#for 12 hrs would be nice

[ackee]

writing in the traversion lore doc today and i literally feel so crazy like the parallels are paralelling...‼️‼️‼️

#txt #would you believe if i said i keep all my lore in my mind and Just put it all on paper the last 12 hrs #seeing all my lore together and easily readable is nice :]

[workof-tortured-poetsdepartment]

ok so now i need to go over all th ores and mines and stuff in my state and all over india and then other evs shit and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah why do i torture me?

#i watched whole ass series binged it in a day procastinating #and aaplied mehndi which was so uneccersary #had a wave of sadness so hard that slept 12 hrs #my life is a shitshow every few months #hope i get enough marks to get in the college but also i hate this college and baki sare ke results hi nahi aare bc #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #btw i also need to do so much kal after test and euhshgisdhfgkjlhf #bhai i was so so die i wish i wasnt this dumb maybe if i studied enough i would have been in a nice place till now :) #fuck

[toastsnaffler]

why does portal 2 take up almost 12GB of disc space what the hell. that better be for rendering that robopuss-*laser noise + screen goes red*

#I KNOW THATS RELATIVELY MODEST like yeah i own elden ring and its almost 50 gigs but 12 still seems so much to me.. #as a rogue player im used to games being like idk 3GB at most. ive played ~600 hrs of dead cells and that takes up <2GB #but I suppose most rogues prioritise gameplay over render detail. which would probs slow them down too much anyway.. #I don't rly understand how puters work sorry 😭 #its crazy to me that I have so much storage on this laptop like I KNOWW its a gaming laptop but goddamn!! #I'm used to having very shit tech. my last laptop had less ram + storage than my phone.... its nice to be perpetually surprised tho #gonna play smth else before portal 2 but just wanted to download it now bc my parents wifi is wayyy faster than my flats #.diaries

[cheswirls]

sits down to write fic and writes 3k of notes for it instead, spends two separate hrs in the middle of it dwelling on pointless things, there were 8k notes prev so i def added almost half that amnt, have not written a single thing even tho i set down at 8p to write a scene and made a conscious decision to do this instead of starting laundry between 8 and 9 (laundromat closes at ten), it is three am currently,,,,,,

#ik the answer is yes BUT still gonna ask rhetorically #hey uh you ever sit down to write and five hours pass and you have written nothing #this doesn't happen often but i do have times where i want to write smth #then end up making notes for other scenes in the fic instead of actively writing prose #good in the long run and it is technically adding to the story!! somewhat!!! #but is it really writing???? not in my eyes no #but this is leagues better than when i was in hs and all my fic notes lived rent free in my head #at least now when i don't touch a fic for several months ill have some idea of what's going on when i go back to it #also dunno when i made it a habit to have fic notes at the start of the fic doc but i like this better #than having random handwritten notes scattered among planner / uni spirals / class handouts / paper at random #it's nice to have everything in one place #and if it gets annoying to navigate all i have to do is place a marker at start of prose #and format it as a heading so i can pull up the doc outline and click to get to it #but enough abt ease of access!!!! #i said i would eat at one when it was 12 how is it 3 already aaaaaaa #at least i am done. with notes. so now i can start writing for realsies #god it jus hit that this is why i can't jump freely into writing an ongoing longfic.... #it takes so much effort to get back into it and i gotta have the time to do so #so sort n parse thru what i have so if i have an hr or only like 3 and it's been mths since ive looked at a fic #then i gotta put it aside again bc that's not enough time to absorb everything and actually get to writing #i rly need to like. cliffnotes all my longer ongoing fic. so much work but that's rly the obv solution

[chicorysaints]

thinking about getting a hospital job again

#ideally a) it would pay better and b) i could possibly arrange either 12 hr shifts 3x a week or 10 hr shifts 4x a week #so that i could be full time but have a decent amount of time to do other stuff #which would be really nice when i’m back in school. anyways. #chatter

[spinoff-antithesis]

this close to trying to reopen editing comms again for the... second? time? i need a job but can only work remotely for the time being (can't drive) and all the jobs i've seen on linkedin/indeed for what i want to do are like.... a Lot for one person 😭

#kitty rambles #ISSUE THOUGH... no one comm'd me when i opened them the first time LMAO #one of my friends said she'd comm me whenever she got the money and it's solely bc she wants me to edit one p!ece LMAO #idk someone sent a link with a bunch of youtubers looking for editors so im gonna look into that soon i've already got a shit ton of tabs #open for that LMAO but im also like. aaaaaa. bc staffmeup is also good for jobs but the remote ones require u to use like. avid or some shi #I DON'T HAVE AVID!! NO ONE TOLD ME THAT WAS A PROGRAM I WOULD NEED TO KNOW WHEN I WAS IN SCHOOL!!! #at this point i'd be happy going back to smth similar like my desk job from my last three semesters of college bc that #also the hours i worked at my college desk job?? phenomenal. anywhere between 12-5am and it was usually QUIET #except for yknow the freshmen being freshmen but it was so NICE i could just sit there and get paid $9/hr to play pokemon. #tho. my last semester. swinging a bat at the AC & RD YALL FUCKED MY SCHEDULE UP SO MANY TIMES #I CAN'T HANDLE YALL CHANGING MY GODDAMN SCHEDULE AT THE LAST MINUTE I HATE CHANGE AND WAS NEVER TOLD OF THEM!!!!!! #did i leave the dorm once in tears bc apparently i didn't have my shift and had to reschedule my entire move-out to work that shift? YES. #YES I DID. i also was friends with several of the RAs and we'd all chat behind the desk occasionally (did that for like 2/3 semesters) #it was fun!!!! i miss it sometimes. not the AC or RD. but. <33 miss it there sometimes.

