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rizsu · 10 months

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round one: babies vs dad gojo satoru.

sum. twin girls !! short lil drabble yk

gojo wasn't exactly the best at handling newborns — actually, scratch that — he was the worse at doing so. kids aged 5+ are okay, he knows how to handle them. babies and toddlers? no. to gojo, babies are absolute cuties until they aren't. he's all for "they're kinda cute" until he has to be the one to calm them down during their tantrums.

which brings him to the current situation: identical twin baby girls versus one man that's their father. it's a heated battle. only one may win this fight — to the babies, it's a fair game. to gojo, it's unfair. it's two against one; he must become victorious for the sake of his pride ( and to prove his point to you ).

unbeknown to the girls, gojo's familiar with their game. eat -> cry -> babble -> eat again -> sleep — that's their strategy. the cycle by which they mostly live by until they're old enough to realize they're humans. gojo's night will now consist of his girls, a sleeping wife, and water. a lot of water. perhaps enough water to fill a large tank.

it's 6 pm, you'll wake up in about an hour. hoping that it'll be enough time to shower and dress both, gojo sneaks out of your shared bed and into the nursery room. in his view, there are two wide-awake babies. one is attempting to consume her foot while the other attempts to reach the toys hanging above the crib.

"hey," whispering softly, gojo's eyes form a crescent shape at his daughters' excitement. he knows they are smiley babies but it always melts him whenever he sees or hears their giggles. lifting both into his arms, he sets them onto their playmat before scooting to the other side of the room for their clothes, diapers, bath toys and towels.

entertained by their conversation together, he organizes the materials needed and walks back to their crib. gojo lays out two outfits: a strawberry onesie and a banana themed onesie. they were totally, totally not bought on impulse.

now, here comes to difficult battle: getting them in the bath-tub itself. they're prepared with toys, some bubbles and a two floaties. the issue lies in whether the girls are ready to be in water — which shouldn't pose a problem because he meticulously made sure that the temperature matches their comfort level.

successfully managing to place one baby, he watches the other quietly. one wrong move and gojo will need two earplugs. "wooooooooosh," trying to convince her, he makes playful sounds while trying his best to get her in the water. whatever strength babies are born with needs to vanish — every time her feet gets close to the water, she raises them up.

baby number one is absolutely enjoying life. entertained by the toys, she splashes her hands around creating a mess but it's okay. baby number two, however, is determined to not touch that water and gojo is determined to get her in it.

"pleaseee," he begs, sighing as she started making cries of complete annoyance. it doesn't seem like he'll win against her. maybe not today.

many attempts and many fails happened over a five-minutes span and gojo has yet to get her to at least touch the water. patience is key but he might just take a bowl of water and dump it on her head.

"need help there?" the voice of his savior catches his attention. watching you who's leaning against the door frame, wearing a shirt he swore he lost and smiling at him, he turns baby number two to you with the sentence, "she's all yours."

#+ rizsu: jujutsu kaisen.#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk fluff #gojo fluff

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lovingsmuttypostss · 1 month

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backshots

summary: you and your boyfriend do backshots for the first time ever

warnings: backshot, smut, reverse position, p inv

It was a hot summer day matt was lying next to me his red shirt and hat on his body and i was in my little red matching bathing suit he bought me for my last bday

“It’s hot” I sighed fanning myself as I took a drink of my water. The hot sun in my skin.

“Take your clothes off” He smirks

My cheeks turn red as i nod. i was really horny from his outfit so i wanted too anyways and i took my bathing suit off and stood naked in front of him and my perked nipples

“Beautiful” He mumbles standing up and smashing his lips onto mine, my body melts under him and my hands on his hair

“Matt I need you”

“I know” He spoke kissing my nipples before undoing his belt and pointing to the grass below us “Hands and knees baby.” Matt said i nodded getting on my hands and knees before he thrust his dick into me super fast not giving me time to adjust my body shakes

“Oh oh !” I moaned as he hit from the back, my body nearly collapsing but he held me up. “Yeah you like that let daddy fill you up” He says

“So tight” He groaned pulling against my hair as he thrust into my pussy

My walls closed on him as my legs shook i was gonna cum “I’m gonna cum!!!!!” I yelled as i moaned against him

He slapped my ass “Be quiet” he growls my eyes started to water as he continued to thrust into me. I couldn’t take it and i organismed all over his dick my white load spilling on the bed

“Daddy made you come?” He asks with a proud smirk as he came too

“Let me clean you up.” He says getting a towel and wiping up our cum before putting my clothes back on my wet body

“I love you”

“I love you too baby”

#the sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo x reader

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aestheticaltcow · 2 months

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omg I love your work! I was wondering if you can write about the reader sleeping over at carmy’s place for the first time. maybe they cook dinner together and stuff? 🫶

Slumber Party

A/N: I kinda wish I'd gone in a different direction with this one, but it works, ya know?

“Thanks, Carmy. My roommate is being absolutely bat shit.” you smiled as you followed Carmy into his apartment. “No problem, baby.” he grinned. Tonight was the first time you were sleeping over at Carmy’s place. While the two of you had been together for a while, there was still a layer of nervousness. It wasn’t like you two hadn’t spent the night together before, but it was always at your place. Carmy said he didn’t mind the longer commute to work, but the reality was he’d been back in Chicago for a few years now but had made minimal effort to make his apartment an actual apartment. For Carmy, it was just a place to sleep and shower. After meeting you, he decided it may be time to establish real roots; he’d made his apartment slightly more homey, but Sugar still said it was like a college kid’s apartment except with Carmy’s OCD-like cleanliness levels.

“Wanna put your bag in my room?” he asked, hoping he remembered to make the bed that morning. “Uh yeah…” you grinned. “It’s just down there.” Carmy cocked his head to the right, “Sorry if it smells like cigarettes in here…” “Don’t worry about it, Carm. I’d be sleeping on the L now if it weren't for you.”

You looked around Carmy’s bedroom. You’d visited him in the past but realized this was the first time you’d been in his bedroom. It was bare except for a deli container half filled with water and a book on his bedside table. After dropping your backpack next to his, you stood in the middle of his room, taking in the sight before you. When Carmy slept at your place for the first time, he admired the pictures you’d hung and the posters tacked to the walls. He liked how you’d painted the walls and had a dedicated area to get ready. He liked the mountain of pillows on your bed and the extra throw blankets you kept at the foot of the bed, and now, standing in his bedroom, you’d realized why he liked your place. You ran a hand down the quilt atop his bed and sat down. His mattress was firm; you took a deep breath, absorbing the scent of Carmy’s cologne and cigarette smoke.

“Hey baby, you hungry?” Carmy asked from the doorway, “I could eat.” he shook his head at your comment. “I need to get some stuff from the store. Wanna come?” “Do you mind if I stay here and shower?” he shook his head, “Go for it. Towels are in the closet.”

The hot water of the shower felt good on your muscles. As you rinse the shampoo out of your hair, you can’t help but notice the 3-in-1 Axe in Carmy’s shower organizer. You didn’t think Carmy was that kind of guy to use 3-in-1, but tonight was the night you’d learn more about him. After drying off with a worn-out, bleach-stained bath towel, you slipped on your pjs, which consisted of an oversized t-shirt and old running shorts. By the time you’d finished your skincare routine, Carmy had returned to the apartment.

“Can I help?” Carmy looked up as you entered the kitchen, “Of course, baby,” Carmy smiled. “I can always use a sou.” you laughed as he threw you an apron. You stood next to Carmy grating cheese while he explained the difference between real chicken alfredo and the “alfredo” you’d make at home. You giggled as he got progressively more passionate about it. You bumped him with your hip to get his attention, “Okay, Mr. Chef. I grated the cheese.” Carmy rolled his eyes before kissing your cheek. “Thank you.”

