.

Your pleasure never peaks, just stays consistently potent until suddenly your legs are shaking and your pussy is clenching. You stutter out curses as you dig your fingers into your ass. San overlaps his hands with yours, forcing a harsher spread as he eats you out through your sudden orgasm. “Fuck– San, fuck!” Your hands fall from your body and you grip the covers as he stimulates you just a little too long. He plants two loud and obnoxious kisses on your anus before standing up. You look back just in time to see the thick string of saliva that keeps you linked until it breaks away.

He walks away while pulling his shirt off, sauntering breathlessly to a nearby dresser. You watch his muscular upper body as he sorts through the top drawer and pulls out a tiny bottle. He walks back with a lazy grin, looking breathtaking under the moonlight. He frees his lower body, shuffling off the remaining clothes and kicking them away. He stands rigid, red and angry from the lack of attention. He pours the lube into his palm before rubbing it over the shaft. You watch longingly as he tosses his head back, releasing a low groan as he twists his hand around.

“I don’t think you need that.” The exorbitant amount of natural lubricant on your ass and vagina were starting to get uncomfortable. 

“Mm, I will,” He tosses the lube on the bed before pressing a finger against your anus, “for this hungry hole.” He pushes the finger covered in lube to fuck into you. Your jaw drops open, head falling back against the bed. You thought this would feel like nothing, considering it’s not as sensitive as a pussy, but it’s an entirely different but welcome sensation. Your hole sucks his finger in, proving just how hungry it is.

“You probably never give attention to this hole, huh?” He fucks it in a little faster, testing the waters and watching as you shake your head. “I’m gonna show you how good you could feel. It’s been too long since someone fucked you right.” He twists his finger, pushing in to his second knuckle and humming at your surprised noises. “Let’s make up for lost time.” He coos before thrusting his finger into you at high speeds, your legs shutting doing nothing to dull the staggering pleasure he’s brought upon you. 

Your back repeatedly curls and uncurls until San uses his other hand to hold you still. Tender kisses on your thighs momentarily ground you but you can feel a fierce fire building. The sudden emptiness you feel has you sitting up. San pushes your upper half back onto the bed before admiring the way your hole gapes a little wider. He digs his fingers into the meaty flesh of your ass before spreading it again, watching your hole beg to be filled. He growls, giving you one last squeeze before hitting you with a barrage of spanks. High pitched whimpers fly from your mouth as you flinch from each slap. “Give it to me,” You cry, sending a finger down to circle your clit. “please.”

He smacks your ass one last time. “Yeah? Want me to fill your greedy ass?” He grabs your hair, lifting you from the bed, groaning salaciously at your eager nods. He pushes your head into the mattress and lines himself up to push inside your asshole at the same time. Your harsh gasp is muffled by the bed, followed by all your bewildered noises as he fucks your hole open. 

Yet another foreign sensation confuses your frazzled senses as you desperately try to get over the initial shock. Once you do it’s like you hear angels singing. You’re reminded of just how much you love the sensation of being deprived of air. The way it clouds your brain and makes you feel like you’re floating. All with a slight burning discomfort that only makes it sweeter.

Your finger twitches against your clit, a touch overwhelmed by all the different sensations being thrown your way. Your ears start to ring, blocking out how sexy San sounds praising you as his voice trembles. His cock had bottomed out by now and you can feel him so deep inside you. Just the thought of his tip buried where no one’s ever been has you quickening your finger. 

Your heart starts to slow and your limbs start to go numb so you let out a warning noise and San holds you up immediately. Your fingers squish against your saturated fold as your eyes roll back. You’re officially on cloud nine as violent waves of pleasure roll through your entire body, leaving you a quivering mess as you cum harder than you thought possible. You don’t realize what position you're in until you come down and feel San’s chest against your back. His body flush against you, still buried to the hilt. “You good?” He whispers, embracing you softly while you surface again. You hum and nod, still unable to speak after the mind blowing orgasm. You chuckle lightly, realizing you’re gonna be filling your ass a lot more after this.

“Good.” San holds you steady as he pulls out of you, making you both groan. He flips you onto your back and smooths his hands up your stomach. He kisses your belly button and moves down to the sensitive space right above your crotch, peppering kisses there until you dissolve into a fit of giggles. “Want me to do it again?” He laughs when you nod eagerly. “Never thought I would like butt stuff.”

“No, I’m filling your pretty pussy this time.” The way he says such vulgar things in such a lovely way is astonishing. “I mean breath play. Are you ready to go again?”

“Uh-huh.” You give him a small smile, feeling excited again. Your excitement spikes when he tugs you closer by your legs. He leans closer and captures your lips, brushing his member against your swollen mound in the process. A mewl is transferred from your mouth to his and you can feel him start to shift. His noises get deeper, growling against you. His hands ravage you rougher as well and it stokes the fire in your belly. 

