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taurder · 10 months

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hi i'm the anon who asked abt spider-noir. anyways can i get him x male reader with praise/degradation & overstim? like noir is begging to be fucked and then he can't take it and reader is like "i thought this is what you wanted" 🤭if thats too much, feel free to ignore. thank u xx

top!dom!reader x bottom!sub!spider-noir.

contains: overtism, praise and degradation, anal (character receiving) and much grabbing at skin, established relationship between reader and spider-noir.

note: i really like overtism and i hope i delivered something you'll like, anon. feel free to ask for more with spider-noir!

you know peter has had a rough week when he doesn't want to talk at all the moment he gets home, and just demands for your undivided attention with several attacks of desperate kisses from his now uncovered mouth. his demands of course won't come at the form of words at first, instead his enthralling body will slowly get you in the mood he wants you to be. you were busy, actually helping him with a case and about to let him know about a dead end, but the thought is secondary now that he has you against a wall, his hips already grinding into you and he finally yanks off his mask all the way from his face.

"need you" his hair is a mess after the rapid take off of his mask, but his lips are inviting and you go along with his movements. he means what he just said and lets you know by taking off his trenchcoat, already undoing his belt and kicking his shoes off without your help. he doesn't care about just letting all his clothes fall onto the floor as long as you keep devouring his mouth into yours, pulling soft little moans from his throat. the only item he has seen to threat differently was his fedora, which you didn't notice at what point was thrown into the couch, landing perfectly there.

his hands are already hurring up to undo the buttons in his vest when you pull him by the waist, turning so you can press him down in the wall now. he gasps, content even if he gives you a scoff for the interruption of the kiss, and you make it up to him by getting your leg in-between his. he keens, legs parting to give you more space as he pulls you closer to him. "really really need you to fuck me" he adds, and the semi-hard he grinds into your thigh is enough confirmation. your hands undo his buttons, throwing the vest right on top of his coat. by this point he's putting a rhythm to the way he shamelessly grinds into your leg, but you don't mind while your hands go under his sweater and undershirt, feeling him up from the abs to his chest.

he gets more worked up, because you love touching him in a way that makes every part of his body heat up from your fingers caressing imaginary lines, or how you unexpectedly grab at his skin, putting pressure into his pectorals or abs, but what he likes more is when you pinch him. his whole body shivers when your thumb and middle finger grab at his nipple, hard. "fuck– can you..?" your other hand squeezes at his side, leaving his skin slightly red. his voice gets huskier and even more grave as the minutes pass and you can't even act surprised when he suddenly tenses up and moans high, pressing his own body into your hands as his clothed dick cums inside his boxers. you feel wetness against your thigh.

"did you just cummed by grinding into me like a dog?" he seems embarrassed, but not overly so to not look at you, a spark in his blown pupils. "well if you're done i guess we should.." "Nonono, no, I want more, please fuck me. I didn't thought I would cum just by– well" so it'll be one of those nights. you like a part of them, the part you get to hear him beg and moan, but you're not a fan of what it means. he needs to feel something right now, and he needs it to be pleasure more than pain. "you sure?" you ask, as you always do, and he nods and kisses you, his face growing warmer near yours.

and so you take him to the bedroom, taking time in preparing his hole before you rail him while he's watching you, pulling his spread legs wide for you, his hands jerking his own member as you avoid his prostate in every thrust. "look at you, leaking again even if you cummed already" he takes it as a challenge, and even if his expression shifts slightly to a frown he speeds up his movements. "fuck. yeah, make yourself messy for me twice" you try matching the way he's moving his hand up and down to the way you fuck him. you pull out just middle way, getting properly deep when his hand does a little circled motion in his tip to spread the pre into the rest of his member.

"more, agghh. i can take more, please" his usually deep voice is starting to crack into something higher, needy, and so you slide your hands up his sides, getting his turtle neck in the middle of his glistening torso. you grab his skin there, hard, your left one going slightly down to squeeze at his ass, making him whine and do the same to his own cock. "ah, ah, ah, mmgghh– harder! ah, more" his body goes up and down beautifully with each of your thrusts and in no time he's cumming again. his body tenses up and his eyes close tight for the hard sensation, you can see a fine line of tears running through his temples and into the bed as white ropes of semen paint his abdomen and black sweater, making a great contrast.

"twice already, being spider-man has his perks for a slut like you, huh?" you pat one of his legs that now is hanging in the bed, his eyes are still closed, mouth open to catch more air while he comes down from his orgasm. you get your hands again under his sweater, making it go higher enough for you to see all of his chest, and you grab in each hand his pectorals, hearing him whine. "what? thought you wanted more and more, right?" you push yourself deeper into him, so he can feel your still hard cock. sure enough he moans, but he's frowning and opening his eyes quickly when you grab at his hips now, sliding out of him to turn his body in the bed. he's face down and seems to think you'll let him rest a little, but you guide your cock back into his inviting hole. "that's it, you take me so well each time peter"

"wait– i'm too.. mmmggh" his complain dies when your second thrust goes straight to his prostate. he rests his head sideways and you can see the conflict in his expression. "too soon.. i'm really fucking sensitive i- i can't–" sure he can. you slap one of his ass cheeks and his lower back arches towards your dick, making you smile and hold into his hips. he moans out "stop, stop you'll break me or.."

"break you? you asked for this, love". you make a point by starting out slow, sliding your cock really deep into him and getting almost all the way out in each movement. "said you wanted more even if i was giving it to you, remember?" he doesn't talk back, but you see his hands grabbing the sheets beneath them. "this is what you wanted, am i mistaken?" another two hits into his prostate and his walls squeeze you. that's answer enough for you to go faster, harder. now you're reaching your orgasm, unaware that his sensitive dick grinding in the bed is getting hard from the abuse.

his skin feels hot from where you grab him hard, and if you look at his face you can see his eyes going up in pleasure even if more single tears are getting out. you love seeing his ass bounce in each thrust, the lewd sound it makes each time it makes contact with your skin and it only takes another squeeze from his part to make you cum deep into his hole. his body shivers and you hear him moan again, letting him rest some minutes before you slide out, watching your cum run into his inner thigh. you flip him again, less harshly to help him clean but you encounter the surprise of seeing a wet spot in the bed filled with more cum. peter smiles at you, his voice almost back at his grave nature.

"you made me come three times, you fucker". you laughed a little, getting up in the bed just to kiss him, letting him know you just give him what he wanted. "i know. love you" and the case laid in your table can wait a couple hours more, the crime he bravely fights and the people he shoots and punches can wait also, because you plan to make him feel just as loved as he is for more than three rounds of sex.

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snenbubs · 5 months

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Imagine: Mammon's manifestation of Greed extending to his s/o in how he expects/demands monetary goods/compliments from others - but now, his s/o is there too, like a pretty little butterfly plucking his mind's webbing. Can't have a bad image on his hands, can he? Mass production is greed in itself, and that is the usual shtick - but what if you had a little nicer things? Things Mammon likes on you - same items, but tremendously high quality shit.

If he requests something, you'll be getting a version of it for yourself. One that compliments Mammon, of course.

New clothing made for him? Matching quality one for his s/o is now an unspoken demand. Interviews at a talk show or meet-n-greet - well, you're answering questions now too (obviously redirecting them all to be praise for Mammon, how great he is, exct.) Gifts brought to an elaborate blue-blood demonic soiree? - what do you *mean* none were brought for his little doll, too!? 110% absolutely the kinda guy to demand your items be brought out perfect and then some. Even goes as far as to demand a take-out meal (not quite fine dining, but not fast-food; the sin of Greed is at least trying) to be re-made all because you asked for the garnish to be removed - *and* you're getting dessert now, as an apology.

But, Mammon wouldn't be caught dead telling you the reason why. Not in public, at least; "It's just image, you little treacle-tart!", don't question why he's pummeling imps and demons alike for missed delivery or promises. He paid for that shit and they dare to bring you something sub-par!? Like he wouldn't check that quality for the $$ he dropped.

You better speak up too, if the quality/taste/item isn't to your liking. Mammon totally gets all butthurt when you don't. Grumbling about 'Wasting money on shitty things', and throws a tantrum, where for a week, he doesn't underhand the revenue from Fizz-merch to 'gift' you things.

'Cuz all of his gifts would probs come with webby-little metaphorical strings attached

(RIP to any s/o who says they don't need the stuff given to them - Mammon wants you dressed and presentable in the most marketable-patent-pending finest, and you wouldn't want him to feel bad for all this work he's put into making you look nice with him, right? Right?!)

I've been side eyeing this ask for ages because its HUGE oh my lord you put your whole being into this and i LOVE IT.

Now, Mammon being the manifestation of greed is really interesting when it comes to having an s/o because there are SO SO many ways his greedy nature would impact the relationship, both negatively and positively. This idea of him ensuring his s/o is bathed with extravagant items, and that others are expected to give to you is amazing because its like, he adores you so much that he's projecting his greed onto you. It's such a common thing in relationships and since greed is one of his core personality traits its really fitting!

So, catch this;

- Mammon has so many outfits for so many different occasions and because of this, so do you. It's not obvious, at first glance a person wouldn't be able tell that you were matching but the themes and colours of the outfits are strikingly similar. BUT, you will always have an outfit to match with his. Everytime he gets something new - which is often, he has something made for you. It's cute!

- He doesn't even need to put in the request anymore, his retailers just know they'll need to be making you something similar.

- All of his business partners know, actually. Bringing a gift to Mammon and feeding his neverending desire for material gain is like a peace offering. However, its heeded that if a similar gift is not brought to you too, then it's no-deal.

- It has to be good too, nothing cheap or casual. It must be luxurious, wealthy, and pristine. You are a nuisance to corporate wallets.

- Seeing you get given gifts of high quality and standard brings Mammon immense joy, close to that of how he feels when recieving items himself. He likes seeing the way you light up as you recieve such gifts, so greatful every single time despite how often it happens.

- Thats why it all has to be perfect, because if he gets even a whiff of disastisfaction on your behalf someone is dying.

- You don't know how he does it, but he always somehow knows whats wrong with the gift, and is always able to redirect the blame onto anyone but you. The gift is cheap, or tacky? These business demons are rich, how dare they try to play it cheap! You just don't like it? Well, you aren't ungreatful, they should have put a little elbow grease into figuring out what you're interested in!

- You don't really get why he's so invested in ensuring you recieve gifts. You've inquired about it many times, most commonly after you've disliked an item you had recieved and he had torn through half the underlings in the room, but he never spoke about it.

- He made obvious, half-assed excuses. I'm quoting you here, anon; "It's just image, you little treacle-tart!" But honestly you never thought to much into it, you guessed it was just his love language. That, and excessive physical touch.

- I think any normal person in this situation would try so, so hard not to become spoilt and demanding, but its honestly very hard to not cave into spoiling desires when the man you are in a relationship with can and absolutely will provide everything you could ever need and or want at the snap of a finger.

- Even if you don't ask for anything, he's still getting you stuff! He keeps a constant eye on the things you're interested in, recent views on shopping websites, items in public you took a particular liking to ect. He probably keeps a list somewhere.

- You don't have much of a say in getting these gifts though. Even if you didn't want them, if you weren't that much of a material person he's drowning you in them anyways. There's definitely a thin layer of guilt there too, because, I mean... he spent so much money on you, because he loves you, and wants you to have the perfect items! Don't you want to be perfect, and pretty, like him? Just let him spoil you, it can't hurt. He only wants to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.

- This goes hand-in-hand with those metaphorical webs and strings attatched to his gifts. He's doing all this work for you, so you better like him. You can't complain when he needs something of you, because he treats you so well.

- Now then, I agree with you in the aspect that before he realised you should, as standard, be getting gifts and rewards from everyone around you, that he fed into your whims and desires in a quantity over quality fashion. You're happy, and it saves him his hard earned money which he absolutely despises parting with.