[isaacathom]

oh hell yeah i get to find out my uni schedule today (in like. 10 hours), thats gonna be real fun. get to find out how many days im gonna be busy for and how much im gonna have to spend commuting to uni in a given week

#annoying downside of studying part time is i pay full transit fare #which means a day at uni is 6 bucks :| #so if i go in for class 2 days a week its 12$ a week. and i usually go out mondays so OSTENSIBLY 18 #now. a little secret. i do not touch onto the tram bc it constantly overcharges me. #so i dont usually pay the return trip on the mondays #BUT. if i have class on monday. then i say 6 whole dollars #but only if its at a convenient time right #like if i have class at 10am and taverns at 6pm like. what the fuck am i meant to do for 6 hours #im unlikely to have a monday morning class but it isnt impossible. a monday arvo i wouldnt mind though #i think itd be good fun to have like. mon 2pm for a class. then i get 2 intermediate hours to kick it b4 tav #AND it means that since i usually try to dress nice for tavern. that i get to be dressed nice for a class :) #im gonna be trying to dress nice in general bc i like an excuse but mondays are my full accessory day #if i have a monday class im gonna walk in there looking so gay im gonna be clockable at 50paces #(as if the femme face and the very masc name would not do that already lmao) #of course the other bit is 'how will this intersect with my weekly ttrpg games' but ive never had an evening class #i think i had one art class that finished at 5pm once. thats bc it was 3 hrs long #it mightve been 4 actually. ive never been on campus for learning past 5pm certainly

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This is just too cute to pass up and it's such a great price. The yellow 1911 home in Woodstock, NSW, Australia is the main residence and has 3bds, but you also get the town's original old post office that's been turned into a 3 room home. Plus, many of the furnishings will be included, all for $298,875. The post office operates 12 hrs. a week, the license can be transferred to the new owner and if desired, the hours can be expanded.

Let us look inside the post office, first. Isn't this cute? It actually looks like a library or even a place where they do crafts.

It looks like they sort the mail in here. Remember, it operates as a post office 12hrs. a week. I don't know what building this room is in, but I would imagine it's in the post office- it's too much trouble for the realty to put pictures in order, and it drives me nuts trying to figure out these houses.

Behind the main room is this cozy spacious living room with a corner fireplace.

The kitchen is wonderful, too. It's big, sunny, modern/vintage, and even has a vintage stove in the original fireplace.

Lovely bedroom with stick walls.

And, a lovely bath with nice big sink mounted on an antique sewing machine.

And, now we're in the main residence which is the yellow house.

It also has a cozy living room with a fireplace. You can tell by the soot on the mantel that they use it a lot.

Next is the dining room. It has with big sunny windows. It's also a large room. This is one large room divided by a bookcase and it's has lots of windows, but half of them have awnings.

On the other side of the bookcase is a bedroom.

I'm a little confused. This kitchen is huge and it actually looks like it's operating as a luncheonette. Has a very nice fireplace.

The front garden and porch for the yellow house are so pretty.

This is very nice, you can see the cute striped awnings.

In the back is a covered patio and a beautiful lawn.

Another very pretty covered patio.

And, in a private corner is a pool.

Interesting, cute property for a great price.

Now, that's good to know, there's not only school, but a bowling club nearby.

https://www.realestate.com.au/property-house-nsw...

#converted post office #houses #house tours #home tour #unique homes #homes under $400K.

[yourmomxx]

hii, i saw you were asking for some cm requests and i always have cm on my mind so, i was wondering if you could do something with a nurse!reader and spencer or hotch?? maybe just both of them coming home after a long day (a 12 hr shift for reader, probably a closed case for him) and domestic-y cosy comfort vibes. maybe some late night talks that don’t really make sense or lead to anything

thank u!! 🫶🫶 (as always with every request, no pressure)

a/n: oh, that’s such a sweet request, I just had to do it for both of them! I hope you like what I did with it, I love domestic vibes

ᴬᴬᴿᴼᴺ

Sharing a home with Aaron Hotchner was a difficult thing to manage. Maybe, because the two of you weren’t home as much as a regular person would mostly be, but maybe because you had always been the proud owner of the ability to care - sometimes too much - about other people, and Aaron tended to go as far as to care not enough for himself.

So, after you both moved in together, it became sort of an unspoken contest between the two of you of who came home first, because it would inevitably set the tone for the rest of the night.

Aaron liked to spoil you senselessly when he came home before you, cuddling with you, making sure you relax, drink enough water, the whole deal.

And if you arrived home first, then, well - you did the things for him that he definitely missed out while he was away on a case.

You were standing near the stove, frying small slices of potatoes when the significant sound of turning keys and the front door opening rang through the halls.

