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solitairesins · 3 years

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spoiled little brat ; ~2k words

content: vesper necklace, modern!sukuna in a suit, teasing, praise, office desk sex, begging, piv, sukuna is once again a bastard and is a warning tag all on his own

It's no secret to everyone that Sukuna spoils you. He likes giving you gifts — anything you ask for is given, most times even going beyond what you've expected. Tickets for a movie date? Done deal, darling. Whole theater's empty for the two of you. You want new dresses for your wardrobe? Sure thing, sweetheart, which designer do you want making them? A trip overseas for a little vacation sounds nice, you say? Okay, he'll take a few days off work just for you since you've been such a good girl.

Every whim Sukuna provides; why wouldn't he? He has plenty of money. What else would he do if not give you what you want? As long as you know your place, know that he chooses to provide for you, Sukuna is all too happy to spend money on your little trips, on your dresses and shoes, on your glittery jewelry. Provided that he's with you every time you go out of town, or you put on a little show for every piece of clothing and jewelry.

He delights in seeing you wear the things he's bought, but the little necklace you've asked him for days ago is quickly starting to become his favorite. He's raised an eyebrow at it at first, wondering why you've been so giddy when he made the purchase; don't you have enough necklaces engraved with his name already? But you kept a tight lip about it, saying something noncommittal before distracting him with kisses. You looked adorable then, trying so hard to distract him, so he let himself be swept up in the taste of your lips, allowing you to play your little game with the necklace.

But oh, he soon learned that it was anything but a necklace.

The two of you are still learning the full capacities of the toy, and the first few sessions you've tried it out he was very happy about it. God, the way you squirmed in his arms was delightful. So when you surprise him at his office wearing the necklace just as he was about to leave, what was he to do? Not fuck you on his desk? He's not a fool to not accept an invitation when presented with one.

So now here you are: trapped between him and his desk.

You already look properly and utterly ravished: your hair mussed and your lips kiss-swollen, the bottom of your dress hiked up and the deep neckline of it tugged aside to expose your breasts. No bra or panties; just the dress, your heels, and the necklace. A splendid meal, all spread out for him to enjoy on his desk.

He leans down to nip at your throat. "Maybe I should punish you for walking around dressed like this," he murmurs. He squeezes your asscheek for emphasis.

You squirm under him, hooking a leg around his waist to grind against his hardness. He responds by pressing into you and doing a roll of his hips that makes you whimper. He's straining against his slacks, and god — even now you're still amazed at how he's so big. "You not fucking me right now is punishment enough."

He bursts out laughing, straightening to let you see his amusement. There's still a twinkle in his eyes when he sighs, "Maybe I've spoiled you too much." Then he traces the necklace's chain with a finger, slowly making a path from your neck . . . to your collarbone . . . then down to the toy itself where it rests between the valley of your breasts. He gently tugs on it. "Take it off."

You quickly comply and give him the necklace, then lay back down on the desk. He gives you a soft "good girl" before leaning down to kiss you. It starts slow, his tongue parting your mouth to tangle with yours, but quickly becomes the kind of kiss befitting him: possessive, bruising, punishing.

Sukuna has made you dizzy enough with just his kiss that you break away from it with a surprised cry when he presses the vibrator on your clit. "Ah—" you gasp as his kisses turn to your breasts, his mouth nipping at the swell of them before closing around your nipple. He stays there for a while, sinking his teeth on the flesh hard enough for you to whimper, but the swipes of his tongue licking the pain away soothe you into moaning.

The vibrator buzzes at its lowest setting on your clit, and Sukuna's fingers run along your wet folds teasingly, dipping them into you so slowly and so shallowly you want to cry at every infuriating drag. Your body feels hot, and you're already starting to shake, but it's not enough, not enough. The buzz on your clit is good and so are Sukuna's fingers, but you want more. More.

It's not long before you're finally begging, hands tugging at his hair and hips chasing his fingers, chanting his name with "please, please, please," peppered all over.

All Sukuna gives you is a low hum before he's giving you what you want. The vibrator falls from his fingers, left dangling on its chain around his wrist as he replaces it with his thumb. He fluidly rubs your clit, while his other hand works on finally and properly sinking two fingers into you, curling and pumping them into you in a way that has you bucking and arching into him.

Your begging becomes louder, your moaning echoing obscenely around his office. You come undone with a cry, thighs shaking around him and pussy clenching around his fingers still fucking into you.

Sukuna lets you calm down — waits until your breathing isn't ragged and your limbs melt onto the desk — before straightening up and saying, "Open your mouth." You obey without hesitation, closing your mouth around Sukuna's fingers and sucking your slick off of him.

You look up at him as you do, your head bobbing up and down on his fingers suggestively. He grins wickedly at that and simply says no at you, before going to unbuckle his belt and slide the zipper of his slacks down.

Oh. Okay. Your legs fall open obediently as you watch him take his cock out. Yeah, getting fucked right now is preferable than giving a blowjob.

He lets you watch him pump himself a few times, framed by the moonlight shining through the window behind him. How the fuck does he look so fucking good? His hair had been disheveled and his tie loosened, his dark blue button up creased. Have this look on anyone else and it's just plain messy; this look on Sukuna? Sinfully delicious. God, why won't he just—

"Fuck me already," you whine.

He chuckles and places the tip of his cock on your clit, running his length along your folds, gathering your slick to lube himself up. He delights in the needy whimper you make as he takes his sweet time, rolling his hips just right for the head of his cock to catch on your clit.

He's got you panting by the time he decides to push into you, feeling you tense and clench around him as the head of his cock pops into you. You're whimpering and arching off the desk, mouth opening to cry out a series of "yes, yes, yes!"

You look so pretty and so desperate for his cock that he thinks maybe you forget he's supposed to give you a little punishment.