- But he gets more of a kick out of getting you the expensive stuff, a result of his overwhelming greed. So, this phase of quantity over quality didn't last long.

- He knows what products are the most extravagant and of fine quality and he always gets you that. I would say nobody ends up dying at this point, but that'd be a lie. Mammon is an impatient demon and so if an order is late, or if an item he has bought is skewed or damaged in delivery, blood is being spilt.

- I LOVE THE LAST ONE CUZ I ALSO HC THAT. I think Mammon is a very insecure man, deep down. He puts on this performance persona because he worries about the way he is percieved, so when Fizz just like, up and goes he gets extremely worried you'll do the same and has an extremely possesive few weeks.

- He convinces himself you have some sort of distaste for him, and so to keep you by his side he provides more erratically and richly.

- Though, he is typically quite possesive of you. You are always near, or around him. There's a common joke made among Mammon fans that if they spot you, the Sin is most likely nearby. He always is.

- He even takes you on talk-shows. It isn't normally allowed but he's a Royal so he can do whatever he wants. Of course, the interviews are typically all focused on him and his career; new songs he's writing, upcoming clowns, recent shows. You don't input much, but when you do, its typically to stroke his ever-growing ego and compliment the things you adore about him.

- Dates and dinners can be rather embarassing though, wherever he takes you, because his need for everything given to you perfectly seeps into this aspect of life too.

- I'm just reiterating what you've said now, but, you could be at a take-out place, nowhere too fancy, and he's demanding shit be brought out in silver platters. You made the mistake once of commenting about the garnish, and how you didn't want it on your food, and suddenly he's yelling out that it be remade because how dare they not know you didn't want it!? They told him, quite snarkily might I add, "It's just decorational, you can remove it yourself."

- That take-out place ended that day with one staff member less than they had started.

- He's crazy, but you love him.

This is probably what he looks like asking for shit to be changed for you tbfh.

ANYWAYS YEAH, I HOPE I UNDERSTOOD WHAT YOU MEANT!!! its quite late, but i really wanted to answer this ask before bed so here y'go :] i hope you enjoy, anon!

#helluva boss x reader #mammon hb #mammon hb x reader #hb mammon #mammon helluva boss #hb mammon x reader #husband material #he's just so cute isnt he #the skrungle #i wanna fuck that christmas tree so bad

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fayeforrosie · 11 months

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Don't Make a Sound

Karaoke Nights Pt 2

Yunjin X Fem! Reader

Yunjin takes you to her dorm after finding herself having a lot more fun than she should've with you, and you know the night ahead will be one to remember

Read Karaoke Nights Pt 1 here

Warnings- Swearing, use of cannabis, sexual themes, choking, literally just pure smut

Word Count- 3.8k

There was a comfortable silence surrounding the Lesserafim dorms, all members sleeping peacefully in their separate rooms, lights dimmed low and the air conditioning being the only noise heard in all.

Chaewon had texted Yunjin asking of her whereabouts, and after getting a sincere responds, and her safety guaranteed, Chaewon allowed herself to get the sleep she needed, dismissing the fact that she could slightly hear the sound of faint laughter coming from the front door, thinking it was just Yunjin being obnoxious again.

You stumbled against the front door, Yunjin's hand wrapped over your mouth in attempt to contain your laughter as she fumbled with her keys. Just as she finally unlocked the door, before she could open it the idol looked down at you.

"You better be quiet when we walk in, got it?" She demanded in a stern yet almost unserious tone, and you found it a bit arousing.

"Yes master", you said sarcastically, earning an almost deafening laugh from Yunjin before she threw her hand to her mouth and disguised herself.

"You really are something", the girl mutters before slowly creaking the door ajar.

The two of you begin to tip-toe in, your hand in Yunjin's while she leads the way to her private room. You hear a floorboard creak bellow you, and the two of you stop like a deer in headlights, scared that it might have woken somebody up, but after a few seconds of stillness, you continue.

Finally Yunjin slowly pushes her own door open, holding it for you as you lead the way in.

Yunjin's dorm was different from what you expected. It might have been a stupid assumption, but you thought that maybe all idols would have a cute little room with adorable little princess posters, stuffed animals decorating their bed with fairy lights wrapped around the headboard. You were wrong, however, because Yunjin's room was nothing like you would think it would be.

She firstly had various records against her gray walls, different sizes in different areas, and additionally, she had a few posters of some music artists you could recognize. Nonetheless, a few things catching your attentions was the immense amount of clothes and items pilled onto her floor, almost too crowded for you to even walk, and you noticed an ashtray beside her bed in the shape of what seemed to be Michael Scott, which you thought was funny. The idol had a tapestry that was most likely an unserious thing, as it had Bertram from Jeese with a pride flag on his left cheek on it, and that was probably your favorite accessory here.

"I like the tapestry", you commented, and Yunjin came from behind you, her left hand rested atop of your butt with her head leaning on your shoulder. She was still a little high, so Yunjin had no problem being so touchy with you, and anyway, you seemed to enjoy it just as much as she did.

"Thanks", she smirked, her head tilted as you felt her teeth up against your neck.

You were on the verge of responding to her gratitude, however your breath instantly hitched when Yunjins lips began to move against the skin on your neck. Her lips were the softest pair you have ever had graze your body, the texture not far from what you would imagine a cloud to be.

"I'm obsessed with your body", Yunjin expresses, her hands complementing her remark as she slides them across your waist. You lean your head back on her shoulder, giving the idol free access to the entirety of your neck, and Yunjin doesn't hesitate to take advantage of what she is given, her tongue sliding across the bottom of your neck before her lips connect to your skin, already forming a hickey.

"Have you ever been fucked by a woman before", Yunjin questions, her hands still wandering free.

You shake your head, because although you have had a few sexual encounters with woman, you wouldn't exactly label them as getting fucked, more just a quick thing where a girl would go down on you in the bathroom of some party, or something like that.

"Good."

Yunjin lets go of your body and pushes you towards the bed, and you stumble to lay on your back, quickly smiling when you see the idol crawl over to you. Once level with your face, the American attaches her lips onto yours, moaning at how much she missed this feeling already.

Yunjin wastes no time in sliding her tongue into your mouth, her left hand beginning to make its way towards your neck, slowly wrapping around it, as if she was testing the waters, seeing how you would react. When she squeezes tighter, eliciting a moan from you, she knows she can be rough.

"Are you still high?" Yunjin asks you, her lips now painting a portrait on your jawline.

"A little, but I know what I'm doing", you respond.

"Good, because I'm starting to sober up, and I just want to make sure this is what you want."

Your hand rubs the back of her neck, your other squeezing her waist to ground yourself.

"I want this more than anything Yunjin", you lean slightly down, striving to reach the idol's lips, and Yunjin comes to notice this, tilting her head and connecting her lips to yours earnestly, tongue already equipped to explore your mouth.

"I want to eat your pussy so bad", Yunjin claims between kisses breathlessly, "your lips already taste like heaven", she moves her hand down to your clothed folds, rubbing against them subtly, "I wonder how you taste here."

You can't help but open your mouth, a hushed moan easily slipping off your tongue before you can hold it back, and it tickles the back of Yunjin's neck.

"Yunjin", your hands, while they previously were rubbing the back of her neck, are now clawing, in desperate need for her to do something to your body, anything.

"What baby, tell me."

You don't know if your senses are still fuzzy from the weed that you only imagined her calling you that, but it still wakes the butterflies inside your stomach once again.

"Please", you frantically beg, voice at a whisper, careful to not wake her members.

Yunjin doesn't like how you aren't expressing yourself, so she takes her hand away from your pants and places it against your cheek, forcing you to look at her.

Her thumb rubs along your bottom lip, and you open your mouth like you had done in the booth before, but the idol only laughs at you and pushes your face to look into an opposite direction, leaning to whisper in your ear.

"You're so quick to open that perfect mouth of yours for me aren't you", she plants a kiss on the shell of your ear, and your hand comes up to your mouth to block the sounds practically begging to come out.

"You want me so bad, don't you?"

You nod, hand still covering your mouth, and Yunjin despises that, so she grabs your jaw and forces you to look at her again, gripping a little harsher than intended.

"I'm not going to fuck your stupid little cunt until you answer me", Yunjin remarks sternly, eyebrows furrowed as if she was seriously mad, and in your perspective, you would think she was indeed upset.

"Yes Yunj-"

"Call me Jen", Yunjin cuts you off, her hold on your jaw loosening slightly. Being called Jen, a nickname she is referred to by only her closest of friends, was something she always wanted to be called by her romantic partner, and she doesn't know why she requested for you to do so, but it could be a thought for another time.

"O-ok... Jen", your eyes are trained on her, and while you are moderately intimidated, and a bit turned on by her glare, you decide to let the situation take over your body, so you leave all your nerves behind and give the woman on top of you what she wants.

"I want you to crawl to the bottom of the bed, get down in front of my pussy, and eat me out", you demand assertively, your gaze holding hers, as if the two of you were in a game, the loser being the one who broke off the stare in an act of intimidation.

"There you go", Yunjin uses her thumb on your bottom lip to open your mouth again, but you refuse to act further, afraid she might pull away, however your eyes broaden as you see her subsequently spit into your mouth, tasting her very own saliva on the base of your tongue, and she closes your mouth once again with a push under your chin.

"I guess you do know how to use that fucking mouth", she lightly taps your cheek before making her way to the middle of your thighs, hovering over your zipper of your pants.

She grasps onto the button, undoing the clasp before sliding down the zipper underneath. She slowly grabs onto the top of your pants, steadily bringing them down, taking her sweet time as a way to tease you, possibly for taking so long to answer her, or for her own foreplay pleasure, and once your pants reach your knees, you take it upon yourself to kick them off.

Once your pants are ridden to the opposite side on the room, Yunjin leans down to face the center of your underwear, hurriedly sliding those off, antithetical to how she was with your pants, and once the idol catches sight of what's in front of her, Yunjin practically drools.

"So fucking beautiful", Yunjin professes, her middle finger tracing across your folds, collecting a trail of your wetness before she places the same finger into her mouth, moaning at the taste, and you twitch from the sudden contact.

After getting a taste of you on her finger, Yunjin immediately knew she needed more, so without wasting a second, Yunjin pulled your legs under her shoulder and dove her head straight into your aching cunt. She closed her eyes, imagining the taste as something creating by the Gods from above, as if she was tasting the sweet nectar of an angel, and quite frankly, she was.

"God", Yunjin mumbled before attaching her lips to your clit, flicking her tongue across speedily in a way that made you audibly moan, forgetting about the circumstances, and you instantly brought a hand up to cover your mouth, your opposite one tangled in Yunjin's hair.

The way Yunjin's tongue jerked skillfully across your swollen clit, her fingers digging into your waste as her lips sucked harshly over were her tongue would brush, sent you into heaven. Your grip on her hair tightened and your head flew back, now faced with her white ceiling, still not sober enough to be able to tell the distance in which it had with your head, but the way Yunjin was eating your pussy so well, you might as well be seeing stars rather than a plane white wall.

"Fuck Jen, it feels so good", you moan silently as you grip the sheets below you with your right hand.

You begin to grind into Yunjin's face, hips rolling up in a middling pace, and with how good you taste, and how much of your cunt is smothered over Yunjin's mouth, the idol suddenly gets the urge to have more. To have more of you. To have more of your pussy. She can't just have her head in between your legs, she needs to have you on her.

When Yunjin pulls away, you moan at the discomfort of no longer having the warmth of her mouth, and you are about to complain but by the speed in which Yunjin was changing her position, you got the idea that she was planning something.

Yunjin's back collides with the mattress, now laying across from you.