When Aaron noticed your shoes standing out front, and the smell of freshly cooked food, a sigh escaped his lips that came close to a chuckle.

You just turned off the heat, when two strong arms were wrapped around you from behind, the feeling of soft lips pressing against the back of your head.

The warmth of a strong body was pressed against your backside. A content sigh slipped past your lips.

Everything safe and secure, you turned in Aaron’s hold and pecked his lips in a greeting kiss.

“Hello, handsome,” you smiled up at him. “Fancy seeing you again.”

Aaron let out a low grumble, corners of his mouth twitching upwards before he leaned down and kissed you again.

The feeling of him against you, in whatever way, was something you’d missed for the past three days that he had been away in - Nevada? Colorado? You didn’t know anymore.

“Hey.” The word came as a gentle murmur past Aaron’a lips as he broke away from you.

His eyes trailed over your shoulder and he craned his neck a bit.

“Are those fried potato slices?”

You nodded and pointed toward a bowl on the counter.

“With self made ranch, jalapeños and leek.” You dipped your head.

“Well, the jalapeños and the leek aren’t self made, but you know what I mean.”

Aaron smiled at you. “Yes, I do.” He kissed you again. God, it was so nice having him back.

Eating dinner with Aaron was also something that you had missed dearly, you did every time.

You would sit opposite each other on the old, but modern wooden table, and share stories about the recent cases you had worked, or patients you had treated, and you would spill the occasional - every single detail - about new gossip at work to your boyfriend.

Aaron didn’t always tell you everything about the cases he’s worked while he was away.

Some things simply were classified, some he just didn’t want you to be a part of, not in any way.

The warm light of the kitchen lamp illuminated his cheekbones beautifully.

Occasionally, the one or the other car would drive by the house.

Aaron dropped his go-bag on the floor next to your shared bed and pulled himself out of his work clothes to get ready for a shower.

You bent down to sort through the stuffed things of his duffle.

“These are all worn, right?” You asked him.

Aaron looked up at your question, but was as quick to wave you off.

“You don’t have to do that now, sweetheart,” He argued.

“You shower, and I’ll just do the simplest things in that time. Alright?”

Aaron weighed his head, and, after a few seconds of inner conflicting, agreed. “Alright. Thank you,” he said, and made his way to the bathroom.

You carefully sorted through his belongings, mentally patting yourself on the shoulder for choosing a partner that was as neat and organized as Aaron was, because that way, you didn’t have to inevitably wash and iron every single one of his shirts whenever he came home from work.

You pulled a dark t shirt from the bottom of the bag and folded it up. It was a simple cut, one-colored.

You held your nose against the fabric. It smelled like Aaron’s perfume, as probably the whole batch of clothes from the bag did, but not like it had been worn by him all that often.

Short-handedly, you changed out of your Pyjama top and pulled Aaron’s shirt over your head instead.

You smiled as you adjusted the soft material. It was a much better option, anyway.

You were tossing the dirty pieces in the laundry basket just as Aaron came into the room again, sweatpants and a tshirt on, rubbing his black hair dry with a small towel.

He halted in his movements when he noticed what you were wearing. A tilt of his lips, almost like a smirk grew visible on his face.

He stepped the few feet closer to you and drew you into a loving kiss. All his feelings were poured into the small point were your lips met his, were you both were connected, for the break of a lifetime, but as beautiful it could last eternally.

He didn't distance himself much from you, your noises were still touching, and you could feel the wavering in his breath as he spoke.

"Looks comfortable, what you're wearing there."

You smiled quietly.

Aaron drew the towel over his hair one last time, before folding it and tossing it over the heating neatly.

You were already waiting for him under the warm covers when he crawled into bed.

His head sinking onto the pillow, Aaron closed his eyes and drew out a long sigh. "This feels good," He whispered.

Your fingers found their way into his hair naturally, combing through the short strands carefully.

Aaron didn't open his eyes, but you felt the light push as he leaned into your touch.

"Missed this bed," He murmured. And he looked at you.

"Missed you."

You leaned forward and brushed your lips with his. The sheets rustled.

"I missed you, too."

You fell asleep that night, warmed by the heavy down blanket, fingers resting against the stubbly jaw of the man you loved, feet tangled together somewhere under the sheets, basking in everything that was Aaron Hotchner.

ˁᴾᴱᴺᶜᴱᴿ

The warm breath of Spencer was slowly ghosting over your skin, where his head was tucked safely in your neck.

You felt his even breathing rhythm as his chest lifted up and down under your fingertips, which drew nonsense patterns over his light blue shirt.

Spencer and you had gotten home around the same time tonight, as much of a rare occurence that was.

The cold stone of the kitchen counter under your naked thighs was a nice cool in contrast to your heated skin.

When Spencer had entered the apartment, before the door had even clicked shut behind him, he had made his way over to you and pulled himself into you.

He had not let you go since.

The fingers of your one hand found themselves tangled in his dark curls.

Spencer was still leaning his weight against you, thumbs circling over the short sweatpants covering your hips, and tickling the sensitive skin there.

"Did you not sleep well, baby?" You hushed into his ear.

The only response to your question were indecipherable mumbles that Spencer gave from himself.

He had not been home for the past five days, being away on a case in another state kept him from that.