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joohanisms · 4 months

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i am on my period and in pain which means

i deserve shameless selfish fanfcition

xdh + your period 💭💫

cw: periods, period sex, shower/bath sex, mention of taking pictures during sex, boys taking care of you, toys, slight crack, fingering, pegging

gunil

takes care of you so nicely :-(

even carries you around if you want to

makes you laugh, handles your mood swings, gets you chocolate or sweets, pets your tummy, etc. the perfect guy

is somehow against fucking you on your period because he's so scared of hurting you + the blood makes him even more uneasy because he associates it with hurting you

he likes the bloody mary blowjobs but feels bad you're not getting off :-(

until you get home with one of those phone controlled vibrators. and somehow now you're sitting at your couch shaking in your metaphorical boots because you're not allowed to cum before he says so

always gives you the go ahead. he can"t deny a woman in need

jungsu

takes great care of you :-( my lovely oldest child

has a hot pack at his place for your cramps 🥺

def is one of those people that will clean the house for you when you're not feeling well. you'll take a nap and wake up to your dishes in the dishrack, your floor swept, the living room organized..

when it comes to sex, he is a little afraid to hurt you – but everytime you assure him you'll be fine he breaks his resolve

but in his head, the best thing to do is fucking in the bath. hear him out

1) it's warm. it's relaxing. it'll help with the cramping and the full-body horrors menstruation brings with it

2) he'll wash your hair for you!! he'll give you a massage!! let him pamper you a little

3) you can lay on his chest and he'll either finger you with his head on your shoulder or put his cock in you and fuck you sooooo lazily, just grinding and making you feel full

4) no clean up, no staining, only water and a nice orgasm to tire you out a little

jiseok

first off, always goes thank god you're not pregnant even though you're on birth control + you're both careful. he's ridiculous

ALWAYS!!!! has ibuprofen on him

"how's the uterus?"

def the uterUS guy

which means. he's with you every single second he can. you can't get off your bed? neither can he, guess you'll have to cuddle. you wanna take a walk to ease your cramps? he's by your side, hope you wanna hold hands. you need a good cry? you're crying on his shoulder. you want to eat a mountain of carbs? he's ordering double so you can eat together

guess who's getting fucked!!!!! if you're down ofc.

lays down a towel on the bed Or.. fucks you in the shower <3

used to lift your leg up onto his hip but you nearly lost balance once and now ya'll are scared so. your hands are on the tiles and you're nearly bent over while he slams into you !

really likes how the squelching is louder because of the blood+fluids and

every time he can see blood smeared on the top of his thighs/on his cock everytime he pulls out he goes a little bit insane .

not because it's blood, but because it's SO messy. probably has pictures somewhere in his phone.

likes cumming inside because you were already loose and messy before and now you're even looser and messier .

and thinks it's cute when his cum drips out a shade of pink. he's ridiculous

seungmin

DEFINITELY has a period tracker app

"hey baby have you started your period yet? i'm bringing you some cake either way i know you get grumpy without a sweet treat <3"

response to this ranges from who are you calling grumpy seungmin to full on sobbing because your boyfie is so nice to you

either way, he embraces you in a hug and coos about his baby being emotional

softest ever when you ask him to fuck ;-(

delicate with how he touches you

softest love making towels on the bed missionary.

tender touches tummy pats

"are you doing okay baby? do you want to keep going?"

"is my baby feeling better? is this helping?"

you'd NEVER believe it's the same guy that is usually a menace to you

don't let him fool you though.. his head Is spinning with how sloppy your cunt is

hyeongjun

nicest boy alive. is at your beck and call. if you go [sighs] i wish i had a sweet treat :-( he's already putting shoes on to buy you cookies

lays his head on your stomach because the weight and the warmth makes you more comfortable :-( pet his hair as a treat pls

NOTHING a good nap can't cure. the blinds are closed, the ac is on, the fluffy blankets are on top of you, hyeongjun is spooning you with a firm hand on your tummy, you're only waking up 3h later with a whole new mood. now the gamble is Which Mood

will do Anything you ask fr

now in this blog we have established he's fingering master. that's what you'll be doing .

it's not that he thinks it's disgusting having actual sex on periods or anything . he's just so lazy. it's sooo much easier to just wash his hands later instead of prepping the whole bed in case of any leakage or blood stains

(he has seen you cry over staining the sheets. he's not taking chances)

it's so much faster to shove his hands down your pants and finger fuck you clothed, pad and all.

plus its super common to feel icky about yourself on your period and he respects that so much !!! the clothes only come off if you want them to come off

if it gets Too Much he's not opposed to fucking you in the shower, pressing his whole front against your back and covering your stomach with a giant hand.....

jooyeon

unfortunately for some, he won't be eating you out.

i don't think he'd love the taste of blood (i don"t think many people do,) so it's generally off limits ? but he's making it up to you for sureeeeeeeeeee.

his favorite way to do so is being pegged.

once joked about how once a month you switch both roles and holes and earned a slap across his head.

goes :-( can i pls suck your boobs and if you say no because you're tender he goes :-( pls just the tip just a little bit i swear i'll be gentle

if you give in, he's actually unbearably soft with kitten licks and soft little kisses. and now you want him to be rougher and this fuckass won't do it

has emergency pads/tampons at his place!!!! your period is NOT messing with cuddle time. oh you suddenly started it and stained your pants? no one is going home your clothes are in the washing machine you're wearing boxers and you're chilling under the blankets.

tried to hit you with the hey babe what size pussy you wear and received absolutely NOTHING in return. joo was IGNORED and REJECTED so he bought what felt right+whatever had the same color of the package you had at your house

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stalkerofthegods · 5 months

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Hestia Deep Divs

Herbs • Chaste trees, Rosemary, Parsley, Basil, Sorrel, vanilla, Cinnamon, coriander, Marjoram, Mint, Lemon balm, cloves, clary sage, Allspice, Angelica, Coriander, poppy seed, chamomile, Angelica, Bay, garlic, mint, peppermint, pepper, marjoram, The lavender, the chaste tree, the datura, the California poppy, the goldenrod, the hollyhock, the yarrow, the purple coneflower, all white flowers, Lavender, White roses, angel’s trumpet, goldenrod, hollyhock, and yarrow, pine, Wildflowers & sunflowers, raspberry leaves, sage, pearly everlasting, yellow rose

Animals• pigs, donkeys, one-year-old cows, a Crane.

Zodiac & scared number • unknown, I cannot find out what month she was born on, or the day. But I would associate numbers 1, and 6 because she is the oldest and the youngest (and etc, but who even likes my rambles?)

Colors •Gold, yellow, orange, red, White, Gold, Lavender, light purple, black, silver, and dark red

Crystal•Carnelian, Garnet, Goldstone, Calcite, Topaz, garnet, amethyst, lapis lazuli, green tourmaline, Vanadinite, Quartz, gold, silver, and brass, Amber colored crystals, citrine, clear quartz, sunstone.

Symbols• a kettle, the hearth (fireplace), torch, candle

Jewelry you can wear in their honor• friendship bracelets

Diety of• the virgin goddess of the home and hearth fire, cooking of meals, and sacrificial food for feasts, architecture, domesticity, family, and the state, and sacrificial flame

Patron of where the families ate and congregated, hospitality, family.

Offerings• give her prayer beads that remind you of her that are not Christian (or make one, which is better), wooden beads, Oil Lamps, Seven Day Candles (because they burn for 7 days), LED Candles, A Candle that reminds you of home, White or red candles, Apple juice, cider, Wine, Baked goods, keys to the home (preferably not stolen(looking at Hermes devotees))), Small kitchen antiques/objects, pottery/cups/bowls, artwork of homey things, a meal, your favorite things, poetry, books, items you made, fall-themed stuff, spring-themed stuff, First/last foods & libations from a meal, Candles/flame, Honey, Pork, Cakes or Cookies made to look like one of Her symbols,), Keeping a candle/hearth fire or lamp constantly burning, Pictures of homes you want to live in one day, pictures of homes you have lived in, Pictures of architecture that you like, Teacups, teaspoons, tea towels, Childhood memories (ex- stuffed toys, baby clothes, old photos), Homegrown herbs, Toys or art of donkeys and pigs, Leaves or blooms from a chaste tree, Tea light candles (real or fake), Your favorite poetry or poetry you have written for Her, Your favorite books, Stories you have written, Art of flames, fire, candles, Garmets that you have made such as clothing, blankets, beanies, Homemade lotions, bath bombs, shower gel, bubble bath (You can ask Her to bless them then use them she probably won't say no), Beeswax products, honey, olive oil, pumpkin pie