So he pulls out, chuckling at your cry of frustration. "You're supposed to be punished, you spoiled little brat," he reminds you. You take in a sharp intake of breath at that, and Sukuna's hand goes to rest on your thigh. He squeezes. "Hands on the edge of the desk, sweet thing. Don't let go."

You obey, hands going up to grip the edge of his desk, and he rewards you with a murmured "good girl". Then he takes his dick in his hand, and slowly pushes into you again. Your eyes roll back and shut tight, teeth digging into your bottom lip. "What was it you said earlier?" he starts. He pulls out again and dips into you, just enough to feel you clench around him but not enough to leave you satisfied. "Me not fucking you is punishment enough?"

A whimper is all he gets in reply. His thumb comes to rest on your clit, and your legs twitch as he rubs gentle circles on it. He continues that way for a while, delights in your whimpers as the head of his cock pops into you and slides along your folds before pulling back, over . . . and over . . . and over.

Sukuna watches you fall apart again, legs shaking and body twisting to try and pull him in deeper. There are tears in the corners of your eyes and you breathe in just to exhale breathy moans and pleas. He leans into you then to cover your body with his — never losing pace at thrusting into you shallowly — and goes to bite and nip at your neck. He coos into your ear, praises about how you've been doing so good, so pretty taking him, so won't you just cum another time for him?

You do exactly that, coming undone from his words, orgasm bursting from you with a shudder. It's then that Sukuna finally fully slides into you, pussy still clenching and twitching. The two of you groan; Sukuna from how your heat feels so fucking good around him, and you from finally being so full. He always stretches you out so right, always fucks you so good. It's no different now, and god do you want more.

It doesn't take much for Sukuna to move, only pauses to take one of your hands in his as an unsaid permission for you to move again. Then he grinds and fucks into you, deep and steady drags that have your eyes rolling back from pleasure. The hand not holding onto his twists into his hair, and your legs wrap around his waist to meet his thrusts. The pressure in you builds again, and the whimpers falling endlessly from your mouth is on the verge of embarrassing. But fuck, your head is spinning and your body feels so hot, so fucking hot, and it feels so damn good, and you want more, more, more.

"Faster, Sukuna—" you sob and beg, your words punctuated and interrupted by the slick sounds of him thrusting into you. You try again, even though you know the words are slurred and clumsy — desperate to let him know you want more of him. "Please, Sukuna—"

And who is Sukuna to deny what his little princess wants? So he leans back with a grin, digs his hands into your hips, picks up the pace. Every time he snaps his hips into you he's rewarded with your cry, and it's not long before he feels your pussy twitching around him, your legs shaking and shuddering. You're close again, drunk on how he makes you feel, twisting to get closer just to try and get your finish.

But aren't you forgetting something?

The pulsing vibration on your clit as Sukuna presses the necklace on it is what finishes you, and you cum so hard you think you black out for a second. Sukuna follows, thrusting once, twice, and then a final time, groaning at how your pussy spasms around his dick to milk him.

He stays there inside you, feel you clenching and shaking with the aftershocks as the two of you calm down. You sigh when he finally pulls out, and then he orders you to stay still as he rummages in his desk drawer. You couldn't disobey even if you wanted to; your body feels boneless, your limbs weak and shaking. He cleans you up, his touch light and gentle — a stark contrast to his teasing minutes ago. Then he tugs your dress back into place and offers you a hand to pull you up.

He meets you with a bruising kiss as you sit up, teeth nipping and tugging at your bottom lip before pulling away. Then he unwraps the necklace from his wrist and places it back around your neck, watches it glint in the light.

"Any other jewelry you want to trick me into buying, hm, little spoiled brat?" He lightly tugs on the toy before flashing you a wicked, wicked smirk. "I wouldn't be opposed."

#ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #not a promotion or anything i just really want the necklace #i like to imagine mafia!sukuna but ceo!sukuna works too #as long as he's in a suit #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #🃏.sins

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daiseukiis · 3 years

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: ̗̀➛𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙘𝙝𝙞 ?

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─꒱ in which we peak into how jujutsu kaisen characters handle their child on a daily basis。

─꒱ feat. gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara & itadori yuji

─꒱ warnings ; none

─꒱ notes ; suddenly i’m having jjk as parents brain rot after a night of reading megumi smut

─꒱ JJK AS PARENTS PART TWO

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─── ➴ GOJO SATORU

꒰꒰ he’s a great dad trust me, spoils his child like no one’s business. you want the entire set of the haikyuu manga and crunchyroll premium? give him five minutes to purchase them. want front row tickets to see nct in korea? yeah, he’ll get it for them and thats plane tickets on first class

꒰꒰ but don’t get me wrong,,, he’s a doting father but sometimes it might be just too much.

꒰꒰ for starters, mans gotta know where their kid's heading on a daily basis. gotta shot him a text that heading to shibuya with your friends or taking a flight to okinawa or hokkaido. he just wants them to be safe !!

꒰꒰ expect him to text his kid almost every time he’s out buying anything. he’d be all the way in osaka, they're in class they will randomly get a text from him if they want uncle rikuro cheese cake or kuidaore taro pudding.