You knew about the way your boyfriend had difficulties with rest, sleep did not come easily to someone plagued by the images that he was every day on the job.

Your hand strayed down to his neck as Spencer ever so slightly leaned away, just the smallest bit to have your features in his view.

"I strongly dislike hotel beds," He clarified.

You hummed softly, straightening out his wrinkled brow with the tip of your thumb.

"Maybe we should get you those melatonin gummies at the store if you have more trouble sleeping, baby."

Spencer scrunched his nose, bottom lip circling into another frown.

"Can't you just heal me back to sleep?" He grumbled.

The soft shiver of a chuckle left your throat.

When Spencer was tired, he got grumpy. But not old man grumpy, more five year old child who didn't get his sweets-grumpy.

Pouty, if you want.

Though you would endure him either way, old man grumpy or child grumpy, out of the two options, you did prefer this one.

You ran your hands up and down his upper arms. “You know it doesn’t work like that, baby.”

Spencer groaned lowly into your neck.

You sighed and leaned slightly back, your hands immediately coming up to support your boyfriend’s head as if it would fall off from its sheer weight.

Maybe, with the way that Spencer wasn’t about to tense one muscle, it would.

You cupped his cheeks and stared lovingly into your boyfriend’s sleepy, dark brown eyes.

“Come on,” you urged him quietly.

“Let’s get this off of you,” Your fingers slid to the buttons of his shirt. “-and get you to sleep.”

Spencer whined. You grinned and shook your head.

You kept unbuttoning him slowly, until you reached the lowest one.

Your hands, warmed up by your boyfriend’s body, slid under the thin material and over his bare skin.

There was a tenderness in your touch, when you slipped the shirt off his shoulders. Spencer just stood there and let you work.

He didn’t take his eyes off you once.

But you didn’t see that.

“Come on,” you repeated, hushed, thumb slowly stroking over his slightly parted lips.

“Let’s go to sleep. I know you need it.”

Spencer’s eyes slid closed.

He nodded.

You leaned forward and touched his mouth with yours slowly, softly.

Spencer sighed. You felt his breath tickle the lower half of your face.

His hand was gripped in yours as you led him to the bedroom.

When Spencer shuffled to the bathroom, you let him.

He couldn’t go a day without cleaning his teeth. There was no way he would fall asleep, you had learned that a while ago.

You pulled your silk nightgown out from under the covers, and, for your part, changed your clothes.

When it was a few minutes later and Spencer still hadn’t come back from the bathroom, you threw a look to check in on him.

Your boyfriend was standing over the sink, head bowed and hair ruffled, toothbrush stroking over his teeth in slow, tired motions.

Slowly, you came up behind him and wrapped yourself carefully around his body.

Your fingertips were gliding over the skin of his chest like feathery touches, your lips breathed kisses along his upper back.

You felt Spencer’s muscles shiver when you trailed lower, feeling the hem of his pants and opening them.

You let them slide off his legs and pool on the heated floors.

Spencer lightly bended over to wash out his mouth. Water still dripping from his chin, he turned around to face you.

You were gazing up at him.

Spencer leaned his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes in content.

Spencer hummed lowly.

You breathed out. “Yeah,” you said.

You let your hand slide down his lower arm and grabbed his hand in yours. Spencer followed you when you somehow pulled him into the bedroom.

He noticed too late that he'd been cold, only when the warmth of the thick blanket wrapped around him, he realized.

He felt a radiate of heat close to him, you had slipped under the covers as well. Spencer automatically drew closer to you, and the comfort you had to spare.

It was a routine, a studied motion, when he cuddled up to your chest, and your hands found his hair again, and his thumb stroked over the naked skin where his hand had slipped beneath the material of your nightgown.

There was nothing sexual to it, just his touch, that was grounding you as well as reminding him that you were real and that you were here, and that you liked to be.

Spencer liked to think that the way you were scratching at the roots of his hair, that it dimmed his migraines.

He was a man of logic, of course, so, in theory, it wasn't really possible.

But that was maybe the one situation where his logical mind had surrendered to his emotional one without putting up much of a fight.

Your soft and carefull voice glid over his ears like the softest lullaby.

You were telling him about your day.

About work, about the nice employee at the coffee shop, at the young daughter you got to reunite with her injured daddy.

Spencer liked when you told him about your day. In-between his life of death, and destruction and manipulation, he enjoyed hearing about the good that happened to the bad he witnessed.

It was an anchor, a proof of what the world had to offer that were not brutally murdered victims.

He didn't notice when he fell asleep, carried away by the tunes of your words, at some point you just felt the heavings of his chest turn more slow and even.

You didn't stop talking, though. Not until the muscles in your jaw weighed heavy, and the words didn't come as smoothly anymore, and you, as well, drifted away into the dark, but comforting arms of slumber.

You would wake up the next day with your back pressed against Spencer's chest, his arm slung tightly over your middle, and nose buried in your bed-tousled hair.

And you would smile as you felt him before you had even opened your eyes, and turn in his arms and kiss him softly good morning.

And you would love it just in the same way that you had the countless mornings that had been before.