Devotional• Pick up rubbish in communal areas, Offer the first or last bites/portions of food your to her, Cooking/baking for yourself or others, Having a candle lit whenever possible (electric or real), playing a video of a fire place, Volunteerring at homeless or DV shelters, donating to homeless or DV shelters, Setting healthy boundaries with friends and family, reading about Tea/Coffee magick, Getting involved with your local community, Advocating for policies you believe will better the community Allowing yourself to rest, Do a chore you've been putting off for a long time, organize to hang out with some loved ones, Veil or bind your hair, Wear something red or orange, Make a devotional playlist for her, make a Pinterest board or a mood board for her, Learn about kitchen witchery, Cook a meal in her name, Clean the House, Put together a puzzle, Eat popcorn and watch a movie, do Knitting, read about knitting, donate yarn and

knitting supply’s, prepare food for family, make the table before eating, garden, Harvest berries, pick flowers, Donate to food charity/drives, Support people who lost their homes to natural disasters, Welcoming others into your home, Keeping the peace (especially in the home), Donations of time & money to Habitat for Humanity, Do little (or big) acts of kindness, If you have a fireplace light it for Her or build Her altar around it, Meditate next to a fire, Read poetry or a book, play a playlist for Her and play it while you clean or cooks, Clean your house/room and keep it nice and tidy, Take a cooking or baking class, Collect recipes and keep a recipe book, Host celebrations at your home, Remember your ancestors and learn more about them, Spend time with your pets, Take care of yourself and your mental and physical health (Your body is a home for you), Take a hot bath, eat some ice cream, chill at home for a day, Pray to Her( ex- for protection, inspiration, happiness, guidance, and help getting rid of negative entities in the home, peace in the home, good food, an abundance of food, independence), help to start/tending to the hearth, work on having strong family bonds, Open your curtains and let the sunlight warm the room, Make a potful of tea and keep it in a large thermos, Watch movies that make you feel nostalgic and cozy, Say goodnight and good morning to her, Get an electric blanket and feel the warmth connect you to her, Cuddle a stuffed animal, Make a blog/journal filled with cozy homely things, Keep a few locally baked goodies nearby for when you need them, String up fairy lights and use them as your only light source, Whisper prayers and devotional pieces before you go to sleep, Use a Himalayan salt lamp to connect to feeling of a fire, Invest in little things (ex- pillowcases, photos, curtains) that make your room feel welcoming and peaceful, Make a little bottle filled with herbs and crystals and other things that remind you of her, Listen to music that makes your soul happy and your heart content, Take care of yourself (ex- Brush your hair, use a wet cloth on your face), Keep a tealight on you, Clean one small area of your house, Savor a hot drink, Do small, unnoticed acts of kindness, Always greet animals (both big and small), Do anything by candlelight, Wear colors you associate with her, Practice your patience (both external and internal), Be a listening ear or shoulder to cry on for those who need it, Make compromises when it is healthiest for both parties, always have a lighter or matches, Listen to music that reminds you of her, Spend time tending to your body, Leave a big tip the next time you have a chance, Practice kindness in all areas of your life (including driving), Take a hot bath or shower with no time limit, Decorate a space, Build a fire, Compliment people (both strangers and loloved ones), Donate something (ex-clothes, money, or your time), Look at photos and embrace the happy nostalgia, Wear makeup or jewelry that reminds you of her, Wake up early to see the sunrise - or watch the sunset, Watch/read about acts of kindness to be inspired, wear prayer beads that are for her, go to a high school reunion, do a family reunion, do budgeting in her honor, do meal planning, set healthy boundaries, have a household notebook, do seasonal cleaning, try home remedies,As you light your gas stove, say a prayer to Hestia, Spend quiet quality time at home, Gather your family (including your chosen family) for a festive candlelit meal, Commit to spending more time with children and old people.

Ephithets•Äídios - eternal, Aïdius – See Äídios., Basileia - See Vasíleia, Bulaea - See Voulaia., Chloömorphus – See Khlöómorphos, Daughter of lovely-haired Rǽa, Khlöómorphos - verdan, Polýmorphos - multi-formed, Polyolbus – See Polýolvos, Polýolvos - rich in blessings, Potheinotáti - beloved, Prutaneia – See Prytaneia, Prytanei, Vasíleia - queen, Voulaia - of the council, Prytaneia -”of the Prytanis.”

Equivalents• Vesta (Roman), loki (Norse), Brigid (Celtic), Hathor (Egyptian)

Signs they are reaching out• having a strong urge to Vail in her honor, seeing her animals and symbols in your dreams, and seeing her imagery a lot, everything at home suddenly going well.

Vows/omans• that she “would be a maiden all her days”

Morals• morally light/pure

Courting• None

Past lovers/crushes• None

Personality• She avoids drama, and is generous, but her temper is volcanic in nature, she is slow to anger, but when she gets angry her rage is a force of nature. She is modest, tranquil, and industrious

Home• Mount Olympus

Mortal or immortal • immortal

Fact• Historically she is supposed to be the first deity offered to in a ritual due to being the goddess of fire, she's the oldest Olympian, She is spat out last by Kronos so she is also the youngest, she shares her seat with Diyonisus, she did not give it up, she receives a share of every sacrifice/prayer to the gods, and she is commonly seen alongside with Hermes, I would recommend putting their alters close together.

Element• fire

Curses• a bad family life, food being burnt, having not enough food, being turned away at restaurants, being homeless, your house catching on fire

Blessings• all domestic happiness and blessings

Roots• Greek mythology….and she was raised in her father's stomach, and at the first years of theogony era.

Friends• all of the gods, but most notably Hermes, but is not friends with Priapus, she dislikes him (he tried to rape her.)

Parentage• Cronus and Rhea

Siblings• Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, Demeter, Hera

Pet• she has no pets.

Children • she has no children.

Appearance in astral or gen• she was typically represented wearing a veil and robe. In some images, she held a flowering branch or kettle as well.

Festivals • None, at every feast and meal a liberation was made to her name first and last, but I associate Thanksgiving with her, but her Roman counter part Vesta has 1-15 June of each year, an then another festival celebrated on 8-9 July. Hestia is also mentioned on 8 June. But a neo-pagan sets aside 26 December – 22 January as a month devoted to Hestia.

Status• Virgin theoi goddess.

What disrespects her turning away people at your home (she is a goddess of hospitality and it was seen as disrespectful to her to do so.)

Planet• unknown

Her Tarot cards• the Temperance, the fourteenth Major Arcana card.

Remind me of• Hot cocoa, and Thanksgiving.

Scents/Inscene • Lavender, Rose, spring water, rain, Pumpkin, Apple pie, cinnamon, fall leaves, Chamomile, Myrrh, Frankincense, Iris, Angelica, Peony, Angelica, iris, Sandalwood

My opinion • I like her, but I'm scared of her too. (what a shocker!)

Prayers•

Historical-

Holy Queen of Sanctity, we hymn you, Hestia, whose abiding realm is Olympus and the middle point of earth and the Delphic laurel tree! You dance around Apollo’s towering temple rejoicing both in the tripod’s mantic voices and when Apollo sounds the seven strings of his golden phorminx and, with you, sings the praises of the feasting gods. We salute you, daughter of Kronos and Rhea, who alone brings firelight to the sacred altars of the gods; Hestia, reward our prayer, grant wealth obtained in honesty; then we shall always, dance around your glistening throne.

For the lost -

Blessed Hestia, the first and the last, and the always flame. May your light burn bright and strong, May your prayers be those of respect and love, May you guide the lost, And give to those who have nothing. I give thanks to you, Hestia, for all that you have done And continue to do.

For people with intrusive thoughts -

I ask Hestia, the kind goddess, to help those who feel down. May they find comfort and peace inside of their homes and inside their own minds. Protect them for their destructive thoughts, and be the safe place they need so much

A prayer for homeles—

In Hestia’s name, may you always have a home and a roof over your head. May you always be comfortable and warm with a full belly. May you always be in good spirits and good company, never knowing the pervading loneliness that envelopes the soul.

Morning

Blessed Hestia, Fill this home with your light and bounty, As the day fills it with golden sunshine.