"Come here", Yunjin asserts, and you lift yourself up with your elbow, an impatient Yunjin waiting for you to get on with it, and when you begin to wrap your leg to straddle the idol, she lets her restlessness get the best of her and pulls you harshly onto her, grabbing your waste to steady you.

You lean down and collide your lips with hers, mouth open as her tongue instantly enters, her hand finding itself comfortable on your neck.

"Sit on my face", Yunjin breathlessly whispers in your ear, laying a kiss on your cheek before you obey her words, getting off your knees and shuffling over to her face, now hovering her.

Yunjin looks up to face you, feeling a pool of wetness in her own cunt arise when she sees how you look above her, your pussy practically already dripping onto her lips.

The idol wraps her arms around your thighs and pulls you down eagerly, her tongue darting out and inserting itself into your hole, her lips anxiously sucking.

"God Jen, fuck!" You place one hand on her head while the other steadies your body by holding onto the adjacent head board. You go back to grinding on her mouth, this time you speedily moved your hips in order to chase your inevitable high.

"Yes god baby", your eyes are still trained on the ceiling, and you feel yourself getting closer and closer, "I'm gonna cum Jen."

Hearing this, Yunjin works her tongue faster, her right hand slipping down to her own pussy as she rubs her clit to the sounds of your impatient moans, feeling that she is going to cum with you as well.

You dig your teeth into your hand, a muffled moan screeching off your tongue as you finally reach your high. You move your hips rapidly, riding out your orgasm, unknowingly assisting Yunjin in her attempt to finish, her fingers rubbing hastily across her clit, her own moan enveloped by your cunt.

"Fuck Jen that felt so good", you comment, not before Yunjin laps up every last drop of liquid that escaped you.

You now lay beside her, chest rising and falling while you tried to catch your breath. Your high felt so good, it might have sobered you up to the point where you could easily speak for yourself and act upon whatever you wished.

"Stay here", Yunjin mutters, planting a kiss on your lips and getting up from the bed.

"I don't think I have anywhere to go", you laugh to yourself, however you don't hear anything from Yunjin, that is until your ears perk at the sound of a draw opening, and seconds later the bed dips with Yunjins body.

"Sit up", the idol says, and that's when you notice what was attached to her hips; a excessively sizeable strap.

Yunjin adjusts herself so she is now behind you, her hands enfolding your waist, and you feel her bare chest up against the skin of your back. You didn't even notice she took her shirt off, so you sneakily turn your head in the slightest to catch a glimpse of her breasts, and when your little mission is complete, you turn back around in satisfaction.

"What was that?" Yunjin huffs a giggle out, lightening the mood, however her hands failing to support her tone when they slide down to your distended pussy, rubbing through your slit as if she was preparing you for what's to come.

"I didn't realize you took off your shirt", you look back to the girl, and she smiles when she sees your face, kissing your lips swiftly, "I just wanted to see what they looked like."

Yunjin allows her head to fall on your shoulder, laughing at how cute you were.

"I want to see yours as well", Yunjin follows, and then unclasps your bra and rids it to the side, now able to admire your full body. She sighs at how perfect your breasts looked, her hands coming up to squeeze and trace along the curves.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met", Yunjin complements her words with small kisses scattered across your neck and shoulder.

"Kiss me."

The idol wastes no time in fulfilling your demand, her lips attaching themselves to yours like second nature, sliding together like puzzle pieces.

In the midst of your make out session, Yunjin removes her hand from your waste, bringing it to her strap and aligning it with your entrance.

"Are you ready?" Yunjin whispers, her forehead against yours.

"Please."

Yunjin's hand slides over your mouth, covering it as she enters your pussy, the wetness assisting how easy it was for her to slide in. It takes you a while to adjust, needing a few seconds after she fully bottoms out, and you bite onto her hand, your opposite arm engulfing the back of her head.

"God so good", you moan.

After knowing you were in a comfortable place, Yunjin moves her hips slowly, pumping into your entrance with ease. It's only a minute later that Yunjins begins to move at a faster paste, her hand still over your mouth, knowing you would scream aloud without the help of her.

"Fuck Y/n", Yunjin bites your shoulder, her free hand moving to rub against your piercing clit, "you're pussy feels so good."

How Yunjin whispers into the back of your ear makes the little hairs scattered across your body rise, goosebumps forming on your skin effortlessly, and with how fast Yunjin was going now, you found it hard to conceal your moans, and even with her hand covering your mouth, your noises began to get more and more audible.

"You better be fucking quiet", Yunjin mutters, "wouldn't want any of the members coming in here and seeing such a slut bounce on my cock."

Her dirty talk does no help in keeping you quiet, and Yunjin knows this, but does nothing to help, teasing you to your breaking point.

"You like this huh?" Yunjin spits down onto your breast, spreading her saliva across and squeezing your hardened nipple.

"You like being treated like a fucking whore", the rubbing of Yunjins fingers on your clit intensifies, "you better keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut before someone catches you."

Your head flies backwards onto her neck and you scream her name into the girls hand, clawing at her neck behind you as you bounce mercilessly on her dick.

"Now baby...", Yunjin slows her pace down, "I'm going to take my hand off of your mouth, and I'm going to fuck your tiny little cunt until your legs are shaking on my bed, and I swear to fucking god if you so much as even make a noise, I'm going to shove this cock down your throat so you can't make them anymore. Got it?"

You swear you could cum just off of what the woman behind you said, your cunt already tightening around her cock, and all you can do is allow a tear to slip from your eye and nod your head.

Just then, Yunjin removes her hand from your mouth, placing it below your chin.

"Spit", she declares, and you do just that, biting your lip to hold in your moan when Yunjin uses your own saliva to rub your clit rapidly.

Subsequently, the idol pushes you down so you are on all fours, and you feel too weak that you can barely even hold yourself up from your shoulders.

Yunjin doesn't stop pounding into you from the back, her hand colliding against your ass too many times for you to count, and you find it a bit hypocritical that she was making an immense amount of noise above you, all the while demanding you mustn't mutter a single word while she fucked you this hard.

Your head is deep into the sheets, tears at the brim of your eyes once again and you find it insanely hard to not let out any noises.

"I'm close", you whisper, just loud enough for Yunjin to hear and pick up her pace.

You can't take it anymore when the girl grabs your hair and pulls it back, finding everything all too arousing to handle.

"Nothing to hide your moans anymore", Yunjin smirks, knowing well of what she's doing.

"I'm going to make you cum on this cock and you're gonna stay fucking silent."

One last pound into your G-spot sends you into complete and utter abyss, and you open your mouth to release a prolonged round of moans imploring to escape, but you think back to what Yunjin asked you to do, and you hold it in to the best of your ability, body jerking as a result of the unreleased tension. You think you hear Yunjin mutter a 'good girl' behind you, but you are too high on lust to even notice.

"Fuck", you breath, "that was so good."

"So have you ever fucked a fan before?" You question.

All the lights were turned off in Yunjin's room now, the two of you lay beside each other, staring up at the ceiling, high once again after smoking a newly rolled blunt.

"Yeah every night."

You look over to the idol, only to see she was already looking at your with a goofy smile, and that's when you realize she's joking, so you unconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

"Believe it or not but you're my first one", she smiles.

"Wow... it's an honor."

"Oh yeah?" You can practically hear Yunjin's smirk beside you.

"Shut up, you're too cocky."

"Well", Yunjin faces you again, her head now rested securely atop of her hand, "my cockiness brought me you. If I wasn't cocky enough to make a move, maybe we wouldn't be here."

"Oh save it, I was the one who made the move", you smile and place your head on your hand like Yunjin had done, facing her.

"What? I was totally the one to do it!"

"If that's what helps you sleep at night", you laugh, earning a soft push on your chest, and when you come back, Yunjin grab your neck and softly pulls you to her, connecting her lips to yours.

"I want to see you again", the idol mumbles against you.

"Me too", you smile.

"Let's get coffee tomorrow. No drugs or anything, just us two."

You raise your eyebrows at the girl, "are you asking me on a date?"

"I'm not asking", Yunjins thumb runs across your cheek softly, "I'm telling you."

"And what if I say no?" You giggle.

"You wouldn't", the idol arrogantly cracks.

"You're right", you shake your head in defeat and Yunjin's smile brightens.

"So it's a date?" She infers, and you nod contentedly.

"It's a date."

Yahhhh part 2!!! The end part kind of looks rushed lol, but i hope everyone liked it:)) i almost never write smut so it was definitely something new to me, but ill work on getting better🙏🙏 I love you all thank you for your support<33

Next up... The Only One I Want Pt 5;)

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ninapi · 10 months

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Wind Pillar ╝

Premise: Days in the life of the Shinazugawa household, based on my previous story (link here).

Word Count: 3263

Note: This was requested by the lovely @yourlocalangie, “little family moments in the shinazugawa household with the reader and their children.” 🫶🏻

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A typical day in the Shinazugawa household started very early in the morning. Even before the sun got a chance to go out, Sanemi, his wife and the children would be on their way down the mountain with a cart full of goodies.

Over the years the farm had grown quite a bit.

Mia and her husband had babies and now your chicken coop is full to the brim with lovely birds and delicious eggs for your family and the towns people.

The milk from your farm was considered the hottest item in the market, getting a consistent queue of customers since very early in the morning, creating a high demand.

After an intense morning of sales, the Shinazugawa family heads back to their farm for a well deserved home cooked meal.

The afternoons were particularly busy, since they would all go to the market together, the rest of the work had to be done after lunch.

"Sanehiko, you're on milk duty, make sure they at least fill two of the big jugs."

"On it father." Sanehiko, the eldest of the lot was the most invested in the family business. He learned from his mother from a very young age how to tend the animals and get the milk from the cows, being the best at it in the family. He thoroughly enjoys working on the fields as well, always looking for a way to help with the crops and making sure everything was in order, out of all of them he was the most responsible and down to earth, being the eldest had a big impact in his way of living, much like young Sanemi he is constantly thinking of the wellbeing of his family and does his best to support his parents.

"Genma, you're in charge of picking the best tomatoes to sell tomorrow. Water your mother's herbs when you're done."

"Yes father!" Genma was the sweetest of them all, always wanting to please his mother and father alike. Sanemi was forever jealous at the fact that he was a momma's boy, he reminds him so much of Genya he wishes he would look up to him the way his brother used to do, but his mother is softer and prettier, of course anyone would choose her instead, he would do too.

"Remi, help your mother separate the black from the red berries and put them in the different baskets. If you behave, I might show you the third form." His only daughter was the closest to him, she inherited his spirit and even if she's not even three yet she begs her father to teach her his wind breathing techniques, days he decides to indulge her even the tiniest bit are the happiest around the house.

"(Y/N) you concentrate on the marmalade and watching Senri, I'll take care of the rest there is to do around in the fields and pick up the eggs." reaching over for your husband, you placed a soft kiss to his lips, nodding at his instructions. You were still very much pregnant and doing more than that would be harsh on your body. Patting your bum lovingly, he rolled his sleeves up and headed back to work.

"Mma this!" Remi was diligently following her father's instructions, pulling a berry that wasn’t ripe out and showing it to you in her tiny hand. "Good eye, baby. Let's put those a side ok? We don't want the marmalade to be sour." happily she set it on a plate and continued with her designated job.

No day was the same. Having a farm gave the kids the opportunity to be active and learn from their parents skills that would be useful in the future. Sanemi made sure to rotate them around the tasks, he wanted his children to grow as strong as he was and as smart as their mother, he wanted nothing but the best for them.

By the end of the day they were all tired and ready for bed as early as the sun would set that day.

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Sundays were off. It didn't matter how much work was pending in the farm, how many eggs the chickens lay that morning, how much money they made that week, nothing mattered. Days off were important for the Shinazugawas.