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fluff #aaron hotchner fluff #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #answered #requested #yourmomxx #spencer reid x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x plus size reader #spencer reid x plus size reader

[sixosix]

yuuurrrr wasszup ‼️‼️‼️❗️

so i decided to add some numbers in the case tumblr mess it up agai

kinda rushed BUT (huwheueh childe freckles,,,)

i fuckjfn love the new ch everything is just so entertaining. ur literally peak😭😭😭

the way lyney is so obv down in the trenches for mc HIM MOVING HER HAIR AWAY FROM HR FACE HELLO????? SO GENTLE😭😭

the way his instincts unconsciously took over when childe reached out to her😭😭(breaks down)

YESSS YESS RAPUNZEL AETHER KS ACTUALLY CANON IM MIHOYO like bro is a disney princess confirmedd

im so exited for more childe interaction like i jus imagine mc n childe having a older bro lil sis dynamic in a way😔 both are very family oriented too like😔😔

but anyways, hope u like this lil thing. exams are coming up again so i did this real quick😔😔

have a nice day and drink lots of water🩷🩷

HEEEELLLPPP OMMGGGRGDUEHHD I LITERALKY SCREAMED WHEN I SAW CHILDE (its 4am) OHMMYGOD HE LOOK SO DELICIOUS IN YOUR STYLE… (freckles hhnbgghh) his fuckigngn manspreadbwhshhdw and as always… MC LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD oh shes beautiful. shes the moment. AETHER IN THE SIDE HOLDING THE TRAY SO AWKWARDLY WHYHREH

*both feels bad for lyney* IMJHEHEHSODHEJFH IM CRYDINNG (AETHRRS OUTFIT?!!??) (his SCARS) uurggghgh u didnt have to slay so hard you didnt have to eat but you did…

THANK U SO MUCH FOR THIS ugh just a quick rant yk i was having such a bad day yesterday and i thought it would last until today. i think u know this but they would randomly pick who would be chosen for taking NAT and i got picked unwillingly 😭😭 i was sooo mad that it was the start of a term break and i was taking a 12 hour exam. i was supposed to announce that there would be another chapter this sunday, too! but thats a bit blurry now because my times been taken up studying 😢

but waking up at 4am suddenly became SO worth it. this gen made me start rolling around my bed like OHMYGOD!!!AKAGI ART!!! the numbering made me laugh out loud

#MC AND HIM SIBLING DYNAMIC AWWWW #good luck in your exams!!!! i hope everything goes well!!!!! #606: THAWED #606: akagi0021

[cyberchronics]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

it'd be my pleasure <3

★ sub itto, pegging (ofc), soft dom reader, dumification, gentle to rough sex ★

✩∘₊ ✩*✯☆⃟⃟⃟✯*✩₊∘✩

the first time with itto would take a bit of convincing. it's not that he doesn't want to, the idea just makes him so nervous.

after he reluctantly tries it, he's hooked. there's no better feeling than when you dominate him, allowing him to let go while you take control. he loves it when you pin him down and fuck him gently as if he's fragile, making his brain fuzzy with praise.

you treat him so sweetly, and it makes him want to melt in your arms.

..but sometimes, at the end of having sex, he doesn't quite feel fully satisfied. there's a voice at the back of his head whispering to him, wishing you'd be the tiniest bit rougher. he couldn't tell you that after you were nice enough to treat him to such pleasure night after night... could he?

∘₊ ✧───────────────────✧₊∘

Itto rests with his chest pressed against his mattress, knees propping his lower half up while his head lays on a pillow. you'd spent all night getting him ready, absolutely pampering him with kisses while you finger his ass. In the short amount of time since you two have started this, he's become almost frighteningly used to this routine.

It's not long until he's turning into a mess, face buried into the sheets as he melts into the slow rocking of your hips. He's enjoying himself as always until that nagging voice sounds out in his mind. And when he's without his inhibitions, laid out and vulnerable, listening to it just feels easier. " h-harder..."

There's a stutter in the thrusts that were once steadily pumping into him then a pause, the weight of your chest pressing against his back being a welcome new sensation. "What'd you say, sweetheart?" Your breath tickles his ear, almost making him feel bad for letting the word slip out. A fresh coat of blush paints Itto's face as he picks up his head and looks towards you.

"It'd be nice if... you went a little harder, y'know...?" He mumbles, slow and quiet as his embarrassment suddenly kicks in. "..only if you want to, babe." His worries are dismissed as warm lips press against his own, hands wrapping around his hips as you pull away.

The oni gets what he wants almost immediately, hips smacking his ass as you start to test a new pace, strokes deep and fast, and satisfying a primal part of his desire. His appreciation is expressed with a deep groan, eyes rolling back as he acclimates to the new pace.

Itto cums almost immediately, finally feeling fully pleased again as hot white ropes splatter against his abs and make a mess on the bed. White hair falls into his eyes as he slumps, completely spent as he lays still and feels the strap slide out of him with a slick pop.

His brain is hazy as he's wiped down and cleaned up, only coming back to reality when warm arms attempt to spoon him succeed in wrapping halfway around his waist while lips kiss his shoulder gently. "Was it good?" Itto only chuckles, turning over and coming face to face with you.