Evening

Glorious Hestia, Let your hearth fire warm this house, As night draws her shadowed cloak over it now.

Blessings of the kitchen-

Hestia bless my little kitchen, I love it’s every nook And bless me as I do my work, Wash pots and pans and cook. May the meals that I prepare, Be seasoned from above, With thy blessings and thy grace, But most of all thy love

Links/websites/sources •

ts-witchy-archive, constantly-disheveled, saryoak, eldritchhorror06, https://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/625205765818515456/hestia-offerings/amp, https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/179727039352/offerings-to-hestiahttps://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/625205765818515456/hestia-offerings/amphttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/179727039352/offerings-to-hestiahttps://www.learnreligions.com/hestia-greek-goddess-of-the-hearth-2561993#:~:text=Keep%20a%20candle%20dedicated%20to,prayers%2C%20songs%2C%20or%20hymns.https://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/Hestia.html#:~:text=In%20myth%20Hestia%20was%20the,youngest%20of%20the%20six%20Kronides.https://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/Hestia.htmlhttps://greekmythology.fandom.com/wiki/Hestia#google_vignettehttps://greekmythology.fandom.com/wiki/Hestiahttps://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/goddesses/hestia/https://www.hellenicgods.org/festivals-of-hellenismos---eortai https://hestiasservant.wordpress.com/2018/05/27/honoring-hestia-a-festival-every-day/https://www.elissos.com/the-family-goddess-hestia-mother-of-all-gods/#:~:text=The%20birth%20of%20Hestia%20dates,to%20his%20throne%2C%20his%20children.https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhea_(mythology)#:~:text=According%20to%20Hesiod%2C%20Rhea%20had,and%20Zeus%20in%20that%20order.https://www.reddit.com/r/pagan/comments/14sy8cj/is_hestia_reaching_out_to_me/https://mythopedia.com/topics/hestia

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oneforthemunny · 11 months

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mordern!steddie, fluff, and target run! please!

"I have to have this." You declared, grabbing the small box off the shelf.

Eddie looked up from his phone, brow raised as he looked over your shoulder. "What is that?"

"It holds your phone up but it's like a little retro TV stand. It's so cute." You grinned, plopping it into the red basket, snagging your Starbucks cup out of the holder.

"And that's a necessity because..?" Steve hummed, crouching to look at the storage bins below.

"Because," You huffed, rolling your eyes. "It's three dollars and I need it for my baths. I always have to prop my phone up on the towels and it slides."

"That's actually a really good point." Eddie nodded in agreement, arms snaking around your waist, squeezing the cotton of your shorts before stealing a sip out of your straw. "Definitely a necessity."

Steve rolled his eyes, standing with the small drawer organizer. "Fine, but for everything else, we're sticking to the list."

"Got it." Eddie nodded, winking at you playfully, sending you into a fit of giggles.

"So no looking at the clothes?" You asked, following behind Steve, Eddie behind you.

"No."

"Not even the pajamas?"

"C'mon, Steve, don't deprive her of the pajamas." Eddie sighed dramatically. "That's cruel."

"You have a million pajamas, baby." Steve looked at you, one hand on his hip, the other on the cart.

"Yeah, but these are so soft, Stevie. You know they are." You pouted, arms crossing over your chest. "And you and Eddie ruined the last ones."

Steve blushed, eyes cutting around him. No one heard, and even if they did, they couldn't possibly know that by "ruined" you meant they'd tore them off of you, spilt the seam right down the middle for a make shift restraint to tie you to the headboard one morning. Still, he couldn't help the flush on his cheeks.

"Fine." Steve rolled his eyes. "I owe you one pair. Go pick them out. I'm going to the food aisles if you need me."

"I'm gonna go look at some sheets." Eddie said casually, pulling out his vape, bringing it to his lips to take a hit. You and Steve both stopped, looking at him skeptically. "What?" Eddie asked, exhaling around the vapor.

Steve scoffed, mortified when Eddie would vape in public especially in settings like Target- true Walmart activities, he told him. The vape was banned entirely from coming into Trader Joe's with Steve.

"Why do we need sheets?" Steve asked.

"Are you serious?" Eddie mimicked, his own brows raising in dramatics. "Did you see what she did to the sheets the other day? Surprised we don't need a new goddam mattress." Eddie snorted.

"Hey." You huffed, cheeks heating. "That wasn't my fault."

"I never said it was, baby." Eddie cooed, pulling you sweetly into his side. "I just said we need new sheets. Dark ones this time. Those stains are not coming out."

"Alright," Steve lifted his hands, shaking his head. "Go get you sheets, go get your pajamas, then we are done."

Forty-five minutes later everything on the list had been added. Plus your pajamas. Plus Eddie's sheet choice. Plus a matching blanket. And a new throw pillow. And a candle, of course. Then Eddie insisted on an agenda saying that would really help him (he and Steve bickered back and forth for five minutes until they settled on a calendar for the fridge instead). And one last body spray later, you were checking out, packing the plastic bags out to the car.

#vivisblurbgame #oneforthemunny #munnytalks #modern!steddie #modern!dom!steddie #modern!steddie x reader

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tigersullivan01 · 11 months

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Alma Peregrine x reader Bird bath

Y/n pov

“Alma!” I scolded her lightly as I crouch down and scooped her up from the floor. “Your wing is still injured and i could have accidentally stepped on you you silly bird! Why are you covered in flour?” Standing up with Alma sitting on my arm i head to the kitchen. Emma, Olive and Hugh stand in the kitchen covered in flour, coco powder and melted butter?”What happened in here?” All three of them look over at me in surprise”We wanted to bake chocolate cookies” Hugh mumbles as Emma and Olive stand on ether side of him looking at the floor. Letting out a sigh and rubbing my temples “Next time inform me before you do something like this, apologize to Miss Peregrine before you all clean up this mess together and go take a thorough bath”

Mumbling their apologies to a flour covered Alma before starting the cleanup process for the kitchen. I walk upstairs and knock on Enoch’s door before stepping inside.

“Enoch could you please keep an eye on the others whilst I take care of Miss Peregrine?” Enoch looks at me confused before seeing a grumpy Alma on my arm, he sighs and stands up and walks downstairs. “You owe me a few organs for this” He muttered, letting out a second sigh as I walk to mine and Alma’s bedroom, walking to the attached bathroom.

Putting Alma on the sink edge and plugging the drain in the sink, filling it up with lukewarm water and a little shampoo, getting a fluffy towel before picking Alma up and slowly putting her into the water. Although she had other plans as she flaps her wings and claws her way up my sleeve. “Ow! Alma that hurts! Stop it! BLUEBIRD!” I manage to grab her whilst leaning backwards to not get splashed in water, securing her wings to her sides and glaring at her.

“That was uncalled for.” I muttered grumpily. “Seriously though, you have to take a bath. You’re covered in flour! Hey! No stop that” i put my finger on her beak

“You don’t have the right to give me that glare, I’m trying to help you and you’re making it difficult. I’m going to relax my grip, no funny stuff” I ease my grip on her and slowly lower her into the water

“See, it’s not that bad” I gently pet her feathers as I let her get used to the water before slowly washing her feathers with a small washcloth, I can’t help but giggle at the sight of Alma being completely soaked in her bird form. Receiving an unhappy chirp from Alma as she waddles out of the sink, I wrap her up in a fluffy towel like a burrito and holding her like a baby in one arm as I walk downstairs and start preparing supper.

In the beginning of my cooking Alma chirps to correct me for something but eventually stops, I glanced down and sees that she’s fallen asleep with her head against my chest. Smiling softly as I continue to cook, putting everything on the table and gathering up the children by foot instead of ringing the bell so i don’t wake Alma up. The children respectfully talk in a quiet manner as they eat and actually behaving themselves for ones.

eh? I don’t know if it’s good. I can do a part two on either of the stories I’ve posted if anyone wants that. I hope you got some enjoyment out of this one! Please give some feedback I would highly appreciate it! And leave requests for stories you want written!

- Tiger

#alma peregrine x reader #alma peregrine #miss peregrines home for peculiar children

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ladylooch · 5 months

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Our Little Family - Returning to Denver [Miles Wood]

From the author ( 👢 anon): The next part is for our little family. There is sex in here. That's your warning.