꒰꒰ not to mention !!! he will text you it’s an emergency and they have to call him, a matter of life or death situation. knowing he’s a shaman, he could die but there’s like a percentage of a chance that could happen, it's percentage rivals how fast he can activate his expansion domain. which isn’t much. but when they pick up the phone, he’s just gonna ask the. which top would look better or say there’s a hot deal for these sweets across the street and if they wanna go

꒰꒰ his favourite thing to do it probably embarrass his kid in front of their friends. maybe. yeah. baby pictures and all

꒰꒰ if he has a daughter his father radar is SO high. a boy gives even a glance her way, he will probably threathen them. spoils her with so much it even HURTS to look at his bank account but he's rich so ;;; takes her out shopping and half his camera roll is photos of her or selfies of them

꒰꒰ if it's a guy, he will cheer him on every time a girl confesses his love for his son. probably even gives him condoms and tips but you didn't hear that from me. with no doubt gloat to his students how amazing and manly his son is, takes him out on missions when he wants and goes sweet store hopping with him

꒰꒰ if his child returns home crying for whatever reason, a boy broke her heart or someone beat their kid up for doing the right thing;; bitch gojo is gon beat the shit outta them no cap

꒰꒰ he's the dad every teacher flirts with at parent teacher conferences, and the dad every girl in the friend with has a crush on

─── ➴ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

꒰꒰ amazaing dad, but probably should work more on the expressing it to his kid area

꒰꒰ he won't spoil them rotten like gojo, but if he sees its something that they truly want and sees that it's of use or valuable, he will get it for them because he wants to see his kid smile

꒰꒰ he's not big on affection, probably a hug time to time and an appreciation pat on the head. if his kid falls he would just crouch down and ask if they need a hand, or is their baby girl starts crying he'll pick her up into his arms and pat his head

꒰꒰ if he has a daughter he would be reluctant to go shopping with her, but he does like the fact that his kid is smiling and showing him her outfits. he better have a say as well if there's an attire that shows to much skin, he just wants the best for his girl. if a boy looks her way with a look, he will emit an aura enough for the boy to piss his pants

꒰꒰ if his kid is a boy, you bet hes gonna teach his son to beat up half the delinquents up the area too ‼ he has so much trust in his son, they would spar sometimes and he would take him on to missions. he sucks at giving advice, probably around the words of 'just be yourself?' he won't show it but he's cheering for you

꒰꒰ he's a chill dad, if their kid ever forgets anything at home and he's off to drop it off at school, he would be a bit reluctant cuz why did they forget it to begun with, but he's gonna do it anyways <3 the one parent that everyone calls pretty

꒰꒰ he'll text his kid basic and short messages, a how's your day or do you want anything from here kinda texts when he's out on missions. he wants to be sure that you're given enough space to be yourself within his reach

꒰꒰ fushiguro screams like the type of dad that would have a family photo in his wallet. i just find that cute and UGGH yes <3

꒰꒰ if his kid comes home crying, he's going to immediately comfort them. bad test or shitty day, he's gonna be slightly awkward but he'll take them out for their favourite food or arcade

꒰꒰ he's also the typa dad that will check up on you before he goes to bed or when he comes back from a mission, when you're all asleep just to make sure you're safe

─── ➴ KUGISAKI NOBARA

꒰꒰ listen,,, listen, kugisaki is a bad bitch mother and it radiates that energy

꒰꒰ if she has a kid, she's gonna raise them to be the baddest bitch in all of tokyo, in all of japan if all i care. she gives her kids credit for even trying to beat gojo up, but if they can't she's still gonna be happy if they tell her they kicked a guy's kneecaps in for taking their lunch money

꒰꒰ a little reckless, her parenting methods are a bit questionable but like its kugisaki here, she does whatever the hell she wants. her kid falls to the ground? don't cry pussy, get up you're better than this

꒰꒰ kugisaki's that mother who probably buys take out food every friday, or takes her kids out to a mf buffet only to tell them to pay for her because she gave birth to their ungrateful asses

꒰꒰ she's the most chill mother out there, all her kids' friends probably want to be adopted by her because she's fun and knows how to kick ass

꒰꒰ if she has a daughter, definitely wants them to be famous instead of a shaman. she wants to see her kid rocking those magazines or fuckin it up in movies or j-dramas, so she got rights to stroll through the red carpet as the most beautiful mother

꒰꒰ if she has a son, definitely will end up making him into a loyal, bad boy who knows how to drink his respect women juice on a daily basis. the son who also get absolutely wrecked by his own mother in smash bros. doesn't matter how old kugisaki is, she would still be able to beat her son even if he's a first grade shaman

꒰꒰ if her kids come home crying, i bet you she'll only scold them. she'll ask why the hell you crying over this guy/girl, they're way low of the standards and are not even it. she would convince them that they're so much better (?) to make them feel good about themselves. and then she'll probably head lock the kid to crush on a better person

꒰꒰ she's the type of mother who wouldn't sit down to talk to her kid often, sometimes she also socks at communicate like fushiguro but at least she knows it. she would be the type that would comfort her kid by bring food ( typical asian parent shit tsk iykyk )

꒰꒰ she's also that type of mother when they tell her that someone makes fun of something to the point that their kid is broken by it, she will get out that car and pick at fight with the kids, and then wipe their ass on the floor, and the mop the deck with their parents

─── ➴ ITADORI YUJI

꒰꒰ this man is the personification of a fun, chill and laid-back father

꒰꒰ he would be the dad that would wake their kid up in the morning so they're not late, pack their food or bring food to their school if they forgot to bring any

꒰꒰ he doesn't really spoil his kid, but you bet he'll take them to fun places like arcades, escape rooms and even go street food binging. definitely would have a movie marathon too

꒰꒰ if he's back from a mission early and near the school his kid goes too, you bet he's going to catch them by the end of school just to walk home with them and take about his mission

꒰꒰ he's the kind of dad that wouldn't mind if they're swearing around the house, but they gotta watch their mouth still, he doesn't want them to be as bad as sailor nor does he want them picking up nasty habits

꒰꒰ if his kid is a girl, he will give her space and room for anything, be it needing some time alone after a bad test or constantly wanting to go out with her friends to get her mind off things that he might not be able to fix. he doesn't mind going shopping, definitely would give an opinion to any outfits with a thumbs up. takes pictures with his daughter on any shenanigans they do together and send them to his group chat with kugisaki and fushiguro