“You should’ve told me you wanted this so bad.” He nudges your nose with his own and you feel his velvety tip brush your clit. You flinch, it’s still sensitive from the last time you came. “Poor thing is cock starved.” He coos mockingly. Your bite back is lost as he slams inside, leaving you seeing stars with your mouth agape. When your vision clears you see his sinister smile as he reaches for a pillow. “I’ll fuck you until all you can think about is my dick.” He breathes before covering your face with the pillow. Hard, punishing pounding is what follows as you’re submerged in darkness. Your pelvises knock together with deafening slaps joined with the creamy sounds of your cunt.

With your breathing obstructed all your other senses are heightened. His skin is so soft where you’re joined together, and through the sea of your arousal you can just make out the smooth, delicate skin of his shaft moving along your walls. His tip parts you open, starting the process to reopen your pussy for fucking. Just the thought of spending hours with San, restoring your hole to how it once was and then some. San is much thicker than the man previous and you can feel your rim struggling to compensate. 

San pushes your shirt over your breasts to watch them bounce with each smack of his hips. He presses his hand further into the pillow, smothering you just as much as you needed to get you there. Time seemingly slows, San’s voice echoes out and your brain is filled with a thick fog. You tap his hand three times and he stops. He pulls the pillow away, letting you suck in a good amount of air and making sure you’re alright. The minute he sees your feature twisted in euphoria he places the pillow back over your face. He presses down again until your hips are twitching and you feel a tight pressure in your stomach. You choke out a thick whimper as you clamp your legs around San’s hips. The high squeal you let out is fully unintentional. Your stomach is on fire, searing you endlessly as your vagina feels like it’s erupting. San makes a noise in shock, letting go of the pillow and gripping the bed on either side of you. You shove the pillow off your face, thinking you’ve just pissed yourself and gape at the sight.

Your pussy is engorged, squirting all over San’s lower half. Your tummy tightens as you watch San fuck through the pressure and resist being pushed out. You throw your head back, back arching as you’re pushed far past the edge. San rests his palm on your lower abdomen before pushing in, prolonging your explosive orgasm. No noises breach past your throat, just remain trapped as he continues thrusting. “San! I can’t take it-” You squeeze. He finally pulls out, leaving your body to convulse as he bites his lip. He watches you with heavy lids, stroking your juices over his cock.  “Taking me so well.” He praises darkly before slapping his tip against your mound.

He leans back over you, grabbing your hands and stretching your arms above your head. “I’m gonna make a mess of that cunt of yours.” He smirks and breathes a laugh before thrusting back in. He pushes in so easily he bottoms out immediately. He maintains his depth and thrusts shallowly, letting his balls slap against your spent asshole. “Wanna see you while I cum inside.” San drops his hips and plants a deep kiss on your lips. 

With a steady rhythm he moves like water, swinging his hips and arching his back before thrusting back deep inside you. Your eyes trail down his features, finally able to take in just how beautiful he looks while you’re curled around him. The slight shine to his eyes as each drag of his cock brings him closer to cumming. The way his firm expression cracks more and more. If your hands were free you’d trace every curve and mark of his face. His rhythm wavers, his brows drawn together tightly as he examines your face just as you’re doing to him. Finally, he succumbs to the pleasure, letting go of your hand and fisting the covers as he gets painfully close.

You reach up and grab his face and pull him closer until your foreheads are touching. The squeeze of your belly surprises you, you’re gonna cum again. His hips shudder, the heat in his crotch getting hotter with each second. He raises his brows, mouth parting as he feels his cum being pumped from his cock. He lets out an unexpectedly loud noise as he drops his hips one more time. He pushes his hips forward until you’re being lifted off the bed. You shoot your hand down frantically, circling your clit until your cunt starts spasming around his cock. 

He wraps his arms around your torso and pulls you close, staying buried inside you as he spurts rivulets of cum inside you. Small kisses are littered along your collarbone and shoulder until he fully collapses, resting his head on your shoulder.

All your concerns about cleaning up and not getting caught fade away as exhaustion takes a hold of you. With San’s arms tightly wrapped around you, you feel safe and secure. Four orgasms later, you’re utterly spent. Plus, all that matter right now is the man on top of you.

[yueliie]

🎐.お茶 — accident ft t.giyuu

୨ৎ — ♬ ⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ : yue is typing... ✉! ୨ৎ — ↻ SYNOPSIS : giyuu is a quiet man, someone who has slow response to most things yet what happened when he was caught off guard from...a little accident? ୨ৎ — ♯ GENRE : fluff, gn reader ୨ৎ — ↠ NOTE : this is a repost from my old blog cuz I'm too lazy to scroll down to get it... ୨ৎ — ♪ REMINDER : reblogs & likes are appreciated, its help to motivate me, thanks for your support~ ୨ৎ — ► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : accident ft tomioka giyu...

Exhausted.

That's what describes how your body feels right now. 

Your condition was a mess, hair covered in dirt with your clothes stained by your own blood and the demon's that you have managed to slay on your way home from your previous mission.