The days after feels so off for you. You feel so vulnerable, Miles keeps breaking your walls, and him knowing that you have anxiety makes things a little harder for you.

You weren't expecting things to turn around like they did. Miles keeps checking on you, nothing crazy, being present. Looks like he's seeing you more than just his daughter's mom.

Things are good. The trip that you thought was going to ruin you guys made you stronger. That's a turn of events. Spending your last days in Massachusetts was awesome. Miles looks better and better. His summer gains drive you insane.

So, of course, you jump him a few times. The latest is this morning while Lily is asleep before you guys go to his parents to say goodbye. It felt so damn good like always.

Saying goodbye to his parents is a little hard, but it's time to go home. Preseason is going to start, and you miss your bed so damn much, your shower,and your things. So you're glad to be going home.

You and Cheryl make plans for her to visit on Thanksgiving and Christmas. Lily's first Christmas is going to be awesome. After all the goodbyes, you guys are on your way to the airport.

Lily is still not a fan of the plane, so she decides to cling to her dad. You don't blame her. You make sure she has all she needs. Once Miles is able to put her down, he comes and sits beside you.

You ask how she's doing and he says that fine for now. You nod closing your eyes to rest a little. The next shift it's yours. You're trying to rest when he asks if you had an anxiety attack the first night you guys got to Massachusetts. You reply that you kinda had at the house after the party. If your eyes where open you would see Miles reaction. He feels bad. "It's in the past now Miles, let's not go back there." You say softly as you lace your fingers and rest your head on his shoulder.

Miles kisses your head and holds you close. God, he overlooked you for so long, why he did that he doesn't know the reason.

He'll be sorry for the rest of your lives together, but he knows that you want him to move forward to have a good future together.

What happened will make your relationship better.

The next couple of hours to Denver are very chaotic. Lily struggled the whole time after she woke up. You tried to give Miles time to rest, but she wasn't having it. She wanted her dad. She was fussy on his chest, but not like she was with you.

Now you're taking things to the car, while Miles settles her. He's a very sexy dad. Maybe you should worship his summer gains again later that night.

Since Lily is stuck on her dad, you drive your family home. Home, that's exactly where you want to be. You're so focus on the road that you don't catch Miles staring at you.

Lily is holding his finger, pacifier on looking peacefully for the first time since you guys left Massachusetts.

When you guys get home, you ask Miles to give Lily a bath, and you'll take care of the rest. Baby girl is not letting her dad go for now. So Miles will give her a bath, and you're going to start doing the laundry. You're starting, but there isn't any food, so you go check with Miles if he wants to eat something. He agrees, and you go downstairs to order something.

While waiting for food, you prepare something quick for Lily with what you guys have. Definitely need to go to the store tomorrow morning.

Miles comes downstairs with Lily wrapped in her towel, looking all cute. You just hope she's wearing a diaper. You feed Lily while he watches you, too.

Lily is very tired, so you know that she'll sleep quickly after eating something. You and Miles kind of don't have time for each other. It's just going to go right now.

After dinner, Lily in bed sleeping peacefully, another load of laundry done. You decide to call it. You asked Miles to organize his clothes to wash tomorrow, so that's what he's doing right now.

You pass through the nursery first before going to take a shower. You need a long, hot shower. You're in there with your eyes closed, enjoying the way the hot water hits your body when you feel a big frame behind you.

His arms wrap around your middle bringing you close to his body. Sighing you lean your head back.

"Sorry, Lily was a little clingy today." He apologizes, and you brush it off. "I would cling to you too. So I don't blame her." You reply, Miles kisses your forehead, "She got it from her mama, I see." It makes you chuckle, but she did.

When you thought you guys were going to have a nice soft shower. You start to feel Miles' erection against your ass cheeks.

"Hmm.. can I help you with something, sir ?" You ask softly, shaking your ass. His hands grip your hips so you stop. "We don't have to, babe, it's fine." He assures you.

His replies make you pout. You spin yourself in his arms, "but I want to." You really do. You need him right now. Miles arches his brow like, are you sure ? You nod because you're very sure. He smiles and kisses your lips.

"Cmon then, not fucking you in the shower" He says as he moves to turn the shower off. "Why ?" You ask with pursed lips, "because I'm going to make love to my fiance in our bed." That explanation it's good enough.

He exists the shower, brings you a towel, and wraps around you. "You know I'm not Lily, right ? You don't need to do this." Miles looks at you a little lost. "OH, trust me, I know, but it doesn't mean I can't take care of you the right way, I was lacking at that, and now I'm not going to anymore." You don't have any words, so you bring him in for a kiss.

Miles pulls away and slides his hands under your knees. You squeal because you weren't ready. He carries you to bed, placing you like you're going to break. Opening your towel to expose you to him.

Licking his lips, you stare at him, but when he looks at you like this. It makes you forget everything in this world. God, he's sexy. As he watches you, the thought of any man hurting you crosses his mind. He hates that you got hurt, but he's glad that he found you.

"Miles, please do something. She'll be up soon." You plead to him. You don't want him starting and not finishing this. "Also, can you pull the towel ? I'm not sleeping in a wet bed." That brings a giggle from him, making your heart full. You roll, and he helps, throwing both towels on the floor. You'll handle that later.

You bring him for a kiss. He lowers himself both bodies fitting like a puzzle. Your hands run over his body, wanting to feel every inch of his amazing body. You dig your heels on his ass. You need him inside you.

"Patience, my love." He says like it's nothing. You hate him so much right now. You whine, a please. He's taking way too long. He kisses you again. When you're lost in the kiss, that's when he slides inside you slowly. Bringing a moan from you and a smile. You feel every inch of him. It's so good and exactly what you need.

What you weren't expecting is the fact of Miles moving so damn slow. You need more, a lot more. But he said that he was going to make love to you. You're just needy for him.

His back is getting lots of nail marks, but he doesn't care. Also, his biceps a little bit. It feels so good. You tug his hair, bringing a growl from his chest.

Miles kisses you and move his hand to rub circles on your clit. He's very close and he needs you to cum before him. He increase the pace hitting all that sweet spots inside you. He's whispering dirty things and kissing your neck. Little nibble here and there.

You call for him and he knows you're going to cum. So he kisses you to buff your moans, Lily doesn't need to hear you screaming. Miles works you through your orgasm, there is a small orgasm from you that milks him big time. He moans against your neck while you run your fingers through his hair.

That's exactly what you needed today.

He pulls out of you, making you whine in the process. Then he lays his head on your chest while you run your fingers through his wild hair. You love the post-sex cuddles.

You thank him softly. He chuckles because it doesn't make sense to thank him for having sex with you. But he knows that it's not just about sex. He kisses your chest, his way of saying he got you.

As much you love this naked post-sex cuddles, you need clothes, and he needs at least some boxers. Miles lets you go after a lot of groaning and whining. He doesn't want you to go. You throw him a pair of boxers and go to use the bathroom.

When you finish everything that you need in the bathroom. Miles is already out. You chuckle and kiss his forehead. Then you go to check on Lily. You spend a little time in her room. Giving her goodnight kisses and just watching her.

Now you can go back to bed and sleep. You needed to do that. Give her goodnight kisses, say how much she's loved, and she's smart and pretty. And she deserves that you give your best. She's your precious baby and the best accident of your life.

After you're back in bed, it doesn't take long for Lily to wake up. You tend to her needs, and love on her a little more because she's the cutest baby ever.

You wake early in the morning with her, and then it's go go go. You feed her, then it's tummy time. She's okay with that now, thank God. You play with her before she gets tired, and it's nap time.

You take her to lay on Miles chest. He is still out. You make sure that he has her secured on his chest before leaving them.

By the time Miles wake up with Lily. You're already in the third batch of clothes, and finishing putting the groceries away. It's not going to make Miles happy. Breakfast is almost ready, too. He doesn't know how you made all of that in so little time.

They're both very sleepy and Lily looks adorable on his chest. He gives you a look that you know you're in "trouble." You just shake it off and ask him to place Lily in her high chair for her to have breakfast.