꒰꒰ having a boy, he would want to play sports with them and go on missions. sometimes they would go to the arcade to try the punching game to see who has the highest and then bet the lower pays for food after. he likes giving advice, even though it won't be helpful or will be, he's gonna say it either in hopes that it'll be brought up in their head in any moment they're in

꒰꒰ he's the type of dad that has a selfie of him and his kid as a lockscreen i jUST KNOW IT

꒰꒰ if his kid comes home crying he will be so worried. like whats wrong, what happened, who hurt you, does he have to punch someone?! he's going to pull them into his arms and take them out for food, maybe even a walk. he's they type to want to cheer them up no matter the situation, and probably when they're all good and dandy, he will personally talk to solve the root of the problem behind their back

꒰꒰ when there's something to be settled, i bet you that they settle it with a game of rock-paper-scissors out five ‼‼

─── ➴ SUKUNA ( BONUS )

꒰꒰ what makes you think this man wanted a child, if he did have one ; probably either got it killed during the heian era or he killed it for his superiority complex </3

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whimsically-ominously-auspice · 4 years

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If i had to pick an American Cookie that can be bought in the store today, hands down it would be this one.

Living in New Mexico for 20 years, i rarely see a black person. I can go 785 days without seeing an African American. Because i have.

So, it's shocking to go to Arkansas or even Oklahoma and see large groups of Black People and i stare. I don't forget they exist due to the internet.. But I never see them so it's like visiting Mount Rushmore or the Grand Canyon. Its this natural amazing marvel. And I just stare usually with my jaw dropped like some social retard. Which I'm not typically. And Hey -- I'm not the only New Mexican that does that shit. We simply have a serious minority of African Americans here. I understand places like Mississippi don't think they're a minority. But if i can leave my house every day and not see a African American, then you're a minority. Just as in higher areas of African American Domination, i like to call it, there isn't many Latina or Hispanic or Mexicans as there are here. In Mississippi, they're a minority and here they're all "bitch we rule this shit! We own New Mexico!"

So due to actual minority being true of African Americans (in the 90s i picked it because it was always claimed officially so I just accepted as NYC is a huge vast mix of all kinds of culture. I figured they actually went out and counted them. But i wanted to explain to those whom don't travel and don't experience life in other places in the United States.

So in the 90s the Harringtons and I and as he preferred to be called, Captain Negro, his super hero name. Captain Negro del ela Ponte if you wanted to get legal about it. Decided to pick an "American Cookie" we could easily purchase for Sunday nights. And of course it had to be absolutely perfect.

"Taste Great but Look the Part as Touched by a negros heart and soul" said Captain Negroponte as I called him or Captain Negro Party or Captain Negro Parte especially when i didn't know how to explain something.

I tell you. I've always been smart. Miss Leena always hides and plays dumb and just tells history. But to compare and contrast and make analogies i truly learned from this man whom was my English Compilation Teacher, a True Super Hero.

For the cookie experiment. I talked to Miss Leena but she wouldn't explain. She just gave me the type of cookie and told me I would know what to do.

William Harrington said, "I dont know to me a cookie is just a cookie and my wife makes them great!"

And Willingima. we called her, Harrington, at the (jokingly) threat of our own lives said she did not know either she just had to bake she had said as when quietly embroidered under the table a gift for the Captain Hero's family.

So he came over and we told him and his eyes lit up and he was bouncing around with excitement at the table. "So the cookies are.... But I sure don't know how to explain anything but the chocolate"

"Okay explain me"

I did

"And these are just regular old fashioned chocolate chip, not chocolate on chocolate dough or white chocolate chip?"

"I could ask miss leena but im sure it's the old fashioned."

"Lets call her"

She said that the Chocolate dough (black/dark brown dough) with white chocolate chips would be An African cookie -- for their culture here in America and in actually Africa.

So we were all at the phone all listening in, the phone turned all the way up. Now this is the 90s wall phone no speaker phone ability.

So Captain Negroponte told me back at the table, "so you know the old fashioned. Idk why she wouldn't explain the chocolate on chocolate because of the two different browns. But you know I'll stay out of it. I think i do know the sugar but let me just check. What did she say on the phone to you when she called?"

"Well she called just out of the blue. Asked for Sabrina and i thought she was asleep and so i said she was as she hadn't came down (stairs -- our bedrooms were up and i was just living there For the summer or however long until i had to go back to work into the city i moved out October 9, 1991 due to riots in Brooklyn because i had to go help as i spoke about this last week. Officially moved in July 4th of the same year) and she said and i quote "well just tell sabrina this, that i called and she needs to do a cookie experiment. A white old fashioned cookie of chocolate chip flavor and a sugar cookie. She should know what to do with all of your help" she sounded old and she said her husband wasn't home and she was just resting. So i said "well ill let you go" and she said no and wanted to know all about our enterprise feeding the Street neighborhood kids and asked about money and she said "well Sabrina can help" do you -- do you have money? I sure am tired of eating hot dogs myself. This is getting expensive! I mean for us"

I replied "i do have some... Ill talk to Steve to see what we should do and how much and the best way to go about this"

"No now you seem nervous and she said you have a lot"

"Billions" she said the same time I said "millions"

"And you said some.. You said what? What you got now hon?"

"You said I'm a billionaire and i wouldn't ever lie to anyone but Steve explained to me, hes my lawyer, he said that i needed not to explain how rich i am but if someone needed money I'm to say i only have one million dollars and that is it. And i said "but that is a lie!" And he said "but no it is not not when I'm not allowing you to give out more than thousands without my approval" and i was mad!!! But in the end i saw what Steve said i should see. Its dangerous to advertise how rich i am"

"Bull shit! We probably have the richest girl in the world here sitting at our table and im telling her to penny pinch! Babe! We're having steaks next week! Put that on the list!"

"I'll pay you guys all back!"

"No!" "No!" "No!"