"That's an understatement... You're good as hell at this, babe."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a/n: reupload bc my dumb ass forgot to put tags for 12 hrs 😭😭 anyways i love recs they motivate me sm

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #dom reader #arataki itto #genshin itto #👹 #☄️ #:3 #itto x reader #sub itto

[scarahours]

"how long will it take for you to give up on me?"

- in which you ask him just how long it'll take for your autumn love to completely fall apart. [ANGST]

characters: kazuha, zhongli, scaramouche (separately) x gn! reader

part two here!

Being in love with kazuha was like living in a fairytale fantasy. He gave you butterflies, treated you like royalty and showered you with nothing but love and adoration.

He would cook up breakfast for the both of you as you prepared the plates in your shared dining room. He wrote poems, sang songs and serenaded you all day long during your rare off days of work. It made you wonder really, how did I end up with such a perfect man?

And to think that a few months ago this was your daily life - your daily routine with him. You were the perfect picture couple, an artist and his beloved muse. But when you heard him mutter his ex's name at night, you completely shattered. You thought it was going so well, you thought that he'd finally gotten over her. Sure - she was his first love, but he promised to you that you were the last. Did he not?

You haven't had the courage to confront him about it - no, not when he calls out your name ever so lovingly. As if he wasn't seeing the reflection of his first love in you.

Kazuha, how long must this go on?

You sat at the front of your porch, nearing 12 midnight. Your husband was late, again.

For the past few weeks he'd been avoiding you after you two had a fight regarding his tendencies to turn a blind eye to women openly flirting with him. Zhongli was nice, way too nice - and you knew that. It was exactly how he'd made his way inside your heart without you knowing.

But sometimes there's a limit to how nice one should be. Instead of politely shooting them down, he'd offer a small smile and walk away, pretending like he'd never heard them. And you'd think they'd be discouraged at this but no - they took it as a sign to keep going.

And you could only stand idly by, with rage and insecurities building up inside you. Zhongli expressed his intent to keep your relationship hidden so as to not distract your work life balance while in the office with him. But when you saw the way a co-worker loosened the buttons of her uniform and rubbed up against him, the damn broke and all hell broke loose.

Needless to say you got a three week suspension from HR and was ordered to work at home for the time being, with nobody to talk to and keep you company - your own intrusive thoughts began to stir up an emotion that you had never felt. Not since you got together with Zhongli, fear.

Fear of being abandoned, fear of being cast aside once he realizes that you weren't good enough for him. Fear of being shunned by the man you loved the most.

And so you wait.

You wait and wait until the sun began to rise, and you realize.

He was never coming home.

You knew that the both of you were never bound to last forever.

Really, you should've listened to your parents' when they expressed their clear distaste towards Scaramouche from the start.

"He's not good for you!"

"He can't provide for you! He ran away from home at such a young age, he'll end up nowhere!"

Those mocking words haunted him every night, like a broken record that played on and on inside his head. It was like living in his old house again, where he was suffocated and neglected. A prisoner of expectations.

So when he had first asked you to cut off contact with your parents, you were beyond bewildered and mad. You ended up screaming at him and stormed out of the house. How could he? Those people were your parents, for fucks sakes they raised and loved you! Provided you with everything, and supported you throughout the way! And he's making you cut them off because of what?

Because they don't like him? But you do! So why does it even matter? In the end it's your choice to stay with him.

But this stubborn and hard-headed attitude of yours is exactly why the two of you drifted away. You couldn't see the way your parents looked at him with scornful eyes, refusing to accept him as a part of their family. You couldn't see how they belittled him for not being able to prove anything. And whenever he tried confronting you about how he felt and how he'd been treated, you brushed it off and refused to listen. You thought it was okay if you loved him - but it wasn't.

It never was.

So he buried himself in work, aiming to rise to the top. To feel like he was finally worth something. So he could proudly stand beside you, the one who's always accepted him - even at his lowest. It wasn't that he wanted recognition from your parents, no. Right..?

Scaramouche doesn't say it. But you know it deep within your heart that it has been long since he's given up on you.

A gift for my beloved @p0000pman69420 @sunizome @catsfavoriteperson @c0nn0rv8 @justanacorn <3 I don't appreciate y'all ganging up on me so have fun reading this!

To sona: I'm gonna make a fluff fic for u i swear

#genshin fic #genshin x reader #genshin au #genshin modern au #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin x y/n #genshin x gn reader #genshin angst #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli #kazuha #kazuha x reader

[ndoandou]

Ikevamp bois playing modern games part 2

Vincent

Vincent is way into.. gartic phone

Qnd perhaps skribble.io

Like way into it

He would sit down 12 hours in front of the computer and guess what HES BEEN PLAYING GARTIC PHONE AND SKRIBBLE.IO IN A LOBBY OF RANDOMS

12 HRS IN HES STILL NOT DONE WITH BOTH GAMES

Hed obv speedrun a drawing in a short period of time and manage to make it look *chefs kiss*

Imagine if skribble.io had a vc feature tho

No no, like imagine if people were actually toxic in this goofy ahh game

They would yell down vincent down the mic telling him to go play with photoshop

Randoms are salty that vincent can draw and portray even the most ridicilous prompts which results him with the highest score always

Not to mention hes really good at guessing even the shittiest drawimgs from other ppl

"Broer how- that persons drawing looks ridicilous, even arthur's dog could draw that"