Sanemi didn't get much time to lay around with his youngest since he is always so busy, but Sundays were normally deemed 'Senri day'.

Today though, he had slightly different plans.

You just finished bathing Remi and Senri when you heard Genma squealing like a little piglet.

"Genma get your ass here right now!"

Your husband sounded pissed. He rarely yells at the children, no matter how angry he was.

"Mother!!! Help me!! Father has gone crazy!! MOTHER!!!" his cries for help made you run outside your house, just to see your husband chasing your child around the fields with a sharp knife in his hand.

"Shinazugawa Sanemi. What on earth are you doing?" the child crashed against your leg, hiding behind it. If there was someone who could save him, that would be you.

"Tch." he was forced to stop running by your deep angry mother glare, "I just wanted to give him a haircut, love. Don't know why he's running away like a freak. Did you see him run? How is he faster than me? He's five, this makes no sense."

The four Shinazugawa children took after their father in their physical strengths. Sanehiko could lift a grown pig up since he was four. Genma had super speed, apparently. Remi had his blood thirst and Senri broke Sanehiko's finger when he was just three months old.

You brought Genma up into your arms, looking into his terrified eyes. "What's wrong, baby? Why aren't you letting your father cut your hair? You can't even see of how long it is."

"He....wanted to shave the sides of my head...." the child buried his face on your chest seeking for comfort, this always irritated Sanemi. He understands he is still young and that’s completely normal, but nobody but him and maybe Senri should be allowed to do that. Being jealous of his own children was a new low for the pillar.

"Stop being such a cry baby. I will do it whether you want it or not, I'm your father I do whatever the hell I want."

"Seems like you enjoyed sleeping out by the kitchen, darling." all trace of color drained from Sanemi's face instantly.

"B-babe....let's talk this out, ok? I just wanted to give him a haircut, you know he needs one." and he did, but you didn't like the way he was speaking to the child.

"Why are you shaving his head though? He looks so cute with his long hair." you were peppering soft kisses all over his little face, making him giggle.

By now Sanemi was sitting on the floor beside you, heaving out a long defeated sigh. "My brother...he had his hair like that. I guess I miss him."

"Oh my love...." setting your child down, you embraced your crestfallen husband, kissing the side of his face. "I know you see your brother in Genma, but you gotta remember he's your son and he is just five. Running after him with a knife in your hand isn't considered bonding."

"Father. It’s ok, you can shave my head. I don't like that sad face you're making." he brought Genma into a strong embrace and you all remained like that for a while. He missed Genya dearly, but having you around was more than he deserved.

"Remi too, Remi too!!!" your little girl jumped on Sanemi's back, nuzzling his neck with her little nose.

Sanehiko was holding Senri, confused by the knot of people before him. "What's going on?"

"Just come here, dammit." he settled for leaving Senri in your arms and gently nestle himself on your side, one of his hands holding one of his father's.

The Shinazugawa household was warm and full of understanding.

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After a well deserved break, your husband was now getting into your shared futon ready for a good night sleep.

He loved caressing your enlarged belly, there was nothing he enjoyed more than seeing you carrying his babies, knowing you had a part of him inside of you. He would always fall asleep while tracing patterns on your tummy, face pressed on the side of your neck.

Maybe it was the emotional afternoon your family had, maybe it was the long walk up the hill from the day before. The reason was unknown to you but a sharp pain on your lower half alerted your sleepy husband.

“(Y/N) what’s wrong?”

“Is coming Nemi.” as if on cue, your water broke all over your freshly laundered covers.

“What do you mean is coming? Isn’t it too early? Fuck, what do we do now? Can you wait until I go call the midwife?” he already knew the answer to that question, your body was moving on its own into a good position to deliver the baby.

“Can’t do. We gotta do this on our own, I’ve done it four times already and you’ve been there for every single one of them, we know what to do.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind (Y/N)? What if there’s complications? Senri gave you a hard time.” he was panicking now, removing the covers completely to give you more space, “Hell, you haven’t even finished waving the basket, where is the baby going to sleep?”

“SANEHIKO.” the contractions were heavy, painful, one right after the other, you needed a cool headed person around while your husband hyperventilated in a corner of the room.

“Yes, mother?” the child had already gone to bed, but was still awake thankfully, coming to your aid instantly.

“The baby is coming my love, you know what to do right?” the child nodded making his way over to the kitchen, returning not long after with clean cloths and water.

“Take Senri, we need his basket. Remember, don’t come out of the room until I go look for you, no matter what you hear. This goes for the rest of the gang too, keep an eye on all of them.” Sanemi’s anxiety driven self was finally grasping reality, just in time.

It was now just the two of you in your room. The same room you and your brother were born in, the same room where your four children came to this world. “We can do this, love.” Sanemi held your hand as tight as he could getting in between your legs as you started pushing your fifth child out. Thankfully there were no complications, the child came out fast and with minimal effort, more than ready to come out and meet her family.

Sanemi was ecstatic when he saw his baby girl for the first time as the adrenaline rush was finally settling down. He somehow thought he’d have another boy; it was a pleasant surprise. He was so into it that even forgot he had to clip the cord, almost dragging you out with him when he pulled the baby close to his chest. She looked just like you, his beautiful little treasure.

After cleaning you and the baby, Sanemi set the child on his son’s basket, wrapped into a little cocoon where she slept peacefully tired of the whole adventure.

“How are you feeling, baby? You did such a good job. You’re a pro at this now you have my respect I could never do that, specially not now that I saw it so up close, that shit's not for the weak. I knew I picked the right wife.” this made you giggle, pulling your husband in for cuddles. You probably needed space but all you wanted was to be in his arms.

“I feel less heavy. A bit sore though.” he was rubbing circles onto the side of your hip trying his best to relieve the pain even if it was just a little.

“Do you want me to call the kids in? I can take Sae to them so you can rest some more.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I can handle Remi jumping on me right now.” you both chuckled, staring dreamily into each other’s eyes.

The children were overwhelmed with how cute their little sister was, Genma was particularly over the moon as he wasn’t the only one with dark hair any longer.

Sanemi explained to the kids that their mother needed to rest just like when Senri was born, they needed to behave, be gentle and stay out of troubles. But even after his father’s speech, Genma managed to sneak out of the room quietly and was now kneeling by your side.

“Mother, is your belly ok? Do you need belly rubs?” his sweet little voice was music to your ears, his gentle nature was truly a gift.

“I would love that, sweetie. But does your father know you’re here?” the child swallowed hard seemingly nervous but opted for ignoring the question and go straight to work, gently massaging your sore belly. “I will go to bed in a bit, just thought you might need belly rubs.” he looked like a little delinquent now that his father styled his hair with such a fashion forward design, it was the cutest thing in this world.

“Thank you, baby. You’re the best.” sitting up slightly, you gave your toddler a good night kiss, sending him his way before anyone noticed.

Sanemi noticed of course, but he didn’t say anything, he knew his son, he was probably just making sure his mother was still alive after the deafening screams heard all over the house during the birthing process.

He took Sae back to your room, leaving Senri to share his eldest brother bedding arrangements for the night to give you some extra time to finish the second basket the next day.

Finally going back to your side, Sanemi nearly collapsed on top of you, proud of the evening accomplishments but as tired as one can be, it never even crossed his mind he would help deliver his own child, it was an insane experience. “So how does it feel being the father of five children?” teasing your man was fun, especially when he was this tired, he gets way softer.

“Makes me want to put another one inside of that delicious looking-“

“SANEMI!” he bursts out laughing, burying his face on your hair.

“Just saying... Feels pretty good though. You know I come from a very large family, it feels great having all this tiny loud brats running around, makes me feel complete. You’ve given me so much…”

You were dozing off on his chest, placing a kiss on it before closing your eyes, “I would give you the world, my love.”

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Being a parent to five children was not easy.

The age gap wasn’t as helpful now a days. When Genma was born Sanehiko was already old enough to understand what was happening. But having three children in a row was taking a toll both physically and mentally on you and your husband.

Remi was difficult to handle, always so full of energy. Senri was still just a little baby but was currently learning how to walk on his own, accidents following his every step. And Sae was milking the life out of you, her appetite was like no other.

You were tired and so was Sanemi.

Even the market stall had to go on a little break, this didn’t happen when Senri was born. He’s always been a quiet baby, would sleep most of his day. But Sae was always hungry and would constantly ask to be fed.

Sanehiko was deemed Senri’s guardian, while Sanemi held onto Remi for dear life majority of the day. The farm still needed to be tended to and you would have to go back to the market soon or the goods would be lost. Genma was tasked as your moral support or how Sanemi liked to call it ‘your servant’, he was in charge of making sure his mother had everything she needed, so he would go on fluffing your pillow every few minutes, bring you water, rub your belly, help you hold his sister while you changed her. He was a big help regardless of what the others said.

“Nii-nii look.” Remi would run over to the house to show her brother the vegetables she picked, the bugs she found, she even brought an egg, her hair littered with feathers making you giggle at the mental image of your husband trying to catch his daughter and chase her out of the coop. She’s always been given easy tasks as she’s still very little, but she was now helping her father with the farm, it made her feel important.

Genma knew she was taunting him, but he was where he wanted to be, there was nothing he’d rather do than to help his mother and new sister to be comfortable and well, he was a man now, the Shinazugawa are strong, he got this under control.

You were dozing off while feeding your daughter, Genma already snoozing on your lap, when you heard tiny feet running in your direction. You could see Remi on Sanemi’s shoulders picking corn in the fields from the window, this could only mean one thing.

“Senri, is that you?” a tiny hand was holding onto the doorframe, supporting his own weight. His brother was supposed to be watching him, but your children all take after their father, you knew Sanehiko wasn’t at fault, it was most likely Senri who sneaked out.

“Come here, my love.” he lets go of the door stumbling clumsily into your arms, “Did you miss me? I sure miss you, my baby boy. It's time for your nap, isn’t it?” he was climbing onto you, stepping on Genma’s hand in the process but very diligently skipping over his newborn sister as if afraid of hurting her.

In under a minute, you could hear your restless son lifting things around the house, scrambling in fear. “Sanehiko, he’s here baby.” a tuft of white hair was now peaking from outside the window, he didn’t want his parents to notice he lost a brother but got caught regardless. He was panting, face covered in sweat, “He disappeared so quickly mother, I swear I just looked to the side for a second and he was gone.”

“I know sweetie, I know. Why don’t you come here and rest with us for a while? We all need a nap.” That was a tempting offering, he was tired that was a fact. Having to look after his little brother, while being constantly awoken at night by a crying baby was a bit too much for a nine-year-old. He nestled on your side, giving you some extra support on the arm that was holding your daughter. Quickly falling asleep like the rest of the gang, face comfortably pressed on your shoulder.

Sanemi had picked up some of your lavender for tea, hopefully that would get you to sleep better. He was about to announce his plan when he saw more than half of his family sprawled on the floor, enjoying an afternoon nap, the sun beams coming through the window were shinning on the beautiful face of his darling wife the love of his life, and his offspring.

His youngest toddler was dozing off on his head, her arms now dangling to the sides of his face. Seems like everyone had the same idea.

He put her down on her eldest brother lap, and she curled on your side immediately, holding Sanehiko’s arm like a pillow. Sanemi went on your other side, cradling you, Genma, and Senri to his chest, letting out a content sigh out and kissing your forehead softly trying not to wake you up.

His life could be chaotic and had been quite challenging over the years, but once he found his happy place, he wouldn’t trade it for anything in this universe, and that was you.