"No. Yes i mean i know you all did it from the goodness of your hearts but you shouldn't suffer. And i didn't realize that you were. I mean i thought you just wanted to eat hot dogs. I didn't know there was any difference"

"Blah!"

"So what I'll do. Because Steve said I'm allowed up to thousands and you're still in hundreds last i checked. $991 for the last three weeks for the entire house budget. So I'll at least double that and give Captain Nero the same. For the time y'all have spent working and then what i meant i would have to talk to Steve is that I would have to design a plan for the future. What he's talked about is supplying a credit card with a limit capable of exceeding the design purchases. So like if you need $900,000 a month then the credit card would allow $1 million. That's what hes explained to me. Then he would supply 12 blank checks for the year then all you would do is call the number on the back of the card once monthly to find out the balance and get the address, write the check and then mail it to the credit card company. Easy as that. He would get the bills to look over to see you're not scamming me. Then he can stop payment on the rest of the checks if you are and cancel the card. That goes for everyone. So for this i think that is what he would pick. It sounds simple. Of course, I don't pay bills or anything like that. Steve always handles it for me. But I'll still have to talk to Steve to get that program under way. And I'll make sure he pays you and you and of course you for past supplies and your time"

So they agreed to the extra payment but wanted to do work free. Mrs Harrington got $15 per day for taking care of me. And still does although she doesn't take care of me anymore, her influence still lives within me and is what made me who I truly am today.

If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't ever asked criminals how they wanted their ending to be. I would have ripped them off the streets and tortured them one by one ripping off pieces of their body while injected with a chemical that made them highly alert and aware of what was happening. For 6 years and 600 days. Them never knowing when it would be the day to lose something they deemed important.

Instead of dungeons and torture chambers, they have a chance at luxury and happiness.

Those asking for death instead have a right to live in peace and make their amends and do as they need. The miserable are killed first to stop their pain and suffering. 72 wanted vacation before. They got that.

If it wasn't for the Harringtons and Captain Negro, never would that occurred.

They saved a wretch like me and in turn, I saved those worst than me. As Jesus would. She taught me all about the belief of Jesus and who they believed he was

Over Captain Harrington's right shoulder was a cross with me looking down or asleep. They eyes were closed. I felt it was the most accurate representation of me. It even had lumps on it's chest. And I always felt so much responsibility. She believed the Unorthodox Jewish ways with a Catholic overcoat. She was non-religious before marriage so she had a mix of views and dabble in all spirits of religion. Also, the occult.

So when her cheeks were pink and her bright blue eyes lit up, and she told me about Jesus. I always prayed to the Lord in Hevaen that I would live up to her expectations.

And often I would look at that cross and feel the thorns cutting into my forehead. "I hope we can do it. Change the world as expected" I would say.

There were times i would take it off the wall "i feel Jesus should watch some T.V., too" i didn't want to say who i was. Mrs Harrington thought i felt that crown of thorns because Jesus was telling me that i knew things and i should act. Of course I didn't really know who I was, either, at first. Mommy thought it was too much but Daddy told me and said I should keep it secret. But I could tell who or what I want. So I decided to honor mommy and not say. But incorporate Jesus since he was such a big part of Catholicism and decor in the house, daddy said that would make Jesus alive in the house and keep my secret. But allow my full powers to bloom.

And it worked.

So Captain Negroponte said that day that he kept getting questions from one particular kid as tall as me about White Supremacy and how his family taught him that all white people were bad and "only play with nigger kids" so he was certain he knew how to explain the white sugar cookie as long as i could do "the chocolate chip without fail then it would all be good and life would be perfect for this particular child"

"I can. I know just what to do. It will be perfect"

"Okay don't tell me. I dont want to hear until that day"

So he left with a bounce and his eyes glittery. His soul full of tears for this young man, looking back where he left all his hope and faith, walked down the short dark hall and into the sunlight of a cool brisk Saturday afternoon.

"Hey now i might need some help. I know i need to show the white dough and then how it tans when baked. I got that talking to her on the phone"

"Well she didn't say --"

"She said Bake. And i was transformed back into her kitchen and had a white plastic bowl which i put into the oven -- it was empty and out it came a clay not crystal like ours but ceramic Brown bowl with the white inside. So i know what to say about White people tanning to make 2 races so we all have to support the black"

"You you get!! So not all white people are the same!!! Good good!!"

"Shew! Thank you! So I was at the kitchen in the sink.. I mean -- i said that backwards -- so anyway I'm in the kitchen and i see the silver sink and the bowl appears before my eyes and suddenly im holding it in my hands and i went to hand the phone to you as i tried to hand the bowl to her in my standing hands and she didn't sound old like she did in the phone, she sounded very young and sing song. And she said "no the children" so what we have to do is give the bowl to each of the children and let them mix it themselves. That will help white supremacy in however that means. So then the black kids all add the chocolate chips. And then when we bake. That will represent the Muslims that i used to help when in was younger and who framed me to be as i am today. But the kids don't all know that so it will represent all the darker but lighter skin than black you know like Puerto Riccans and Vietnamese and Chinese and all those sorts of people and how the African Americans have inserted their "language" into us to make the world such an amazing place. Without them we wouldn't be the cookie we are today here in 1991. Isn't that right, Jesus?"

"Oh don't look at him so harsh. What do you need me to do?"

"Bake the cookies. At the start we will mix then he will tell a story then we will do the baking. We can do two days in a row or we can help you here in the kitchen. Megan and i can take turns like we always do and so if we wanted to spread the word for two weeks since its getting so cold, we can start in the afternoon instead of dusk. And do the two different cookies the same time -- No i mean in the ssme day"

"Okay that could work. We will just let Captain Nero know and I'm sure he could come up with two great stories to pass the time. And you will pay?"