"Don't be mean theo! I could guess the drawing from the emotional connection i felt from it"

Jean

Jean has a shitty brick nokia phone

And he really loves playing snake II

No im serious

Well i suppose momte doesnt trust him with any other phones than that

the last time he was given a smartphone he downloaded some hack and slash game

took the word slash literally and then proceeded to cut the phone into two

comte was too stunned to speak

momte didn’t want his kids to miss out on gadgets but he cant have jean destroying his smartphone

BINGO! a nokia 3310 it is! 

jean didnt know how to react at first, but he found it easier to navigate and thats when he found out baout snake II

found it a bit pointless at first but despite saying that, he doesnt realize that thats the only thing he does besids fencing

snake II is his pre workout

the only thing he will be doing before his fencing practice

before meals

and before bed

‘‘jean are you sure you haven’t had enough of snake II..?’‘ comte asked causiously as he never know how his son Jean would react

jean looked at comte and stayed silent for a hot minute

‘‘no’‘

Napoleon

OK FLASH BACK TO MY E BOY NAPOLEON FANART FROM 2021

its official

He plays league of legends

Napoleon is deffo a jungle/top main

Jungle preferabbly

Bros actually cracked coz hed turn any non meta champs into an absolute beast

I see him being especially good with pantheon jungle

Hed play league with jean tbh

And jean would be a dedicated top

But i dont see jean being the best player..

No, like imagine napoleon defending jean from "top troll" and getting spammed "?" On his lane

Napo would literally go to that persons lane just to steal their minion last hits

If hes feeling extra hed even use pantheons ult to yeet over to that player to ks all the minions on that person's lane 😭

"Jgl troll gg"

Ok napo is actually not toxic and is rly nice to play with

Hed even supp for you if ur learning a new champ

Hes only toxic to people who are toxic to his buddies

Comte

Ill be honest

Comte looks like someone who would download all games from every ad pop up he gets

And im talking about anything gacha related

He does not care whether the game is explicit or not as long as he can collect pretty characters

Is he interested in the gameplay??? Probably not.

"For what reason did you spend $$$$$$ on xxx game???" Leonardo asked as he scrolled through comte's in game billings, cocking an eyebrow

"Hm? Well i simply wanted to collect all of these lovely looking characters."

"Without leveling up your characters?"

"Non"

"Do you understand how to play this game?"

Comte only looked at him with his unwavering smile

"honestly this is the most ridicilous spending ive witness from you, heh" Leo snorted

"Much appreciated, but i dont recal asking for any input, old friend" comte retorted

Leo looked at him and sighed

"Honestly at this point i shouldn't be surprised"

.

.

This took me forever to upload because i coulndn't figure what type of game comte would play then one day i was like AHAAAAA

Also i didn't proof read as always so pls dont chop my head off :"))

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp jean #ikevamp comte #ikevamp leonardo #ikemen series #cybird #ikevamp headcanons

[anglptera]

hello! if you’re here because i’ve booped you, i apologize. i have just figured out the boop function and i am booping everyone who comes across my dash. if i’m booping you i thought you were cool or maybe just like pressing buttons. have a nice day everyone :)

editing this post about 12 hrs later to say HOLY MOLY THATS A LOT OF BOOPS so if i don’t boop you back i apologize but i’m booping as fast as i can. stay boopin :)

oh and if i’ve followed you throughout my booping spree it’s probably because i went “damn this blog seems neat i’d like that on my dash” and went about my day, no pressure to follow back but having some moots would be nice

#boop

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for abandoning my assistant at our new job?

I (22F) am a grocery store department manager and my assistant (26F) is my best friend. We previously worked at nice, low-volume, good work culture type store for a year and a half together while she was still a clerk. The notoriously horrible and constantly-falling-apart store down the street suddenly had two openings for our department for manager and assistant manager. She was definitely overqualified to become an assistant and I had good reports as the manager at this location, and thought we could work some magic on that place and really shape it up. So we made a plan, applied for the transfer and we were accepted. Once we started working there the department started performing amazingly and the people within the department were very happy with us as the new management crew.

Two issues - number 1 there is a store assistant manager who is racist, homophobic, and sexually harasses employees (she has 15+ HR complaints against her and it’s beyond me why corporate doesn’t fire her). She has targeted my assistant and within her first 5 days of working there, she wanted to call for a replacement, and called her lazy. I knew about this person before transferring but my assistant didn’t. I warned her beforehand and encouraged her to use the corporate HR hotline to report any and all behavior. (I have been a victim of this lady too, she asks me invasive sexual questions…)

Number 2 - I am now being worked 7 days a week, 10-12 hour days, and various start times anywhere between midnight and 1 pm. I’ll be off at 4 pm from a day shift, have to go back in at midnight, work midnight to noon, and then cover the evening call out by going in for another 2 hours from 4pm-6pm. Because I’m the manager, I can be worked like a dog but other people are not allowed to even stay an hour of overtime per week. My sleep deprivation has led me to faint, be hospitalized, miss doctors appointments, etc. All around awful. My store managers recognize that I’m suffering but due to corporate standards for scheduling, there is no escaping this, unless I want to make my poor assistant go through what I’m going through, which I refuse to allow another person to experience this.