He does that and then comes behind you, spinning you to face him. "Babe, you know the deal. I thought you were going to let me help more." You sigh because you didn't to upset him. It's just easier for you to just do it. "I'm sorry, but I just wanted things to get done soon." He can't stay mad at you when you look like that.

"Just promise next time, you'll let me help you. I'm home now, and I want to help and take care of you, like I said last night." You nod and hug him. He kisses the top of your head before bringing you for a soft kiss.

Lily coos because she's hungry and she likes that. You chuckle saying that breakfast is coming. Miles says that you're taking a nap with them later, as much you want to protest, you kind of need one.

#Miles wood x reader #blog submission #👢 anon #our little family

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ashielawallflower · 1 year

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Pure Agony

Genre: angst & fluff

Reader! X lee know!

Warnings: very depressing, mentions of depressive episodes, indirect mention of su!c!ide, reader and Lee Know bathe together but all is kept SFW!

wc: 0.8K

You and Lee Know had been together for 2 years now. You both relied on each other for pretty much everything. Your relationship with him was probably the healthiest one you'd ever had. Your love for him was something you had never, and could never, feel for someone else. He was usually very happy around you, but today something was clearly off.

Usually, your boyfriend came home and would throw his arms around you and smother you in kisses. Today, he just trotted upstairs to your shared bedroom to get ready for a bath. You followed after him quickly, knowing something was wrong.

"Hey, my love." you said to him soothingly.

"Hm?" he looked up from his phone to meet your concerned eyes. He looked miserable. You just wanted to wrap your arms around him and hold him forever.

"What's wrong, sweet boy?" you asked him as tears welled up in his eyes.

The tears fell.

He began crying, then sobbing. You led him into the bathroom with his pajamas and a towel in hand. He sat on the counter and wiped his nose and eyes with some toilet paper.

"Let me know when you're ready to talk." you said, running his bath water.

"Why does everyone think I'm cold and mean?" he asked you with desperate curiosity in his eyes.

"Oh, baby. I don't think that. I think you're the sweetest and most loving man on earth." you replied.

"Everyone else seems to think I'm emotionless."

You began undressing him while you put in some lavender-scented bubble bath.

"Come here. Lemme give you some love." you say while motioning him into the tub.

He gets in and immediately, you can see his body relax. You follow shortly after, hugging his back softly.

You gave him a few soft kisses on his cheek and neck. He gave you a weak smile and started crying again.

"Oh, sweetheart, come here." you said, turning him to face you. He gave you a hug and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"Sshh, it's okay. I've got you." you reassured him while stroking his back softly. You knew you'd do anything for this man. You would kill for him. You would kill yourself for him, even.

"Do you think everything might be better if I just got out of everyone's lives completely, forever?" he asked you with a stern look on his face, tears slowly descending down his cheeks.

"No no never. I need you in my life. Without you, I'd be lost. People who think you're cold or heartless can get lost because they just fail to see the real you. Caring, kind, passionate, and understanding Lee Know." you reply to him with a comforting smile.

"Thanks, y/n. I just feel like it's hopeless to try and change their minds at this point."

"Maybe it is. So don't spend so much time on them and focus on the good and happy things you've got going for you. Like us." you say with a wide grin.

|——Time skip ——|

You eventually got out of the bath, Lee Know following behind you. You sat him up on the counter and dried him off. He was too tired to do any of it himself. You felt so bad for him. You decided you'd surprise him with a spa night.

After you got him dried off and dressed, you both walked into your bedroom.

"Wait here. I'll be right back." you told him and you ran down the hall, back to the bathroom to get the skincare products you were planning on using.

You got some face masks, feet masks, cuticle oil, lotion, lip scrub, and your matching hairbands.

After putting all the items in a neatly organized basket, you rushed back to your room. Lee Know was looking at something on his phone. You approached him slowly and extended the basket toward him. He looked up from his phone with tired eyes. They widened at the sight of the basket. He stared at you with pure admiration, not knowing what to say.

"Lovey, you didn't have to do all this." he said, his eyes watering again.

"Well obviously I didn't have to." you replied with a smirk.

You began removing some warm towels from the basket. Lee Know gave you a puzzled look.

"Massage." you told him.

He slowly relaxed into your touch and began breathing less shakily. You began kneading the soft, plush skin of his lower back. You massaged the area around his shoulder blades with your other arm. Lee Know turned to look at you with a small smile across his lips.

"I love you so much. Sorry I was such a bother today with being upset and all."

"It's completely ok," you reassured him. "Your feelings are valid, and we're all allowed to be sad sometimes."

You gave him a peck on his lips and then broke away, continuing your massage.

|—------—|

a/n: I decided to make another! Hope whoever reads it likes it. Don't be afraid to suggest any ideas as well!

xoxo💋

#skz x reader #skz imagines #skz lee know #skz minho #skz angst #angst #stray kids angst #stary kids

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fosterwhat · 9 months

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No clear update on baby Henry (just to get that out of the way).

Took the kids to the pool this AM & got there right when they opened. It’s a free community pool, and there’s always a huge line, so getting in with the first round is like winning the lottery. The funny thing is I didn’t even plan for the pool — the fact that we are at the point where we can pivot our plans with no warning is huge. No way would I have thought that possible last summer. Of course, it also means we have no towels, so that’s fun. Luckily I had bathing suits in the car.

I just saw a kid trip and get a massive nosebleed. His dad came rushing over with a white towel and held it to his face. Not just his nose, but shoved the towel on his face. That’s the kind of chaotic good I’m accepting of. Though, he also had a red towel, which seems like a more logical choice.

We’re supposed to have massive thunderstorms all afternoon into tomorrow, so capitalizing on the outside time seems smart. My plan for the rest of the weekend is cleaning/organizing (desperately needed since we still have unpacked boxes from when we moved a year ago!).

Side note: still no adoption date. We signed the adoption agreement 5 months ago. DCFS hasn’t finished their paperwork to submit for a date, despite us having our adoption home-study done for four years, and being promised adoption would happen in May. Not that I believed that, but could we at least get the summer? I have stressed since we signed that we want it finalized before Greta starts Kindergarten…

#this will be adoption #adoption #this is foster care #Felix #Greta #baby henry

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daintybunniblog · 7 months

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baby bath time 🫧

🕯️ essentials you may need 🕯️

bath thermometer

bathtub spout cover

hooded towel

baby soap

baby shampoo

rinsing cup

soft washcloths

toy organizer

🕯️ things you may want to add 🕯️

bathtub crayons

rubber ducks

floating toys

boats bath toys

bubbles

spray water toys

suction toys

fishing bath toy

letters and numbers bath toys

bath books

light up toys

pipes interactive tub toys

baby bath blocks/legos

#agere #babycore #agere blog #agere caregiver #little blog #little space #sfw agere #little #age regression #sfw little post #sfw little blog #sfw caregiver #daddy #agere community #age regressor #age regressive

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zdux · 1 year

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Vlad with a sugar mommy/daddy??? 👀

I've got some good good brain rot for Vladimir rn so that's what's up

Sugar Baby Vladimir

Oh this spoiled brat of a Count... tsk tsk

Despite being rich beyond his wildest dreams, with loads to spare and an elegant mansion, as well as a cult that basically WORSHIPS him, there was still something missing...

That is, until he met you.

An Ionian noble, lost, tired, and an absolute mess, who wandered up to his door step. You had been traveling through Noxus to get to Demacia, and then Targon, as you had important meetings and relations to organize in both countries, and despite the hostilities, you felt much safer traveling by land than by sea for extended periods of time. How unexpected that you would get mixed up and lost trying to avoid battalions and raiders in a military country, how COMPLETELY surprising.

While he should have immediately imprisoned you, so that you could essentially be used as a hostage during negotiations, Vladimir had other ideas, as he loved to bend the rules as far as he could and see that look of disdain on Swain's face when he got away with it.

So instead, he invited you in, feigning worry and apologizing for the disaster of a voyage, allowing you to bathe, relax, and have a decent nights sleep.