"Oh yes. Yes of course. And when I talk to Steve I'll ensure Miss Harriet Tubman is getting her cut although she always paid on her own and said she was on solid woman and could make it doing all she pleased, her husband is still working. But he's a police sergeant so I know its not for money. But she could buy her something nice with his pension."

"Pension?"

"Oh he has two. He works a lot. One thinks she's like 80 and the other 102 or 103 i think it is. So one will be cut surely i assume. She said she doesn't think she can make it to 120 without them getting onto her"

"And his paycheck?"

"Oh he donates it to science. They own their own trailer and car and BBQ"

"BBQ?"

"BBQ Grill. Of course though if i gave her money she would probably just clothes the whole entire neighborhood. I'll ask Steve if thats what she wants or that i could do. She said that was the only thing she had left in life to apply for. I guess she always knew i had money thats why she gave me the evil eye. She always provides them gloves in the winter -- except she buys them in the summer when they're cheaper and puts them in a box to save them till it gets cold again. I tell you. She is smart. So about these sugar cookies. I sure hope it works. It seems the opposite of what we set out to do. All white with beautiful crystals on top. She said to make them look so worthwhile and be as perfect as possible..."

So while the White Supremacist cookie is after all just a cookie that we used to explain to a child that was deeply courageous to learn more and actually educated his parents and they hugged me with forgiveness, myself being white.

I have explained the example. And to further educate, the Sugar Cookie in all other reality when not used for a demonstrations, is just a cookie we bake when we have no other additives.

But as Captain Negro (you may call him Captain Nero as Mrs Harrington would as she refused to "see" any color other than the colors of the rainbow") explained we should always try to find something good to add to something that is empty of extras. Be it fruit from like the Garden of Eden or be it nuts or seeds like Big Bird from Sesame Street, prefers, we should always fill our life and our cookies with as much goodness as possible. But some days, he said, some days its okay to have just a plain ole bit of sugar. As long as it's full of love and not hate.

So please do enjoy your plain white sugar cookies that are made with love. Black Panthers nor "all" white people do not encourage prejudice -- even if it's just against a cookie.

God bless us.

So we picked for our "American Cookie" the cookie below: because of the way it looks and the way it tastes. I encourage you to buy some today. As you can see the chocolate chips are hidden just as African American Heritage is hidden. And when we take a bite a beautiful explosion of chocolate erupts and elivenes our spirits.

And to top the cookie off, all of this occurs inside. Hidden away. Just like our souls are.

Thank you for listening. If these people could touch you just one percent how much they changed my life and gave me love and education and pride and so much faith in other people. Then you will be so better off

I hope you allow them to touch your souls.

Now here is the cookie you all have been waiting for:

We would laugh. And call it the "Soft Bitch" we may be going hard and fighting loud but we always have time for a tear, a hand to hold, a face to hug.

Because this is The United States of America. And she ain't all that bad. Not her citizens. Her government. Yes. But her citizens are blessed by her rich history of which she had no control over.

The American Cookie. A brown cookie, like a white person tans with perfect pieces of Black African American heart and soul baked in. Cookies of the United States of America. I always called them "American Cookies" We even had kids sit and mix up chocolate chip dough from scratch, each child getting to mix and have an ingredient added while they mixed. They all got to see the raw dough was White. Then They were baked with love by Momma Harrington and they came out tan. Like white people do in the sun. So they could see for certain how the African American were and are in the souls and minds of white people. And how without the African American pieces of love they were not complete. To prove this we made cookies without the chips and they were bland. "But What about White Supremacy? Because that was just America without us. But What about how they think?" I was asked. "I guess we could try Sugar Cookies then and see what happens. So we made beautiful sugar cookies with sugar crystals on top. Thank God our Black Panther Leader knew the words because i was at a loss.

"We all mixed and made those cookies. We saw what was in them! Sugar! We made them appeasing to the eye and different looking and more special looking than an old Chocolate Chip with those crystals. But those crystals?!? They ain't nothing. We got them in chocolate chip and that is all they put in the White Mass cookies. Then we sprinkled a little on top to make them look clean and beautiful like a real treasure. But the Treasure is Truth!!! They're missing the real thing! Sure they look beautiful especially in the sun, the crystals reflecting the lights all over but those crystals are Blinding us to the Truth!!! They are all a fraud!! But go ahead, eat them. I would too. White supremacist and all. Now let's growl!!"

Reminder Established in 1991:

Miss Leena has a different fund called ""Harriet Tubman's Self Worth Working Still Today" and she has 778 users of my funds whom also feed the people of their neighborhood and streets. They do collard greens, steak and potatoes soup daily. Saturday and Sunday add hot dogs and Sunday Morning they do their African American Heritage Stories. Of course 68% are certified Black Panthers as well but no one has to pledge to an organization to feed children with love m they just follow their hearts.

The account labeled "Black Panther Food Allocation - For the Street Kids" 962 people across the globe do this on their personal streets nightly. Feed kids collard greens, hot dogs and/or hamburgers (with cheese and iceberg lettuce, tomato, onions, relish and so on). And on Sundays tell the stories of Black American Leaders that intended to destroy prejudice and mistreatment and succeeded and the listeners all get cookies.

Of course I bought the secret Cookie to represent our Nation. The United States of America.

The United States was founded officially on July 4, 1776.

Due to this i requested our policy be to employ no more than 77% of African American and no less than 76% the remaining percent be of at least 4 different shades of white.

We start at $18 per hour as that is the adult age in the USA to represent freedom. We employ 2020 in each factory setting arena.

Then we changed the recipe, to take out the lumps. To promise a better and smoother future for all.

The Original cookie to represent the past is gone is pictured on the box as well as an elf. It is not misrepresentation of what is inside, unless you expected to find an elf as well. In no way is there any identifying words that says that is the what the cookie looks like inside. But it is the Original cookie artwork packaging as i bought it in 1991.