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That one post about great domestic policy and HORRIFIC foreign policy just does not stop being true

Domestic Policy Win: The American Museum of Natural History in NYC is closing down two entire exhibits of Native American belongings in order to comply with a federal order that requires museums to obtain the consent of indigenous nations in order to display artifacts of native origin. The linked ProPublica article specifies that the exhibits in question are the Eastern Woodlands and Great Plains Halls. To quote:

The new federal regulations, which went into effect this month, prohibit the display of items subject to NAGPRA without tribal consent and ban all research done without tribal consent. In addition, the regulations closed a loophole that had allowed museums such as the American Museum of Natural History to keep ancestral remains and burial items by claiming that they are “culturally unidentifiable” — meaning in their view they could not be connected to present-day Indigenous communities based on available evidence — and therefore could not readily be returned to tribes.

Foreign Policy Fail: The United States, the UK, and several other nations, in response to claims that several members of UNRWA were involved in the Oct. 7th attacks, have cut funding to the relief agency in question. The Al Jazeera article profiles the Palestinian response, and also specifies that this funding was pulled after the UNRWA launched an investigation in response to Israel's allegations that 12 members of the relief agency were involved.

Australia, Canada, Italy and the United States said they would halt funding to the agency, while European Union foreign policy chief Josep Borrell said the 27-member bloc would “assess further steps and draw lessons based on the result of the full and comprehensive investigation”. Germany, Finland, the Netherlands and the United Kingdom then also joined the list of countries pausing financial aid to the UN agency, whose facilities where displaced Palestinians sought shelter have been repeatedly attacked in Israeli air raids. Ireland and Norway, however, expressed continued support for UNRWA, saying the agency does crucial work to help Palestinians displaced and in desperate need of assistance in Gaza. - Al Jazeera

"One million displaced people are currently taking refuge in and around UNRWA buildings. They are the ones who will suffer as a result of this decision," said Mr Gunness, adding: "The curtailing of UNRWA services will also destabilise the region at a time when Western governments are trying to contain a regional conflagration." [...] The US, Germany and the EU are among some of UNRWA's biggest donors. - BBC

Unfortunately, the WSJ article is paywalled, so I can't access the full thing for a quote.

Anyway. Call your reps. I'm not even talking to just the Americans this time, call your fucking reps. If they aren't donating to UNRWA, then make them do something. Is the organization possibly a security risk, and the concerns legitimate? Maybe! But you cannot cut the funding that is keeping 2.3mill people alive on an already shoestring budget and not immediately put a backup security net in place.

Until then, pick a charity with a good rating, donate and signal boost it, and politely harass your politicians.

Politely as in "don't shout at or cuss out the staffers that man the phone lines," because they are not your reps, but also because your number is going to get blocked and then you won't be able to pressure them in the future. Do be firm, though.

I'm personally picking the PCRF this time, since one of the three remaining hospitals in south Gaza has been evacuated and shut down, and the evacuees reportedly include women who just got C-sections, which means the evacuees also include newborns, and medical care is in high demand. They're also currently focused on providing clean drinking water to the people of Palestine. That said, so is food, and shelter, and winter clothing. Pick a need, find a charity, and toss them some money.

#yes this was mostly my way of guiding people to charity sites again. and pushing you to push your reps #current events #united states #indigenous peoples #palestine #israel #gaza #death tw

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Something Wicked: part one

So as a result of my recent poll I present part one of my Cheerleader to Goth saga but with a twist. The second most popular option was Goth to Cheerleader (by adding up the Twitter poll numbers too) so I have combined both options into this overarching story. Enjoy!

In the dimly lit supply room at Ridgemont High School, an accident was about to unfold that would forever change the lives of two very different girls. Jenna, the infamous head cheerleader known for her unrelenting cruelty, and Lily, the quiet goth girl who had always felt like an outcast, worked in quiet silence each serving their time for fighting.

Although to say they were both working wouldn’t be accurate as Jenna was browsing social media as she half assed moved around a few items on the shelves. It also wouldn’t be accurate to say they were both in their for fighting as Lily had been more of a target of Jenna’s abuse that an equal combatant. Lily was a prime target for girls like Jenna. She was friendless, goth, and gay.

As the minutes ticked by, the room grew colder, and tension hung in the air like a storm on the horizon. Lily glanced at her phone. Only 5 minutes then she could be free of her tormentor. However as she was tidying up the last shelf she spotted something glimmering in the back. A strange, ancient amulet sat on a dusty shelf, long forgotten and overlooked by the school's staff. Unbeknownst to the girls, this amulet held a power beyond imagination.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Lily reached for the amulet. She held it tightly in her hand, its gold surface feeling pleasurable to touch. Its red gem sparkling in her eyes almost entrancing her.

“What do you have there?” Jenna snarled at her, breaking Lily from her trance.

“N-nothing.” Lily said trying to hide the amulet.

“Like hell it is, give it to me!” Jenna demanded and tried to snatch it from Lily. Lily tried her best to keep it out of Jenna’s reach but the cheerleader was too flexible for her. The moment Jenna’s fingers touched the amulet, a blinding light erupted, and their bodies were engulfed by a mysterious energy.

When the light faded, Jenna and Lily found themselves standing in each other's bodies, a look of shock mirrored on their faces. Jenna, now trapped in the body of the goth girl she had often ridiculed, felt a surge of panic. Lily, confined to Jenna's cheerleader form, felt a rising feeling inside her. Was it pleasure?

Jenna couldn't contain her frustration. She glared at Lily, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and anger. "What did you do, freak? Why am I in your body?" Jenna's voice quivered with a mixture of disbelief and annoyance.

Lily, feeling equally bewildered by the sudden switch, raised her hands defensively. "I didn't do anything! Everything was fine until you touched the amulet," she retorted, her voice feeling foreign and yet powerful. She had always felt sheepish and intimated being around Jenna, but now, trapped in Jenna's cheerleader body, the tables were turned. It felt kind of intoxicating as she took a moment to look at herself in Jenna’s body in a nearby mirror.

A voice inside her head whispered seductively, "Look at you, Lily, you're stunning. You don't have to take shit from anyone anymore. Embrace this beauty, this power." She couldn't deny the allure of her new appearance, the allure that came with Jenna's beauty and confidence. The voice felt right.

Jenna however wasn’t amused and felt out of place in the dorky goth’s body. She felt so sluggish, the baggy black clothes felt heavy on her body and she felt a creeping sense of anxiety flood her mind. She didn’t like it. A soft, voice whispered in her mind, “Be seen, but not heard. Be meek, be ineffectual. It’s the safest thing to do.” It urged her to blend into the background, to avoid standing out. But Jenna’s personality was too strong for it. Grabbing Lily by her own cheerleader straps she pushed her against the wall.

“Undo this now!” She demanded. Perhaps it was the fact that her own pretty face was peering back at her but Jenna felt like Lily didn’t have the usual fear in her eyes that Jenna was accustomed to seeing. In fact they looked almost defiant.

“What are you doing to her freak?” Came voices from the door. Both girls looked over to see it was Jenna’s clique of betas, come to join their queen at the end of her punishment. Jenna’s face lit up with relief as she spotted them, and she hurriedly urged them, "Thank God you're here, come over here and help me with her."

However, when her friends laid eyes on Jenna, in Lily’s goth body, their expressions soured with disgust. "As if, freak," one of them sneered, and they turned their attention to Lily, who still pinned by Jenna in her cheerleader body. With an air of menace, they asked, "What do you want us to with her, babe?"

Lily's initial surprise quickly gave way to a newfound feeling growing inside her. She no longer had to fear Jenna's friends or their judgment. In fact, they were now in awe of her, standing before them in Jenna's glamorous cheerleader persona. They were waiting to take orders from her. The voice inside her head was telling her to be ruthless and she was inclined to agree. With a smirk on her face, Lily replied, "Grab her."

Before Jenna could react, her friends quickly swarmed around her, grabbing at her limbs, causing her to drop the amulet to the ground which Lily quickly scooped up before anyone else could see it.

“No stop! I’m Jenna! She’s Lily! She took my body!” Jenna yelled in vain as Lily clip clopped over to her slowly in high heels intimidatingly. Jenna looked at her stolen body and somehow didn’t see an ounce of Lily inside it.

“What is she talking about babe?” One of her clique asked.

“This freak brought tried to put a spell on me to swap bodies, can you believe it? Maybe we should burn her at the stake like other witches.” Lily said with a smile that made Jenna worried for a second that she was serious. The clique giggled. Lily felt empowered by their sycophancy, losing herself more by the second.

“Loser probably wanted in my body so she could make it all gay or something. Yuck.” Lily added, feeling the disgust be almost authentic. The growing voice in her head, praising her for her cruelty, spurred her on.

“It’s time we gave this stinky bitch a shower don’t you think girls?” Lily said with a superior hand placed on her hips. A wicked smile appeared on all the other girl’s faces as Jenna struggled to get free but it was no use as they led her out of the room and into the nearby bathroom.

Jenna was helpless as her former friends held her tight as Lily grabbed her hair and dunked her over and over again in the toilet bowl. Each dunking seemed to have a profound effect on each girl. Jenna felt her confidence and resistance sap with each dip in the water while Lily felt invigorated, powerful and deliciously cruel every time she shoved her former head into the murky water. It felt good to be mean.

“I think she’s clean enough girls, come on let’s get out of here and hit the mall, all this fun has ruined my nails and I need a new set.” Lily said with a now natural bitchy tone that perfectly matched the stolen body she inhabited. Lily led her new friends out with a confidence she had never had before. Her head held high and her chest sticking out, she loved how her new craven friends snapped to her orders.

Jenna meanwhile sat beside the toilet, soaked, wondering how this could get any worse. As if to answer her, Jenna heard the door swing open once again and Lily clopped in alone.

“I hope you have learned your lesson Jenna, that bullying is cruel and mean. Now come on let’s switch back.” Lily said with a strangely kind face as she produced the amulet from her bag and for a moment Jenna felt a glimmer of hope. This was quickly dashed when Lily dropped the amulet to the floor and stomped on it with her heel, smashing the red jewel at its center.

“Oops! How clumsy of me! I guess I’ll have to Jenna forever now. No scratch that, a new reign deserves a new name. I’m Jennifer and I’m going to make your life a living hell you lesbo goth freak!” Lily cackled as she turned and left to rejoin her waiting besties.

All hope seemed lost for Jenna, her cruel ways had caught up with her and now she would be forever the victim at the hands of her own body no less. As the seconds passed she heard the meek voice inside her tell her it was alight, that this was how the world worked.

Getting to her feet she walked over to the mirror and rung out the water from her hair. Her makeup was smudged and ruined, she looked like a sad clown.

“Don’t worry, once you learn how to dress invisibly you’ll be able to avoid most of the bullying. Not all of course but most.” Said the voice in her head that had been growing louder and louder.

Jenna nodded solemnly as she began to accept her new role but deep inside her an ember of defiance was still lit.

To be continued…

#f2f #corruption #bitchification #magic #evil bitch #female possession #corrupted cheerleader #corrupted goth

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quicktosimp · 3 months

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Why Can't You See?

Summary: The RDA has returned. Since their return, we have not only been fighting with the humans but Jake and I cannot see eye to eye anymore. No matter how hard I try, Jake and I seem to be falling apart. I want to fight for our mateship, but I don't know how much longer I can fight.

Warnings: Canon violence, Disassociation, Attempted Smut (No Actual Smut)

I will never regret the day I met the Sully’s. They are the loves of my life, and I will always cherish them. Having four kids with them was another great gift from Eywa. But I am so tired.

Ever since the humans came back to Pandora, Neytiri and I have taken over the brunt of parenting; not only that, but we have had to fix everything Jake has been doing. He demands and orders the children, especially the boys, to do outrageous things that they end up failing. I then have to go around and reassure the boys before turning around and talking with Jake about it, leading to another argument: Neytiri standing between us, trying to get the two of us to see reason. This has gone on for over a year now, but today is going to be a good day. The raid has been planned to perfection. It’s going to be an in-and-out operation: blow up the tracks, grab the weaponry and supplies, and get out. We already have our chosen spotters: several men who passed their Iknimaya a little after Jake and I did.