After some conversations, you realized you were already late for both of your meetings, and would never make it in time. You sent letters explaining what happened, and arranged to come to Demacia and Targon at a later date. While this was all handled, you and Vladimir started to get to know each other, and he quickly realized you were considerably above his rank, in Noxian terms. He was lucky that you were unfamiliar with how Noxians showed their respect to those above them, this was as if Darius had showed up at his door bloody and bruised and he had handed him a towel instead of treating him with respect and ordering for the finest healers to tend to him at once.

Despite his mistake, he was pleasantly surprised that you didn't mind, and still counted his actions as kind. When you asked to keep in contact with him, however, is when you truly surprised him. Having good relations with a high Ionian noble? Oh the trouble that could get him into... and the possible rewards he could reap from it.

He gladly accepted, and after nearly a week, you were back on your way, this time making it safely to Demacia, then Targon, before going back home.

The two of you exchanged letters for months, getting to know each other better and better. You eventually realized how dangerous meeting up could be, but were hoping at this point that perhaps the two of you could be what bridges a truce between Noxus and Ionia.

You began meeting up every few months in secret, almost like some kind of Romeo and Juliet type of story, the two of you had a meeting place in Piltover where you would spend time together.

It was during these meetings that the two of you began to have a relationship other than political. Vladimir slowly began to realize just how much he wanted you. And it was your disguises in Piltover that turned into his becoming your sugar baby. You would dress nicely, though not over the top, and he would as well, but the two of you pretended to be just that: A rich noble and their little plaything. But it soon was no longer an act.

You would take him out on the town, going to fancy dinners, expensive shops, all sorts of theaters. What had started as a cover quickly became the two of yours little secret.

He adored it. Being doted on, being treated like he was special to someone, almost like he was your pet, he relished in it. He even convinced you to go to the brothels of Zaun with him and enjoy the... "masquerades" they liked to hold with him.

Hope you enjoyed! I didn't really get to go into the actual sugar baby part here, so I might make a part two if wanted. ^^

#vladimir #vladimir league of legends #vlad league of legends #vladimir x reader #the crimson reaper #hemomancer #hemomancer x reader #league of legends #league of legends x reader #noxus #swain #ionia #ionian reader #zdux #zdux writes

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Macy! What do you think Ian and Mickey are doing this weekend?

anna!! hi hi ily ily!

the boys have made the executive decision (quite literally, as they are their own bosses) to take a loooooong weekend — friday AND monday off! yesterday was 4/20 and they went 🍃pretty hard🍃 after an insane day of deliveries and deposits and could use a little lie-in. they sleep in a little, start the day off with a bath (mickey likes them now that he gets to settle between ian’s legs rather than sit upright with a faucet jammed in his back), then make breakfast together (ian’s on pancake duty, mickey handles the bacon and the fruit). the rest of the day is for hanging out, catching up on their shows, and slow, silly, sometimes sappy sex (“baby” anybody?)

saturday is for errands. so many errands. like oh my god how could two humans possibly have so many things to do? but they still have two days off after that, so it’s really all okay. they head to trader joe’s to look at the organic fruit (and buy some, too!) then make a quick run to Jewel-Osco for some essentials and maybe target for some new towels (somehow mickey destroys all of their towels and it’s beyond ian’s comprehension as to how he does it). then it’s a quick stop at a drive-thru of their choice for lunch (i’m thinking Culver’s or Panda Express) and back home for more rest & relaxation (and sex, probably. lots of sex. like oh my god how can two humans possibly have so much sex)

sunday is for family. they head to lip and tami’s for dinner where freddie surprises them with a little drawing he made at preschool. it’s just scribbles of blue and green and orange but it makes ian tear up a lot and he insists on hanging it on their fridge when they get home. mickey plays Liquor Store Robbery with franny (because of course he does) and the night ends with the kids in bed and a classic around-the-kitchen-table Gallagher-Milkovich-Tamietti chit-chat

monday is for sex. like oh my god how can two humans not be tired by now. fully aspirational and completely bonkers at the same time. they’ve been experimenting with shibari and just got some new rope (a deep purple that mickey’s just a wee bit obsessed with) and spend the afternoon trying out new patterns and positions (shamelessly plugging my sweet @metalheadmickey’s amazing fic “ligature” which y’all have got to read if you haven’t already). once they’re sweaty and spent they take a loooooooong shower and cuddle up on the couch for more TV (i’m thinking parks & rec) and order pizza. no way they’re cooking after all of that! it’s a fantastic albeit busy weekend with just the right amount of down time — as they so, so deserve!!

#domestic!gallavich brain rot anybody??#them just living life and running errands and fuckin around is what i live for #macy babbles #rereadanon #headcanons

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renee-writer · 3 months

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Teachers Chapter 57

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She goes into labor on James first birthday. They had a big party planned. She wasn’t willing for him to miss out and hid her symptoms for as long as she could.

Her mam-in-law and her heart sister keep watching her. Through opening his presents, the cake smashing ( and boy did he do an amazing job with that) and through the sink bath after.

Finally Ellen takes her aside. “How far apart are the pains?” her kind but stern eyes hold hers. She sighs.

“It isn’t fair to James to have his birthday party interrupted. Bad enough to have his brother be born on,” she stops as the pain returns. Her eyes close as it, the strongest one yet, rips through her.

Ellen rubs her back and reminds her to breath. Jamie looks up from helping James lose his new action figure from its packaging.

“Claire, are you in labor?”

She isn’t able to answer so Ellen does for her. “Aye son. She has been for awhile.”

He hands the partially opened gift to Ian, stands, and walks over to her. He takes his wife’s hands in his.

He is frustrated that she hasn’t told him but understands why. James is of upmost importance to them both. She didn’t wish to overshadow his big day.

“I’m sorry. I should have…”

“It is alright. Do we need to go to the hospital? It is alright. All the traditional stuff has been done. He will be content with his new toys and cousins.”

“He will lamb. Please go see to yourself.” Her Uncle Lamb adds.

“You know we have him.” Jenny adds.

She nods and Jamie runs to get the hospital bag.

“Cutting it close, weren’t you?” Their midwife says. By the time they get to the hospital, her pains are every three minutes.

“It is our son’s first birthday.” Jamie explains.

“Ah, well I have a strong feeling the boys will be sharing them.”

An examination proves her right. Claire is at the top of being seven centimeters.

“We can’t hold off until after midnight.” She pleads.

“Honey,” the nurse says that is wheeling in the tiny cot, “the baby comes when he is ready. Nothing can be done to stop them.”

“Don’t fret, my love. We will be giving him the best birthday present. A forever friend.”

With that, she lets go. Her body takes over anyway. It is relentless at bringing her first born forth.

“That’s it. Just like that.” Her sweaty head moves back and forth as she directs all her focus into pushing her son out. Jamie holds her up letting her use his body for support.

“Pant mama.” She does, knowing she just needs to give her all one more time.

Moments later. “Here he comes.” A nurse is there, ready to cover the baby with a towel when he is placed on his mama’s chest. The slippery red faced and red haired baby is placed on his weeping mama. The towel covers him, helping to preserve his heat as he bonds with his parents.

“Hello Quinton Brian Henry. Happy birthday.” His daddy says.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #teachers #chapter 57 #jamie and claire #outlander fandom #cannon divergence #modern au

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Ok but I’d die for 37 Bucky and Sam. Platonic or otherwise I’m die

#37 -- you know you're still holding hands, right?

this prompt is so old and this prompt fill is so unhinged i have to genuinely apologize. @firstelevens the worm paper is dedicated to you but more importantly @foolgobi65 the rest of the fic is dedicated to you. the KD featured in is hot cheetos flavoured just so everyone knows. inspired by life events. love yall

They cross paths at like two a.m. when Sam has long since stopped being able to read the words on the university website in front of him. He's reading through legal jargon and policy that no one wants him or any other student to understand, so he can bring that exact fact up with devastating accuracy at the next interdepartmental mental health policy seminar. He's interrupted when the alarm goes off from bedroom number two and Bucky shuffles out of its depths with an awful wrenching noise. His door sticks, because their building is old and decrepit. Sam watches as his roommate walks wordlessly into the kitchen, digs out an ancient pack of kraft dinner and mangles the plastic covering the top before he sticks it in the microwave. Bucky's pulled the hood of his sweater up to cover his hair and has wrapped their rattiest grey bath towel around his shoulders like he's an ailing king in one of those sci fi fantasy novels he keeps on the shelf. It flaps lopsidedly on the side where he's not wearing his prosthetic, because it's two a-fucking-m.