We have been sued over the artwork not representing the contents. Once i sued myself and won. I got good game. Y'all. Persuaded everyone to see it my way! It was a mock trial. And so it was to prepare for a real trial which did occur and we did win. We simply told the truth of our packaging and said we were not ready to reveal it. It was 2007 and we hadn't done a full reveal since 1991 and so why not leave us alone as we couldn't promise the change?!?!

We did word of mouth and some soft T.V. programming to indicate it. But never The full storey as I have today in pulic.

So again here is the Original cookie it did actually look like but did crumble more -- we kept that chocolate chip explosion. But bake them twice to have an outer coating of smoothness.

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happycircumstance · 3 years

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Wisdom For The Twenty Year Old Me

This is you-- young, happy, energetic, naïve, shy, indecisive. The list could go on. You are experiencing something dramatic in the family that will crush your soul and break your heart. Don't worry dear, it gets tougher as you grow older. The journey ahead isn't smooth and full of detours. You will take shortcuts and experience set backs, but hey, you'll be fine. Here's what I want you to know now and remember as you live life year after year until you reach me today-- in ten years.

Lets start with your health. You are actually in your best shape now. Trust me, you'll add more to the scales when you start working so be confident in your body! Wear appropriate clothes that will make you look decent and presentable. Listen to your mama when she disapproves what you wear, you will thank her later. Start wrapping your head around the fact that the food you are eating is not always good for your body so choose what you put inside your gut and practice discipline. Your health will be the number one priority as you try to balance it from school, work, and church activities. So, be careful and maybe experiment on what type of exercise is best for your body. Sleep early. I promise you the best sunrise is when you've had good sleep the night before. So, listen to your body. If you love it, it will love you back and show up for you better than anything else.

Next is your family relations. Oh, the drama. You love it when you're young and full of anger against people who are against what you think you believe. Dear, let people be. Everyone has their own opinions about who you are and what their role is in your life. They will always choose what's best for them so you gotta be a little selfish and leave something for yourself, okay? You'll see that "family" won't always mean people who are related to you by blood, but that's anyone who'll extend their hand and heart to you especially when you think you have failed. They are the best ones, so keep them warm and close.

Forgive. It's the greatest sacrifice you can give because you don't easily forget. You love and care so deep that when you feel like your trust is being betrayed, you shut people out. Like stain, it never goes away for you. Remember your own imperfections and would that sit right with Jesus? Nah, I don't think so.

Oh, to be young and in love. What a terrible combination. Don't let love fool you. Enjoy every moment you have with that special someone but don't take every heartbreak too seriously. There's literally so much in store for you than when you allow that one argument ruin your life forever. The boy who broke your heart is also one of the many reasons why you smile when you think about the past. College is exciting and fun! Study harder, meet new people, talk to the nerds, be polite to your professors, come to class on time, learn from other peoples' experiences, and take that risk--audition for the university choir. You'll grow as you go.

Your first paycheck isn't much but it's worth something. Your first purchase from that hard-earned cash is a decent looking, cheap watch but you gotta keep an eye on her because you will lose her on one of your train ride to work. Save up some cash for emergency and always leave some for tithing. You know what I learned from mama about survival? Is that you have to take away that ten percent first before you spend everything else on bills and whatnot. Trust me, this is your insurance from heaven. And about health insurance, take that seriously too and study which insurance company is best for you and your money. Start investing while you're young. You won't regret sacrificing that extra scoop of ice cream because that too is saving you from diabetes and extra pound on the scale. Everyone wins.

Rescue a cat and love him/her. Period.

See places. They say travelling helps you gain a better perspective on life and culture. True, it will also help you heal a broken heart. Trust me and trust the Spirit that will lead you there. If some time you lose yourself in travelling, don't be afraid to go back because that's where you will find yourself again.

One priority at a time. You don't need to juggle everything just to prove something. The holy writ says you must not run faster that you have strength so don't act wiser than the scriptures. There will be missed opportunities but I need you to know that these could also mean a blessing in disguise. The Lord is not obligated to explain every setback to you--that's not His job. But it's your job to ask Him for help and guidance. It's your job to act on spiritual promptings so that those setbacks will hopefully make sense. It's your job to keep yourself in tune with the spirit. You will eventually learn how to identify it so be patient. Be very patient.

Pray like tomorrow depends on it. I cannot imagine what life would be like without this solemn communication with the Lord. When you feel like everyone is against you and that your problems are too heavy to bear, when you feel like you're fighting your battles alone, pray. Strengthen those knees and bend them before the Lord. It's the best therapy I assure you. Your problems or trials or whatever you want to call them are the ones that will lead you closer to God. So embrace those problems and thank them. As long as you are breathing, they will stick around so live with them anyway and come out stronger every time.

But, you know, you're not perfect. You'll mess up and make mistakes. You will consider giving up just because of the petty things around you. You'll lose friends. You'll find yourself counting your tears. You'll end up on the wrong road. Several times. But I want you to know that even if you don't do these things, you will still survive. That's because you will learn deeper about the Atonement of Jesus Christ. You will learn about the Plan of Salvation. You will repent and turn your life around. You will see that light at the end of your tunnel. And I promise you as you see that light, the pain will be gone and it won't hurt anymore. The countless tears that came from your broken heart? He counts them all. So take His hand. Don't be shy to be on the receiving end. Allow people to take care of you because that is how He is mindful of you and your needs. And always, be grateful.

I wish you peace and happiness. As I move forward and upward, I can't help but sincerely thank you for your strength and courage. For taking all the pain and hurt so that we can be who we're supposed to be.