You weren't really expecting a demon will follow you in the end and you kept on wondering why you didn't sense its presence  before the demon decided to ambush you from behind? 'Maybe I'm more exhausted than I thought I was...'

Slaying a group of demons while saving a whole village isn't an easy job even for any demon slayer, even a high ranking one like the hashira like yourself.

Sighing as you started to strip down and walked leisurely to the tub, steam filling the room as you turn the shower on, toes flinching as they touched the chilled ceramic floor. Your mind was in shreds; you would never get that picture out of your mind. You grabbed the wooden bucket, filling it with water before releasing thousands of lukewarm drops, darkening your (hair's color)  hair and trickled down your exposed back.

You bathed your skin lightly, taking careful notice not to touch the bruises and claw marks that scattered your body. While doing so, you let out a few hisses as the wounds sting against your skin when the waterdrops sliding down along your skin, you start leaning against the cool tiles as your weak legs threaten to buckle.

Your eyes fell closed over and over, each time showing you the images like photographs. The images of that demon who ambushed you didn't leave your mind, it was probably the strongest one out of all the normal demons that you have to slayed in the past. 

You were so deep in thoughts that you didn't notice the sound of the door to the bathroom slides open and you immediately flinched, slowly turning around towards the doors. 

The color of your face become pale as a piece of paper, all colors have drained yet the faint dust of pink didn't went unnoticed.

There stood your boyfriend and he seems to be shock as you are.

Before you could ask him to leave, the water hashira immediately slammed the sliding door shut without any hesitation. 

Your ears caught the sound of his footsteps slowly start to fading away, appear that he have ran off to another room before you could have a saying in the situation.

Shooking your head, snapping yourself out of the shock as you carefully stood up from the tub before walking out of the bathroom,  steam slowly vanish into thin air as you cut the bath off.  

Quickly taking a towel to wipe the remaining water off, drying yourself before changing into a new (favorite color) yukata. 

After you were done with changing, you immediately went on a search for the water pillar by checking every single rooms your eyes land on, slamming the sliding door to the bedroom harshly and when you saw the familiar red and green, orange, and yellow geometrically patterned. 

"Giyuu!"

And with that you had jumped on him, making him almost lose his balance by the sudden weight of your body on his back. He didn't bothered to respond to you, avoiding his gaze from making eye-contact with you awkwardly. 

You were confused by his lack of responses, leaning on him as you tried to get a closer look at him which he keep on avoiding you the entire time as you do so. 

"Giyuu...?"

Still not responding. 

"Giyuuuuu?"

He didn't even move a muscle. 

You couldn't help but frowned at his lack of responding, you smirked as you grab a hold of the blanket underneath your feets before tackling him down with you slumped into bed, the two of you lay there, reliving the moment over and over in silence but it wasn't long.

"Why hello there, Cherry Boy"

Chuckling, you were sure enjoying the sight of your boyfriend's bashful expression whose eyes were staring into yours awkwardly as he tried to let the words out of his throat. 

"...I'm really sorry about that... I didn't mean to walked in..."

The look of his deep blue eyes shows embarrassment and sincere, you didn't sense anything wrong with his apologizing to you about the accident that took place a while ago. 

Silently, you cups his cheeks with both of your hands, leaning closer to him before letting a kiss on the tip of his nose as his eyes widen. Pulling away from him, you smile softly as you breathe out. 

"I've forgive you, for now, let's go to bed cause I'm beaten"

With that being said, you grabbed the blanket from before and let it covers the two of you as you cuddle close to him with the ravenette hesitantly wrapped his arms around your form, getting comfortable with the position. The both of you slowly doze off to the dream world as the warmth of the loved one keeps the other feel loved. 

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[megumi-fm]

day 54-62/62 of The Tatami Galaxy Challenge🤺

📤 all visa related documents have been uploaded and approved 📤 all documents have been uploaded for my masters 📤 finalized accommodation + roommates + got first part of paperwork done 📤 student loan related work ⌨️ configuring my new laptop + software and compiler setup 🎓 attended the orientation program for my course 💻 submitted all result files for internship 💻 spoke to my guide and project guide and thanked them both for their help <3 👜 more minor alterations 🍬 custom designed an aespa tshirt and got it delivered home xD 🩰 more Dash by NMIXX (until 3rd chorus) 📺 Hamilton the Musical (got my hands on the proshot xD)

hi besties I have been busy as hell and I'm really kinda dying but! I'm finally done with this challenge! I really didn't expect it to go the way it did- I had a lot more areas I wanted to focus on for the past two months but hey. given the fact that im literally moving out of the country for my masters + I had to wrap up my bachelors degree and my internship + there's like a ton of paperwork, I really did the best I could do <3 the past two months have been in preparation for one of the most exciting phases of my life so far, and the coming week is only going to get busier, and in all the nervousness and excitement I'm just going '!!!!!' I hope it all works out well <3