He notices Sam while taking the KD out of the microwave, and stands there in silence to stare at him in faint but not quite concerned bafflement for a good minute in the half dark, like he forgot something important.

"Sup," says Sam.

Bucky blinks. A tuft of dark hair pokes out of his hoodie, flattened downwards to point towards his nose.

"Worm paper," Bucky says, sounding like he hasn't slept in twelve years.

"Ah," says Sam.

Bucky nods, and disappears whence he came.

"Take the garbage out tomorrow!" Sam calls after him.

He's rewarded by a loud knocking noise from upstairs, as if those fuckers aren't already wake too, trying to tell them to be quiet.

The third year sitting with her arms crossed in front of him looks as overtly suspicious as it is possible for one person to look. Her eyes, which are narrowed, keep pinging between the people in the room. Sam sighs. He hates wrangling undergrads, sometimes.

"Kate, put your notebook away, you're weirding her out."

Kate does, looking sheepish. She volunteered with them so she could learn more about trauma-informed organizing, and Sam's not sure if he's doing much of a good job teaching her anything, but Clint recommended her and even baby steps are good. Parker, who is their other undergraduate member, the only one of them who's a real live actual science student, is at the end of the table working on the graphics for Sam's upcoming presentation to the faculty board, which Sam is not dreading at all. It didn't help that when he told Sharon about it last week, she laughed in his face. Then again, Sharon is getting a business degree; Sam's not sure what he should've expected.

"My aunt passed," says the third year. "Student services fucked me over for a final because they didn't process my accommodation. I had to have pictures proving she'd died."

Bastards, thinks Sam.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Sam says. "We're here to help. When did she die?"

Her eyes narrow another four degrees. It would be kind of intimidating if she wasn't like, eighteen, with the worlds biggest bush of red hair and freckles literally up to her ears. She's trying to hide it all under a ratty hoodie but it's mostly unsuccessful.

"Look, kid," says Sam. "This is a safe space. I wanna help you, but you gotta help me out first, okay? Everything you say stays in this room."

Beside Sam, Kate nods enthusiastically.

"What about him?" asks the girl.

They all look over at the lanky figure sitting on the couch. Bucky is deeply embedded; he's almost horizontal and his legs are extended all the way to the table, which wouldn't be so bad only it puts the giant hole in the toe of one of his socks on display. The Social Work department's cat is sitting on his head. Sam thinks she's fully betrayed them for Geological Sciences at this point. Or whateverthefuck department Bucky's with -- none of them quite know. Bucky's wearing the same hoodie from the other night, which is still in hood-up mode. He's been staring so intently at his laptop without writing anything for the last ten minutes that Sam is impressed the poor electronic hasn't combusted.

"That's just his process," Sam says.

Bucky reaches a hand out and types one single letter. Then very slowly he reaches out again and deletes it.

"You said I'd get to talk to you alone," the girl grumbles.

"Is this the worm paper?" asks Kate tentatively, from Sam's other side.

Sam thinks of the many paragraphs of his thesis he's been neglecting. He rubs at the bridge of his nose and sighs.

"No, you are absolutely not moving in with us next term," Sam says into his phone. He writes down another note for Chapter 1b, Theoretical Underpinnings and then writes himself a reminder to email Todd from the ombudsperson's office. And also that lady with the student mental health alliance. And -- fuck, Professor Bradley too, probably. Sam was supposed to answer that email like a week ago.

"Why the hell not?" says Sarah. "It's economical. It's close to campus. Undergrad dorms are disgusting, it's safe, Mr. Big Brother who was worried some chad white boy would get me last year, and I know for a fact y'all need a roommate."

Okay. So maybe Steve fucked off to finish his degree in Boston so he could be with his perfectly wonderful girlfriend, whom they all love, but that's not really the point and they still haven't found a third roommate who can. Like. Put up with them. Bucky glares at the empty room whenever he passes it. It's really not that dramatic. But also,

"And even with all of that, you ain't moving in here. There are -- principles."

"For the twelve hundredth time Sam, your sad roommate is not gonna secretly seduce me."

Sam wouldn't put money on that.

"You could definitely seduce him, though."

"Oh my God! Forreal, Sam --"

"We just got a lot going on!" His frustrated attempts at organizing the mental health policy council under the umbrella of the social work department, for example. Bucky's term paper on prehistoric worms.

"Is Bucky there?" Sarah demands.

"He's in the middle of something."

Bucky is talking at the voice to type software on his laptop in the next room and sounds like he is five minutes away from flinging said laptop out of the window. Still, Sam feels fondness in his chest; Bucky used to put towels under the door to stop the noise from travelling before. There's no embarrassment involved anymore. Not for disability accommodating paper writing practices or for playing Taylor Swift songs out loud on a fucking vintage record player, which was bequeathed to them by the great betrayer himself.

Steve left a really nice note with it and everything.

"Tell B to force feed you a granola bar," Sarah says. Then, "I could always get myself a sexy boyfriend and move in with him."

She hangs up to the sound of Sam spluttering loudly. To calm himself, he checks off talk to Sarah from his notes app to do list anyway, then sends Bucky a text.

We got any granola bars left?

The door to the second bedroom opens -- it sticks, because their building is old and decrepit -- and a box of granola bars is flung out with shockingly precise aim to land skidding on the kitchen table in front of Sam.

"Thanks, man!" Sam calls.

"FUCK!" Bucky yells at top volume, and slams the door shut again.

The phone rings a second time; Sam has to pick up, legally, because it's his mom. She wants to know if he talked to Sarah, and also how things are.

"You know how grad school is," Sam says. He opens a granola bar. It is extremely stale. "Yeah. Uh huh. No. Just my presentation next week. Well, we'll see if it'll actually make any difference ... No, mama, I have not been forgetting to shower. Whatever Sarah tells you, don't listen to her. I'm a grown assed man, okay?"

Sam sits in the industrial flickering lights of the MHPC's reserved library room and lets a modicum of peace soak in while the undergrads chatter.

"Well, at least the board presentation went well. It was like, fruitful discussion, right?"

"It was pretty badass. I liked the bit where Sam lost his shit and yelled at the dean."

"He didn't yell at the dean ..."

"You know you guys are still holding hands, right? It's been like, an hour."

Sam doesn't respond right away, because he's trying to figure out why the hell the sentence in front of him doesn't read like a sentence.

"They're exchanging long protein strands," says Parker. "Like in the Simpsons."

"No one watches Simpsons anymore," says Kate's girlfriend, who seems to be eating a pack of lunchables with a pocket knife.

"Well --"

"I'm holding his elbow," Bucky mumbles, which might be the longest string of words he's spoken for two weeks. He's swapped his hoodie out for a clean one, at least.

"Emotional support," Sam agrees, still with his eyes narrowed at the screen. They are actually holding hands, but semantics become irrelevant after the month they've had. "Man, what the fuck is this supposed to say?"

"You're the editor," says Bucky.

"You're the writer! It's due in two minutes!"

"It's about the genealogy," Bucky says, levelling his free, prosthetic hand in front of him for emphasis.

"Of the worm?" Parker asks, in a whisper.

"Just let me submit the fucking paper, Sam!"

"No! This is degree defining!"

"Says the guy who's neglected his thesis for three weeks -- gimme the laptop --"

"No -- ow!"

"I don't think I ever wanna do grad school," Kate says solemnly, to the room at large, while somehow, despite the tangled heap they make on the couch, Sam and Bucky are still holding elbows. But then, who else would they hold elbows with, in such a moment?

Sam gently raises this topic with the next struggling undergrad who comes to them for accommodation help; in many ways, that's really all you need to make it through college.

#my writing #sam wilson #bucky barnes #the falcon and the winter soldier #marvel #touch prompts meme #karli morgenthau #sarah wilson #kate bishop #peter parker #yelena belova #sam x bucky #i am going to tag this as #sambucky #so the sambucky girlies can enjoy it #however it is also just literally based on me and maya and if we ever dated we'd kill each other within a week so.

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