Love,

Thirty Year Old You

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jacktheabsoluteass · 5 years

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[GB&U] No.1 The Wealthy

Summary of experiment:

Before conducting this survey, I had the impression that the wealthy were as bad as the media tells you they are. Five individuals within the span of three hours were questioned, ages varying between twenty four, twenty nine, thirty six and all appeared to be male. Two questionees were quickly discarded as the gentlemen had intentions far beyond what I had asked of them thus no further inquiries were made. What asked these men was: when they realized they were well off? These were their responses...

Subject A: Subject A stated that at the age of thirty six, they had hired their first stay-in nanny, who resided in the guest house. After this response, Subject A stopped replying during the three hour window and thus concluded their part of the survey. Much after the time frame had closed, Subject A did respond.

Subject B: Similar to Subject A, Subject B realized they were well off later in life, however Subject B had this moment when they had paid off a villa in five years. I had asked what kind of occupation they were affiliated with and the subject stated they had a "simple job not worth mentioning" and proceeded by saying though they had paid off a house, most of the money was given and/or paid by the subject parents.

Subject C: Subjecr C seemed to have had many experiences throughout his life that added great value to the research conducted. The subject had come to terms with the fact he was well off when his father took a year off work and nothing from what they were used to had changed. The subject also said it could have been at the purchase of the third house. I asked weather or not the subjects father had saved a lot of money, enough for a whole year. The subject appeared to be frusturated, as though I had just insulted them. Little did I know I did. The subject replied with, "It's not the saving alone that makes you wealthy. It's busting your ass. My dads worked 40 years of his life. Minus the one he took off. So 39. He wakes up at 3:30. And comes home at 5, 5 days a week, sometimes 6. For 39 years with no excuses." Continuing on to say "Most people arent willing to pay that price" and proceeded to state various activities everyone indulges in such as, watching Netflix or YouTube, working out, investing in hobbies and such. After this I expressed that, this was all wonderful and I too would one day want to live such a life but first I would have to finish my studies and then I'd give it a shot. Subject C then went on to say his father had not completed anything above a sixth grade level and that he stopped attending school when he couldn't afford school clothing. I wanted to know what his father worked in, since my whole life, I've been told; without an education, you won't amount to anything, so all of this seemed surreal. The subject said his father was a contractor and that his job wasn't an easy feat. The subjects father had worked along side his employees for forty years. After going off on a tangent, I asked the subject how they are now, regarding his financial situation. Asking if they rely on what their father had made. From which the subject replied with, "Yeah. Always will. It's an addition to my lifestyle. It's whatever I make + whatever he gives me every month that determines how I live. All rich parents do this. You don't want to live a lavish life and see your kids suffer regardless of why they're suffering... a parent with excess in their lifestyle will always do what's in their power to not let their kids drive shitty cars, or live in a less than nice area or in a shitty apartment. Everyone who I know who's parents have more than 7 figures do the same exact shit." This all came as a surprise to me, however it was at the same time, it was to be expected. Of cource parents with more on their plate would give some to their kids, especially if their kids didn't have much on theirs. The surprise was from the way everything felt so similar. Meaning that no matter how much your parents make, if you have less, I'd even go as far as to say: Even if you have more than your parents. They'd still do anything to at least give you a little bit of this and a little bit of that.

Not only did Subject C give me more than enough to work with, the subject directly gave me the bad that I can easily just quote without further explanation needed. It's currently two fifty one AM, demons hour is in nine minutes and I'm trying to be asleep by then so here it goes. "It has ups and downs just like anything. You can't make legit friends with broke people because you can't invite em anywhere. You can't date far below your lifestyle because you can't relate really, you plan to insult your futur qife with a prenup, successful parents are mostly never around because they're busy. Other family become leeches. You end up fighting siblings over land and inheritances and property and family jewlery. You hope your kids learn how to work hard and not be total bums by too much privilege. Just as high as the highs are, the lows are equally as low when you find out your family's backstabbed you over some money. I like my life... but it's my life... and if I had another life I would like it just the same. They all have ups and downs but people only want to see the ups. Like for example my dads probably not gunna make it to 59 because the doctor told him he's worked so much his hearts gonna give out before that. He's 53 rn and I would trade this life for a lesser one if I knew he was gunna make it to 80. To be at the top, the price has to be paid. People forget or don't want to see it. But success and wealth come at an expense. Imagine your father dying. Younger than he should have, just so when he died he could leave you with enough that your own kids wouldn't have to worry. It's hard for me to swallow that shit because if I had the choice I wouldn't have chosen all this money. We could have had less and been good. Idk man. No money can replace someone who loves you like that. When people are wealthy it means someone in their ancestral past made the decision to exchange their time and hours and body and life and made the decision that they were no longer gunna let their proceeding family suffer even if it means them not fully living their life. For me it was my dad. It would be different if it was his dad or his fathers dad. I know people who inherited a lot of money when one of their parents died. And believe me, the would give that money right back if it ment they could have them back. It's sad to see someone who's worked all their life to have shit, and see them dying fast not having even taken a real break from it to the point where you'd say it was worth it. A point where he knows how to reuely enjoy all he has because it's not even in the person. I'm not saying there isnt people I know without these problems. But you'd be surprised the things success can bring. Siblings who haven't spoken in 25 years, early deaths or Alzheimer's caused by over working. Disconnection from lack of time spent together. Deep drug habits fueled by easy money to cope with a lost loved one. Aimlessly shooting through life because parents are so busy to do anything but throw money at their kid hoping that's the solution. The thing is. It doesn't matter if its 1,000 or a 100,000, the true colors will show and that's what sucka. It's the act more than the amount. Some siblings won't mind splitting it 50/50. Others try to snake the whole 100 from you. You lose a lot of family having more money. It's just the way it goes. Uncles, aunts, cousins, brothers, tou name it. So if you know you're going to make it ar least until 30 still having your pops man, I suggest you value the small things in life. Because to someone else that might not be within their power. Not even with money."

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