Jake and I lead the team, himself in the air on Bob, while I lead the ground forces on pa’li. My warriors were beside me as we waited for our signal. My anxious emotions were fed back to me by my pa’li, our tsaheylu keeping us connected. My pa’li stomped her hoves impatiently., I sent a wave of calmness to her as I pat her neck soothingly, never taking my eyes off the target.

Over the comms, I heard Jake say, “Ground teams go,” And we were off.

The resounding sounds of battle cries rang through the air as we raced our way to the tracks. The explosives went off with a bang, turning the tracks to scrap metal, and the train itself flew off the rails, flinging into multiple pieces. Rolling over and on top of each other, each causing their own explosion. The fires were horrendously hot, and the sweltering heat nearly unbearable, but everything had gone as planned.

I watched as Jake swooped down from the sky, shooting at the aircraft with a cry, Neytiri following after him with her bow, releasing a cry of her own. I shook my bow, releasing my own cry after them, pleased with the results, as I watched the carrier crash.

“Go! Go!” I shouted at my warriors as we surrounded the crash, “We don’t have long, you know the plan! Stick to your stations!” I ordered as we got into position.

We all got to work; as the air team landed, I noticed that our spotters were on the ground, concerned I reached for my comm, “Devil Dog, you read me? Our spotters are on the ground; who’s in the air?” I asked assertively.

I was handed several more crates before my ear twitched with Jake’s response, “Fireball, we ended up with two more; I put them on spotting, so we have more on the ground.”

I growled as my irritation rose. Damn Jake and changing the plans without telling me.

“We’ll talk about this later,” I growled into the comms before running back to my pa’li and offloading what was in my arms.

I ran back into the crash site as Jake landed. He watched over the scene, his gun in hand, but did not move a finger in helping us. Neytiri was on the ground, ordering those into collective files. The screeching of our ikrans and our battle cried, making it difficult to hear anything.

“Let’s go, two minutes, people, let's go,” Jake’s voice rang in my ear.

I relayed the information, “Two minutes! Let’s go!”

In my haste, I brushed off what I thought was Neteyam’s voice; my boys are back at High Ground; it’s just my paranoia.

On the other side of the destruction, I could hear Norm explaining to grab the high-priority items. I grabbed several more cases of RPGs and ammunition before I noticed my pa’li could carry no more. I swung onto my steed and shouted a call to my warriors, signaling it was time to head out. I looked over to my warriors, watching as they all mounted their pa’li when I heard a war cry, Lo’ak’s war cry. My eyes looked over the wreckage, trying to spot my son, but instead, I was met with the sight of a gunship. A spotter called it first, sounding the alarm.

“Gunships in bound fall back!” Jake’s voice came through the com.

I hastily replied, “I heard Eagal Eye on the ground! I’m going in!”

I sent the warriors on their way as I rushed my pa’li into the destruction.

“Negative Fireball, I have it handled. Head back to base,” Jake ordered through the comm, but I refused even to reply, instead forcing my pa’li faster.

The gunship fired two shots, blowing up the nearby ground and supplies; someone quickly shot at the gunship, taking out one of its propellers, quickly causing the gunship to spiral and crash. I continued on, the dust and debris coating my face and lungs as the heat became worse than before.

“Lo’ak! Neteyam!” I called as I looked for my sons.

“Lo’ak, where are you? Neteyam?” Jake yelled nearby.

I spotted Jake crouched over; as I approached, I saw Lo’ak in Jake’s arms. I was too relieved to be angry, seeing that Lo’ak was okay. I jumped off my pa’li, joining the two.

“Lo’ak! Are you okay?” I quickly checked over for any injuries.

Lo’ak quickly nodded his head wordlessly.

“Where’s your brother?” Jake demanded.

Lo’ak attempted to stutter out an answer, only successfully pointing to a general area.

“You two get out of here; go on!” Jake demanded as he continued for Neteyam.

It felt like a knife had been twisted in my chest, the idea of leaving one of my sons. But Lo’ak was in shock, and I needed to get him home.

I hold Lo’ak’s face in my hands, “Alright, come on, we gotta get out of here; your dad's got Neteyam, okay?”I moved down and grabbed Lo’ak’s hand, pulling him along.

I rushed through the wreckage, pulling Lo’ak behind me and onto my pa’li, and with a yip, we were off. As we sped through the jungle, I could feel Lo’ak’s arms trembling around me. I reached around and patted at his hair, trying to soothe him the best I could. As we arrived at the meeting place, I helped Lo’ak off my pa’li before turning to the stolen goods.

“Alright, Lo’ak, I need your help. Grab some equipment and load it onto the ikrans,” I explain simply, knowing Lo’ak needs direct instructions.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Lo’ak answered.

I grabbed his arm, gently pulling him to me; I brushed his braids out of his face, “I don’t care where we are; I’m not a ma’am to you; I’m your Mama.”

A small smile slipped over Lo’ak’s face, “Yes, Mama,” Before he went and continued his duties.

As we continued to transfer the weaponry, the pit in my stomach built. Not knowing if my other son was okay if Jake got Neteyam out of there, was Neteyam hurt? I chewed my lip as I worked on. I watched as Lo’ak started acting like himself again, a bit nervous but much better than before. My team didn’t take long, as soon we were all in the air on our ikrans. I searched the sky furiously, skewering for any signs of my family. Lo’ak flying close to me, he yipped for my attention; as I looked over, he pointed at three ikrans, Neytiri, Jake, and Neteyam. I was finally able to breathe again, seeing Neteyam well enough that he could fly on his own. But as my chest eased from worry, anger took its place. Neither of the kids was to be on this mission, yet Jake wasn’t even surprised! Because he knew, he chanced out the spotters; Lo’ak and Neteyam were the new spotters. Jake deliberately went behind my back and put the kids on the mission! By the time we landed, I was seething, my anger causing me to shake.

“Sa’nu! Mama!” I heard Tuk yell as he hugged Neytiri.

I bent over and embraced Tuk and Neytiri, an arm around both of them, using this moment to calm my ire.

“Fall in,” Jake demanded gruffly, sounding just as pissed as I was.

I couldn’t stop the growl from slipping past my lips as the rage bloomed again. Neytiri and Tuk looked at me, Neytiri with concern and Tuk startled. I placed a kiss on Tuk’s forehead as I watched Lo’ak and Neteyam slowly walk over to stand in front of Jake, both nervous about the outcome.

And Jake started right into them, “You’re supposed to be spotters. You spot bogeys, and you call ‘em in. From a distance!” Jake’s voice was angry but also wobbled in fear as he got into Neteyam’s face, “Does any of this sound familiar?” Jake turned to Lo’ak, demanding, “Get here!” Lo’ak slowly walked over as Kiri went to check on Neteyam, and Jake continued on, “Jesus! I let you two geniuses fly a mission, and you disobey direct orders.” Neteyam couldn’t even look Jake in the eye as his and Lo’ak’s tails flickered nervously.

Jake turned to Kiri, “Kiri, can you go help your grandmother with the wounded? Please?” His voice was softer yet urgent with our eldest daughter.

Kiri looked at Jake and snarked, “My brother is wounded.”

Neteyam tried to brush off his injuries as Jake pleaded with Kiri, “Baby girl, please,” Tuk had wandered over to Lo’ak, trying to hold his hand, before Jake snapped at Tuk, “Tuk, go with her! Go!”

Our daughters sighed before walking away.

“Dad. Sir, I take full responsibility,” Neteyam started, trying to placate Jake.

“Yeah, you do. That’s right. ‘Cause you’re the older brother. You gotta act like it,” Jake snapped at Neteyam.

My anger could take no more, “That is enough, Jake,” I hissed at him, fangs barred.

Jake stepped back, shocked by my sudden outburst.

“You want to talk about responsibility? As parents, we had agreed that none of the kids would see the battlefield until they were 18, yet you went behind Neytiri and I’s back doing this. We already knew that they weren't mature enough for this! The responsibility for all of it is on you!” I growled out, my eyes wide, as I stalked forward, putting myself between Jake and the boys.

I force myself to speak calmly, “Boys, go to your grandmother; we will continue this later,” But my eyes never left Jake.

“No! We are not done yet!” Jake demanded as the boys tried to walk away.

I hissed in response, causing Jake to flinch again.

“Ma’Jake, your son is actually bleeding,” Neytiri, the voice of reason, calmly intervenes.

“Sa’nu, it is fine. I..” Neteyam attempted to brush off again.

Jake shook his head, “Just go and get patched up. Go on, dismissed.”

Neteyam walked away, Neytiri following him as she looked back at Jake and me, worried about leaving us there for the moment.

“You do understand that you almost got your brother killed?” Jake demeanded from Lo’ak.

“Yes, Sir,” Lo’ak agreed degectively.

“Absolutely not,” I shut that down, “Lo’ak, you and Neteyam shouldn’t have been there in the first place. No, you shouldn’t have disobeyed your father's orders, and for that, you will be grounded, but the rest of it is on you, Jake,” I quickly turned to Jake.

Jake opened his mouth to speak, only to stop short, turning to Lo’ak, “You’re grounded. No flying for a month. Now see to the ikran. All of ‘em,” Despite wanting to protest, I agreed with the punishment.

“Yes, Sir,” Lo’ak responded numbly.

And because Jake can’t keep his mouth shut, “And get that crap off your face,” He demanded before attempting to storm off.

I grab Jake’s arm, glaring at him, “This conversation is not over,” I growled before moving away and checking on Lo’ak.

Lo’ak was sulking as he went to bring Bob away; he looked up at me, his eyes dejected.

“Lo’ak, come here,” I demanded softly, opening my arms for him.

Sluggishly, he shuffles his way to me, wrapping his arms around me as I pull him into a hug. I rest my cheek on top of his head and cradle him close.

“I love you so much, Lo’ak; you know that, right?” I ask him gently.

I could feel him nod his head as he hummed affirmatively.

“And while your father is horrible at admitting it, you know that Jake loves you, right?” I ask again, needing to know.

There was a pause before Lo’ak hesitantly nodded again. Tears pricked at my eyes. Lo’ak should never have to hesitate, yet here I am, holding my son as questions if his own father loves him.

I kissed the top of his head before whispering, “I promise you, Lo’ak. Jake loves you; he loves every single one of you. I’m not going to go against Jake with your punishment, but I will be talking with him, okay?”

“Okay, Mama. Can I go now? I have a lot to do,” Lo’ak asked but made no move to leave my arms.

“You can leave whenever you feel like it,” I answer, rubbing his back soothingly.

Lo’ak hugged me tighter before regretfully letting go, “Thank you, Mama.”

“You don’t have to thank me for loving you, baby, because that is what I was made to do,” I explain lovingly to him.

Lo’ak gave me a small smile before walking away. I smile sadly, wishing I could do more right now. I shake my head before spotting Spider out of the corner of my eye—the little human boy who hangs out a lot. I smile at him as I walk over.

“Hello, Spider,” I greet calmly, “I’m sorry you had to see all that,” I apologized, seeing how uncomfortable he was.

“It’s okay, Mrs. Sully, I know you didn’t mean it,” Spider sheepishly replied.

I frowned slightly, “No, Spider, it’s not okay; none of you kids should have seen that. And as an adult, I am in the wrong. I should have handled that better, and that is why I’m apologizing to you,” I placed a hand on his shoulder, “And none of that Mrs. Sully stuff, it’s (Y/N), or you can call me Mama too if you want. You’ve always been my third son,” I smile softly at the teenager.

“Thank you, Mrs., um, (Y/N), um,” Spider stumbled.