I can’t take it anymore. I finally broke when I showed up to a scheduled overnight shift 2.5 hrs late due to pure exhaustion, and started having hallucinations on shift. Corporate surprised us at 8 am that day and gave my department a bad review, and I broke down in the middle of the sales floor in front of corporate, customers, and my store managers screaming “FUCK THIS I CAN’T FUCKING DO THIS ANYMORE.”

I was surprised that I wasn’t fired but store management was surprised that I didn’t walk out. I didn’t because I have rent to pay. But the incident finally made me realize that this store is hurting my health and I’ve decided to send applications out to other jobs. Stepping down within the company or transferring back to the old store is not an option because department head is not open and even if I stepped down, they’d still work me like a department manager because they know what work I’m capable of. I want something new, a fresh clean slate.

However my assistant very badly needed this pay raise and guaranteed full time contract. She wouldn’t leave. She has an upcoming wedding and needs to put food on the table for her child. She is my best friend outside of work and we’re very close. I would feel terrible abandoning her in an already shitty work situation that I dragged her into - it was my idea and my reference for her promotion. I made promises to take care of a certain portion of duties if she did another portion. If I left, it would be ALL on her, job of both assistant and manager either as an assistant or if she’s offered manager. Either way, that would be a worse schedule than what I’m going through right now. And she would have to deal with that terrible store assistant alone. Anyways, I’d be scared to lose her friendship if I left. But I can’t take it anymore. She recognizes that too, however, she’s sympathetic to the literal medical faults my schedule is causing.

I feel like it’s my fault that she got harassed in the first place, and I feel like it’s my fault that she’s now unhappy with her job. I don’t want to lose my best friend.

WIBTA for leaving my job?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[amrv-5]

Horrid Horrid Day of the kind so rarely experienced trying to treat it as a dubious comedic blessing and also remember it’s cool to experience stuff even stuff that sucks and makes you (?) feel bad (probably???) freeverse insanity monologue to my own blog so I don’t commit a homicide

most of it death by 1000 papercuts sort of things besides like 3-5 big Actual Genuinely Bad Comically Ridiculous Chaotic Events (middle of the night hotel eviction and subsequent 35 mile relocation to a Diff Hotel for my parents due to the City Of [Redacted] abruptly buying out the rooms (?!) for the one they were in for some sort of emergency housing thing?? (this is real and really happened)) but after 12.5 hrs and then well 999 other things that happened mostly to Me etc.💥💥💥🔨🔨🔨💥💥💥🔨💥🔨😭🔨🔨🔨💥💥💥💥 godddd complicated relationship w parents aside it is so much to be Completely On and doing the Team Emotional Management the whole time whyyy am I the only grownup… can’t be tired or a little annoyed at being subject to last minute undiscussed demands on my time or even Drop The Cheerful Facade Of Bland Enthusiasm For A Second because I’m Ruining Things For Everyone. but also I’ve got 1 week break between semesters formally and I would like to: Sleep In + Get Meaningful Rest. please. Big ideal day plan wld be to sleep for 12-15 hrs read in bed for a few more go for a little run eat some oatmeal lay around watch movie without thinking about annnnyyything important all day. Is That So Much To Ask. Is This An Unreasonable Demand .

Well anyway I’m being soo dramatic and everything’s really pretty much fine. I cn recognize it’s nice that people went out of their way to make a trip here + want to spend a lot of time together it’s just that due to the Aforementioned Complicated Relationship the Spending Time Together is like. Well u know how wild boars when you stab them you have to have a special Boar Spear with a cross-bar because otherwise they will just keep running up your spear while impaled to Get You, The Spearholder? Well that’s what my relationship w my parents is like in this particular year. Getting stabbed and it sucksss but unfortunately there is the sense that if one keeps going thru the Horrid Feelings there may be some degree of satisfaction (easier or realer relationship? emotional connection? satisfaction of knowing I Tried My Best?) at the other end… but it has to be me (wild boar in this metaphor) doing alll of the work and experiencing the majority of the discomfort in pursuit of unclear ends… ahhhhhh sigh. good reminder I guess that I just still react weird and with maybe a greater than warranted degree of emotional sensitivity to extended intentional infringements on my space + autonomy that don’t take into account that I’m a person with opinions and an inner life and also I Slept Bad and several other problems so I’m much less patient than usual today. condensed: I’m At My Freakin Limit Dot JPEG rn. anyway. ouuughhh. home now going to run a bath (insane. who does that) turn off lights and just sit there in hot water for a while stewing (ha) until I feel less tense + tired (Big Win: reasonably tense + tired ≠ depressed…) maybe light a candle also. I wld bring a book into this if I didn’t know for a certainty I’d drop it in the water immmmmediately and the lathe of heaven doesnt deserve that from me. fuuuck. This probably makes me look insaaaane don’t read this. Or do whatever its my blog though sorry if u followed for fic and are just getting extended musings on my inner mental life + to do lists. In My Defense there’s a read more and if u see this You Clicked It And So Gave Ur Viewing Consent. In conclusion 👨‍👩‍👧🚗🏨🌃😭😔😑🤷‍♀️🙂➡️🛁🕯️📖🛌

#fuck. LMAO. okay i feel mostly better now. evening plans are underway