I chuckled lightly at him, “Don’t worry about it, kid. Now, why don’t you come over later? I know Lo’ak and Kiri would love to see you and have an excuse to leave the kelku.”

Spider brightened up at the offer, “Will do, Mrs-, Ma-, (Y/N)!”

“Anytime, Spider, it is always a joy when you're around.”

Spider brightened even more, smiling joyfully at me, “I’m- I’m going to go help Lo’ak now,” He explained, backing away.

“Thank you, Spider; I’ll see you later with Lo’ak,” I watch him walk away to tend to the ikran with Lo’ak.

But as I stood there, all the emotions from the day hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn’t know where to scream, cry, shout, punch something. It’s all there, trapping me in place, slowly leaving me numb. A pair of arms wrapped around me, one gentle hand moving my face, revealing Neytiri. Her face was sorrowful as she watched me.

“Ma’Muntxate, today has been hard on you, hasn’t it?” Neytiri’s voice was soothing.

I nod my head, feeling like I was moving through molasses.

“I got you, Syulang,” Neytiri cooed as she grabbed my arms, leading me off somewhere.

I let her lead me aimlessly, the world nothing more than a blur as my emotions shut off completely. It seemed like it had been mere moments and yet hours simultaneously, but I felt warm. Gentle minstrains along my body, bringing feelings of comfort. I slowly looked around, noticing I was no longer at the High Ground but instead in a small hot spring hidden in the forest. The lush green calmed me. I breathed deeply, noticing that my armored vest was gone, as was my tewng. The colors of my war paint long gone, leaving me bare, just (Y/N), not a warrior, not a marine, not a parent, not a mate fighting for her children, just (Y/N).

“Are you back with me, Tìyawn?” Neytiri asked as she pressed her naked body to mine, holding me close.

I sluggishly wrapped my arms around her waist, leaning my head on her shoulder, “Yeah, ‘m back,” My voice was as sluggish as my body.

We stand there holding each other in the hot spring, simply enjoying each other's presence.

“Do you remember the first time we found this place?” Neytiri asked me as she threaded her fingers in my hair.

“Yeah, it was when you were teaching Jake still. He had gone and done something stupid. You walked off, and I followed. Didn’t think I’d find your bathing,” I chuckled lightly.

“I was planning on doing much more than bathing, but I heard you coming. Your footsteps were so loud back then,” She chuckled in return.

“Much more? Damn, maybe I should have waited a bit longer,” I hummed appreciatively.

“Skxawng,” Neytiri mumbled back.

“What, that would have been nice. You’d probably have plucked my eyes out, but it would have been worth it,” I smile so hard it hurts my face.

I lay a small kiss on Neytiri’s neck; she sighs, leaning her head to give me more room. I continue leaving open-mouthed kisses along her neck, sucking her flesh into my mouth, knowing that marks will be left in their wake. Neytiri threads her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer as one of her hands travels south. But her touch didn’t bring the pleasure it usually does, instead leaving me wanting to get away. I tried to push through it, only for a sob to break through.

I back off slowly, disappointed in myself, “I’m sorry, Love, but I can’t right now.” I blinked back tears, hating that I couldn’t give Neytiri what she needed right now.

Neytiri pulled my face so we were face to face, her forehead resting on mine, “Do not apologize for something you cannot control, Yawnetu. Now come, rest with me.”

I let her pull me deeper into the hot spring. A small ledge in the water allows us to sit submerged up to our necks. Neytiri pulls me into her lap, holding me close as I wrap my arms around her neck.

For now, everything is fine.

Taglist: @loakstahni, @eywaite

Dividers by @cafekitsune

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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What do you think about Yan! Emperor and Darling! Jester?

You have been with your ruler since you were young. A traveling act, stopped at the king's doors. The then prince found little joy in the colorful display. The ringmasters words failed to fill him with a sense of glee; tamers unsuccesful in bringing him bewildered amazement. He snuck away while his parents weren't looking, not they even cared; venturing down the dark halls to find a child about his age with a few fruits in hand.

They tossed them in the air, failing to catch all but one though it two slips from their fingers in the end. It rolls along the floor, stopping at the prince's feet.

"What are you doing?" The prince demands, eyes narrowed in their direction. The other child yelps in surprise at the sudden presence.

"Oh.. your highness.. I was just practicing for the show."

He picks the fruit off the floor. "Are you even apart of it?"

They glance at the floor. "No.. my father doesn't think I'm old enough... or would be good at it anyway, but I know I can make people smile someday."

"Tell me a joke."

"Huh?"

"Tell me a joke right now. Or I'll have your entire trope executed."

"What?! You wouldn't do that."

"I would and will. You have five seconds."

"Ok! OK!

They tell the prince a joke. It's horrible- both in presentation and punchline. Still, a small smile spreaded across the young man's face. He found their dedication charming; the other child trying their hardest with another attempt. It was also quite funny to see them stumble over their words.

"Wait-lemme try one more time, I know a really good one."

The prince chuckles. "No, you've done good enough."

"You.. you laughed. Does that mean you think I was funny?"

"Of course not, but I can tell you'll get better with time. What's your name?"

"Y/n.."

And with that began your friendship. You don't recall what happened to your trope. The final night of the performance, they vanished without a trace. You had been sleeping in the prince's room at the time, him shaking you awake to tell you they had forgotten you, but it was alright. You had each other now.

The leader wasn't your real father, but the abandonment still had its thorns. Regardless, it would not deter your love of others laughter. You grew within the class halls, learning every bell and whistle to being a great performer. You had your struggles, but your prince was always front row to your little shows; cheering you on. He grew attached to the passion within you, something few people in his life seemed to have. Even if you couldnt always make him laugh, you made him smile.

By the time he's crowned emperor, you had become the court jester. His parents had noticed your sudden rocket in talent, and threw a few laughs your way during what was supposed to be a private show with you and him. He was somehow jealous he now had to share you, but the happiest on your face when taking stage was nothing he'd give up for the world.

With his new title, he couldn't see you at all hours of the day, but when he did he made sure those moments lasted. The second a meeting was over, you'd be at his side once more; cracking a joke to make him chuckle. A stoic man in the face of all others, but the loudest fool when it came to you.

You entertained anyone who'd come to the castle. Generals, members of the upper class, and the like. All would take great joke in your performances; whether they wanted to or not.

Juggling various items thrown your way, the room fills with cheer at your act; nearly everyone enjoy the feat. To one corner, a general and his right had stood with a look of boredom; waiting for the second he was able to leave.

"That damned jester... There's no need for a fool these days. I wish we could just get rid of them."

"Is there a problem gentlemen?" The emperor stands behind both men, towering over them in height and authority. They pale.

"N...no, sir. We were just enjoying the show."

"I don’t think you were, but you will."

A sharp object prods their spines, pricking the skin through their clothing. The emperor leans in, dropping his voice to a whisper.

"The next time they make a joke you both better be the loudest in the room, or I'll have your families imprisoned and your throats slit."

They frantically nod their heads, breathing only when he leaves. As the crowd breaks into another fit of laughter, so do they. Looking around the room, they spot a few other instances of forced glee, and guards at the ready.

#yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #male yandere #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere emperor #yandere story #tw yandere

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I am not a dog whisperer. I know each is an individual but I cannot “understand “ dog. How do you train dogs to stay in the van? Mine wants out before I have even one foot on the ground when we stop.

i've been thinking about this all day. I do want to help people with their dogs, but. Can I?

For everyone else, this is in response to my post about how all dog walkers are also dog trainers if they are doing their job right, where i mention my van full of dogs waiting until each one is leashed and invited out of the van individually.

I did also, as referenced above, say that the real trick to training dogs is to get to know the dogs individually, and that this is the reason dog trainers can't take a simple question about how to train a dog and give a simple answer.

Which is true.

And does make this a tricky ask to answer well. It's sort of like asking how do you help a kid who's having trouble understanding math. There's no one answer.

So. With that in mind, i want to talk about training in general mostly, instead of training any one dog for any one thing.

There is a nice basic thing you can do to set yourself up to be able to communicate something to your dog:

Take a treat, ask your dog to sit, move the treat toward their mouth at a quite slow but steady pace. When they bounce up out of the sit to try to get the treat, make a disapproving noise (I usually make kind of an "ach" sound) and either stop moving the treat or take it back to it's starting position.

Tell them to sit again. When they sit, start moving the treat slowly down toward them again. If they stop sitting the treat stops, if they move toward the treat it goes away. Ideally there will come a moment when they juuust start to lift their butt and you juust stop moving the treat and they think about it and sit back down and you keep moving the treat toward them.

This exercise communicates an expectation, a situation, a course of action. Like, just by my describing the exercise to you, you understand what is being communicated too, even if you might struggle to put it exactly into words

once you know they understand the concept, try to pace the treat movement so they succeed a few times. Like, you can speed it up a little to be sure you get it to them before they get too excited and come up out of their sit. You want a chance to prove to them a few times that if they stay sitting they do get the treat. Then slow it way down and make them prove they will stay in a sit until the treat gets there even if it takes a while. And hey, even though the treat stays the same, the praise gets better the longer they wait! right? good.

That's communication, baybee!

Of course, not every dog will have the right mentality for this sit/treat exercise to work, but if you understand the basics of what it is trying to communicate, it can still be your template for trying to communicate that thing to your dog. And once they understand it about one thing, it starts to be easier to tell it to them about other things.

I don't work with treats because i walk three large packs of dogs (often as many as ten at once) and the roster changes, sometimes a tues/thurs dog needs to bump to a wednesday or whatever, so the dogs aren't always super used to each other. If there's a sudden discovery of food aggression or resource guarding or just plain "i don't trust or like you" behavior that can come out around high value food items like treats, well, i can't work on any training about that without risking injury to the other dogs. I have good friends who walk dogs who work with treats and who are excellent dog trainers and that works for them in their situations, so i'm not saying it's wrong to work with treats as a dog walker, i'm just saying it's wrong for me.

So i do all my professional training without treats. And that means I have to identify what the dogs want and show them i control it and then demand specific behavior to access it.

So, lets say i'm getting a dog ready to go and this dog wants to rush out the gate at full speed as soon as it's open enough for them to squeeze through. And i don't want them to.

I identify what they really want. They really want to get through the gate. So getting through the gate is the treat. Actually, the way a dog works, getting closer to getting out the gate is a treat. I make that conditional on a behavior i want, and then i'll play out the scenario in slow motion and play hotter/colder with it until they do the thing i want. Looks like this:

I'll initiate the situation (put my hand on the latch) and then when they rush right up to the gate i'll make a disapproving noise and move my hand off the latch. I'll wait a beat (this is to give them just a moment to figure it out or make a decision, and i try to build these moments into as much of my training as possible) Then i'll use my entire body to move them back from the gate, sort of the way i'd open a door with my butt if my hands were full (this is a version of a thing called body blocking that doesn't always involve touching but is physical communication based on what you are doing with your body) I'll wait until i can get them to just stand there without me touching them before i start over and reach for the latch again.

This is where they get focused, because the gate isn't even close to open yet, so they aren't too excited to pay attention. You need them to give you the behavior you want before you start doing the thing that makes them excited. The more excited they are the harder it is for you to communicate or intervene, and it's easier for them to just maintain a current behavior than to change an excited behavior. In this case we'll say the behavior you want is staying calmly behind you until you tell them they can come out the gate, so you make them stay calmly behind you before you even start opening the gate.

The dog wants the gate to be open. The gate opens slowly. The dog starts moving toward it, the gate starts closing. The dog goes back to what it was doing when the gate was opening, and the gate starts opening once more.

Dogs understand this situation pretty quickly.

Then, when it's open, before i tell them they can go, if they start to move toward the gate i will physically move my body to block them from getting out the open gate. If they try hard enough to make this difficult for me, i simply close the gate again.

You can't do this for all the things you want to train for, and it doesn't work for every dog, but it is pretty likely you can do some variation of this basic communication with most dogs to accomplish many situational behaviors.

Like, for example, not leaping out of your car.

Or take jumping up on people. What the dog wants is to put its face near your face. You can let that happen without them jumping by slowly crouching down to let them sniff your ear and lick your cheek or whatever (my dogs aren't allowed to lick my mouth, but they can lick my face, unless they are like the twin beagles i walk, who are disgusting poop eaters and aren't allowed to lick me at all). Anyway, if they sit calmly you continue to crouch toward them slowly, if they come out of a sit, you stand back up. If they stay calmly sitting what they want gets closer to happening, if they try to jump or anything, what they want goes away. This is the kind of communication dogs understand very fast.

And let me also say, you have to show them you are paying very close attention to them. If you want them calmly standing still and they even LEAN forward, you want to let them know you saw that, you want to acknowledge that, whether with a little noise or a look, or pausing the activity for a second, or whatever. That lean forward is communication from them, and responding to it shows you are participating fully, that you are paying attention to them. This will usually automatically make them pay more attention to you back.

and it's communication you do understand. A lot of people think it's some kind of secret dog code. True, there are a few things to know that are like dog language but MOST of it is like, if the dog sees something she wants to eat or fight, and she leans toward it, she is (literally) getting closer to trying to eat or fight it. You can tell what's going on pretty easy if you see it. Like, if every part of a dog's face (nose, eyes, ears) is pointed at a single thing with laser focus, it is highly interested in, or even having strong feelings about, that thing. Your dog is telling you this clear as day, and all you have to do is notice, there's really not that much deciphering.

That early intervention / close attention thing is huge in any training situation. I work with my dogs to not bark at other dogs, and so when i see a dog a block away, i'm already looking at my problem dogs, and when i see that they see the other dog, i say their name, not mad, just, i see you, i'm watching you. I'm aware of both you and that other dog, and i have my eye on you about it. If they stand very tense with their ears and tail hard up, that's already too much, that's already breaking the rules, and I'll let them know i disapprove. That's as rude as walking right up to someone and silently staring hard at them in their face. Imagine if some one did that to you in public?

See, a lot of times when two leashed dogs cross paths and one of them starts barking, it was actually the OTHER dog that started shit, really. And if i have an easily offended dog, i have to convince them to not go off about it. And the way i do that is, I Am In Charge of Public Interactions when the pack is with me. Other dogs other people, they are not allowed to interact with the dogs, all interactions come through me. And the same goes for my pack, they do not interact with dogs or bikers or people. That is my job. They are not allowed to. And my other job is making sure everybody in the pack maintains behavior standards. So.

Anyway, the earlier you start the dialogue, the easier it is to get them to listen. By the time they are already standing on their hind legs against the leash barking, it is far too late to communicate anything to them, they are lost in the sauce of adrenalized action.

What i think of as "getting in early" allows for a full range of communication. When i get in early i can say "Bubba, i see you" in a very lightly disapproving tone and it's usually quite effective because Bubba isn't overly excited yet and knows i am paying attention. When it's not effective, and now he's at step 2 out of 5 in the escalation toward the thing he's not allowed to do, I can give the leash a tiny tug and put just the smallest edge to my voice when I say, still pretty lightly, "don't do it Bubba." See, we're just having a conversation, neither of us is barking or growling yet. And believe me, your shout is a bark and your angry voice is a growl to them just as much as we understand a growl to be their angry voice. Give yourself as much space as possible to talk before the two of you get to that point

That said, there have been a few dogs that superman-leapt from the van a couple of times, and those are dogs i had to catch mid jump and sort of toss back in the van, and then stand blocking the van door staring full at them until i was sure they weren't getting ready to try again. You do have to control the situation.

hope that helps!

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🌾 Subtle Tyche Worship 🪙

Eat fruit or vegetables; eat something naturally grown

Hold onto a coin that you consider lucky

Get a ball, for any purpose - stress ball, decorative ball, sports ball, any ball will do

Get a candle that reminds you of her (no altar needed)

Keep a picture of her in your wallet

Wear jewelry that reminds you of her

Try veiling

Carry a good luck pocket charm

Working on things that will benefit your future; editing a work resume, looking into further education, planning the outline for a book you want to write, etc.

Have imagery of wheat, cornucopias, wings, a ball, ship rudders, a mural crown, strings/weaving, coins, or anything you associate with good luck around

Have a stuffed animal of any creature you associate with good luck

Play with dice; collect dice (✨ dice goblins encouraged ✨)

Be generous to others, especially those in a tough spot

Collect coins you think are cool; old coins, coins from other countries, coins given to you on an important day of your life, etc.

Try to participate in a competition or contest; do something competitive

Support homeless shelters, humanitarian organizations, or animal shelters

Donate supplies to homeless shelters; hygiene kits tend to be in high demand

Be patient with and kind to yourself when things don't go the way you planned

Research coping skills for stress or disappointment; try to implement them when such situations arise

Learn to go with the flow of life; release control when needed; don't borrow grief from the future

Cook a warm meal from someone in need

Reach out for help during your times of need; don't be afraid to rely on the kindness of others; don't be too proud to accept offered help

Dance/sing to music that makes you feel happy, expressive, or empowered

Treat yourself with the same love and compassion that you give to others

Find reasons to smile/laugh throughout your day; look for the little things that you enjoy

Spend time with your loved ones

Make a small list of things that you're grateful for, they don't have to be big things; grateful that you have a cozy blanket, a stuffed animal, shoes on your feet, etc.

Engage in random acts of kindness; paying for the meal of the person behind you, holding the door for someone, returning an item someone dropped, etc.

Try to focus on lifting others - including yourself - up; be kind, provide words of encouragement, give emotional support when able, etc.

Try not to engage in gossip too much; such things can unjustly ruin a person's reputation

Cook yourself a homemade meal if able; eat a comfort food; treat yourself to a lovely dinner

Encourage yourself before an important event; giving yourself compliments before a date, motivating yourself before a presentation, etc.

Leave a generous tip for service industry workers; pizza delivery, waiters, artists, etc.

Support small businesses

Feed neighborhood dogs, cats, birds, etc.

Buy or make a gift for a loved one

Send a random kind message to a loved one

Play with your pets; spend time with them

Get a lucky piece of clothing or jewelry (I have a lucky pair of socks, for example)

Place a good luck charm at the entrance of your room or home

Handmake your own bread; bake something by hand

Hand out cookies, pastries, etc. to your neighbors (please double-check allergies first)

Give any kids in your life a gift; a new toy, candy, cool jewelry, a video game, etc.

Wear an outfit that makes you feel good and confident; doll yourself up simply for yourself

Try something new; do something with a calculated risk

I'll likely add more in the future, but for now, this is my list of discreet ways to worship Tyche. I felt like I had a lot of ideas for her, so I kind of had to stop myself from writing too much. 😂 I hope someone finds this helpful and enjoys these suggestions. Take care, everyone, and may fortune be in your favor! 💚

Link to Subtle Worship Master list

#helpol #hellenic polytheism #hellenic pagan #tyche deity #tyche #tyche worship #paganblr #pagan tips #deity worship

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sea-owl · 4 months

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Ok I've thought about which spouse came from what districts.

All notes come from the personal file of Victor Danbury when asked which victors could be trusted to bring into the rebellion.

Simon: Simon is a career tribute from District 1. He volunteered for his games at 18, thinking this was the only way his life was ever supposed to go due to his father demanding Simon bring honor to the Basset name. His mentor, even when he was still training, was Victor Agatha Danbury. He quickly became disillusioned during the games after his first kill but knew he had to kill or be killed, and he had unfinished businesses with his father. So he powered through, trying to make the other tributes deaths as quickly as possible. After he vowed to bring as many tributes back alive as he could and regularly joined Victor Danbury as a mentor.

Kate: Kate's from District 8. She volunteered for her games at 18, thinking either she'll get her family help by winning or they'll have one less mouth to feed if she didn't. Her weaving skills really helped in the arena with setting traps, and as the capitol liked to say, Kate was too stubborn to die. Kate was pissed when she learned the new set of rules she had to play lest she risk her family. For years, Kate played the perfect victor in public. It relaxed a little when Edwina turned 19 and no longer eligible for the games, but by then, Kate didn't really know how to act otherwise.

Sophie: Sophie is from District 6. Due to everything being transported through District 6, there is a high presence of peacekeepers there. Sophie's father was a high-ranking peace keeper and her mother from the districts. Her father did kind of take her in but would never dare to claim her. Any peace keepers would never say the words outloud when they have district kids. Her stepmother wanted to turn Sophie into an Avox but had to settle into forcing Sophie to take out so much tesserae it was only a matter of time before she was reaped at 17. Sophie actually got a lot of sponsors during her games because she looked so much like a Capitol child they couldn't bear to let her die in the games. This greatly helped her outlast the other tributes. One of the items she got, that she managed to sneak out had the initials PR on them and a note that said for my sister.

Penelope: Penelope is also a career from District 4, but you would never guess she was. In my personal headcanon, while District 4 is a career district, they don't actively try to volunteer for the games like Districts 1 and 2 with a few exceptions. Penelope is not one of those exceptions and was reaped at 16. She won her games by using her ability to go unnoticed to collect information on other tributes in the training center and in the arena. Using that information, she would leave messages that would leave alliances in shambles and other tributes paranoid while she hid. She's handy with a knife, particularly a diver's knife, and when she had to use it to off other tributes while she distracted them with the information she gathered.

Phillip: Phillip is from District 7 and repeaedat 16. He had actually lost his older brother, George, who died in the blood bath during Michael's games. The Capitol liked to say Phillip was George's ghost come back to finish business. As a boy, Phillip spent a lot of time in the woods to hide from his father, and he got to know the plants very well. He knew which were safe and which were poisoned. This played into his games when the gamemakers left a bunch of poisonous plants in the arena and never told any of the tributes. Phillip used these plants to poison other tributes water and coat his weapon with them.

Michael: Michael is a career from District 2. He was from one of the more well-off families in two, taken in by his uncle after his father's death. Realistically, he and his cousin John had the lowest chances of being reaped. But at 18, Michael volunteered for the games when his 17 year old cousin John was reaped. Michael played it off that it was his role as a spare relative, and it's not like this hasn't happened before among the wealthy families in the districts. Michael played into his charm during the games. Often charming other tributes into alliances and then killing them.

Gareth: Gareth is also a career from District 1 and at 17 he "volunteered" for his games. In reality he was forced and it was more of a punishment and a reminder towards Victor Danbury that even her precious grandson can be put into the arena. Simon was now Gareth's mentor. The Capitol ate up the legacy tribute bit Gareth played. Grandson to a beloved victor and the student to another, instant fan favorite.

Lucy: District 8 and repeaed at 16. Lucy is trying to make the best of her situation said well she either dies in that arena or she makes it out and is no longer under her uncles control. Kate is Lucy's mentor and came up with the strategy to have Lucy appear helpless and then secretly take down other tributes in the arena. It was an easy thing for Lucy to do, she's been playing helpless most of her life.

In the order the tributes won their games, Simon, Kate, Michael, Phillip, Sophie Penelope, Gareth, and Lucy. Simon won his games, and 5 years later, Kate won her's. Three years after Kate, Michael won his games. 4 years later Phillip, Sophie, and Penelope won back to back games. Eight years after Penelope's Gareth won his games followed by Lucy's games the next year.

#i had to check my math to make sure i didnt accidentally put some of them in the same games #bridgerton #simon basset #kate sharma #kate sheffield #sophie beckett #penelope featherington #michael stirling #phillip crane #lucy abernathy #gareth st clair #bridgerton spouses #victor spouses #hunger games au

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