#medicinal tobacco

[falseandrealultravival]

“It's hard to live in the city” ordinance (February 10, 2003)

The Snow Country (Yasunari Kawabata)

(This is an entry for a contest sponsored by Snowy Village. I won a prize and received 5 kg of top-grade rice.)

(the purpose)

Article 1

The purpose of this practice is to awaken the urban population, who live separately from rural areas to the place of humans in nature.

(Promotion of rainwater storage)

Article 2

The rain in the city just flows away, and the city people do not use it. Regardless of the form, local governments subsidize urban residents to use rainwater as their 'own water source'. This will prevent the destruction of nature caused by the constructing of unnecessary dams.

(Promote recycling of manure)

Article 3

Because excrement from the buttocks and agricultural products that enter the mouth connects cities and rural areas, local governments are working to spread composting toilets that can efficiently recycle excrement instead of flush toilets. Subsidies will be provided to households that have adopted composting toilets. At the same time, we will develop a route to effectively reuse the compost produced.

(Promotion of participation in forest management)

Article 4

As is well known, Japan's forestry industry is on the verge of collapse. We need to draw more attention to domestic timber. Therefore, each season, urban municipalities jointly plan forestry-related events with rural villages and invite urban residents to participate. Participating city residents and local governments will split the costs. The timber will be transferred at a low price to participating city residents.

(Care for wild plants and edible wild plants)

Article 5

In order to improve the fact that the citizens of the city have not returned anything to the farming, mountain, and fishing villages, those who steal wild plants will be penalized according to this customary practice. (Detailed regulations) Those who enter the mountain to pick edible wild plants are asked to buy thank-you fertilizer for a fee and use it to care for the collected edible wild plants.

(Provisions regarding tobacco)

Article 6

Currently, only the bad aspects of tobacco are emphasized, and urban residents are unaware of the fact that tobacco can also be used for medicinal purposes, including as a hemostatic agent. Violation of manners is out of the question, and clauses that discriminate against smokers are not included. It is a “do nothing” clause. (In fact, the causal relationship between tobacco and cancer has not yet been proven.) In addition, without violating the law, research and development of products using herbs (such as Eyebright, Coltsfoot, etc.) that can be used as "medicinal tobacco" are encouraged. and farming and mountain villages.

(Finance)

Article 7

In principle, each business is self-supporting, but businesses with poor performance can be financed without interest from other businesses.

[farmobileo3]

Growing Aztec tobacco.

[ayahuascadiaries]

“At every breath, humanity opens its lungs. Within each breath, unifying molecules of oxygen infuse your humanity with their pure wisdom, the realization that you are not separate from the whole.” Their perfect synchronicity produced a sense of deep calm, and the rhythmical flow of my breath was like a sacred hymn toned in unison with them.4 “Without fear,” they continued, “the blood brings this realization into the flow of embodiment, and in doing so, your truth—a state of communion with the whole—is made manifest via your heart.”

“When constricted by grief, your lungs cannot open, the river of breath cannot flow, and the wisdom of oxygen cannot pour in. Prevented from realizing its very own nature, humanity is choking in this painful state and even getting somewhat accustomed—addicted—to it.” He went on tenderly, “In each moment, humanity can open its eyes to close the rift that separates it from the whole by realizing that there is no rift at all. This realization heals the root cause of humanity’s pain. Instead, it has looked for a quick relief from its effects, filling up the lungs with my smoke to bring a temporary peace away from a pain it forgot it never needed. Instead of asking for complete healing, humanity has misused me as a partial sedative—this abuse turned me into a poison.”

Quote from the book Thus Spoke the Plant, of Monica Gagliano

[kandidoburenson]

Shamans the world over must undergo initiatory ecstasy to manifest their call to office and to validate their vocation and supernatural power to themselves and to their society (Eliade 1964-:35). South American shamans also undergo ritual ordination and experience symbolic death, both essential stations on the arduous road to shamanism on the continent as elsewhere. Familiarity with death as a gateway to life on a different plane of existence is what sets the shaman apart from the average person. Thus, shamans arc frequent travelers across the threshold between life and death and, beginning with the initiatory "dismemberment" and contemplation of their own "death," they "die" repeat-edly in the course of their praxis.

Quote from the book Tobacco and shamanism in south America

[tilbageidanmark]

When doctors smoked...

[abuddyforeveryseason]

This is the Buddy for April 4th. Buddy's lungs. Not looking too good, I'm afraid.

Though, you know, he's going to die from all that smoking. It's a serious issue, after all. The Wikipedia article mentions five million deaths related to tobacco use per year, with around 10% of those being in the U.S.

Those are pretty much mass murder numbers. Worse than any genocide attempt, really.

I mentioned in the Buddy for December 15th that Walt Disney died of smoking-related health issues, and the same is true for a lot of other people I admire - most of them creative types, but also scientists, politicians and whatnot.

Of course, back then people didn't know that much about how dangerous smoking was. It's easy to dismiss it as they all being idiots, but hindsight is 20/20.

I knew a guy in high school, a year behind me, who we called Monk. He didn't smoke but he spoke highly of his dad, who always had a cigarette on his mouth while typing away at the computer, working. And that's kind of the case with a lot of those smokers - talented workaholics who used tobacco as fuel for their work binges.

Kind of messed up that people like the monk's dad were expected to jeopardize their lungs to keep working, to make money. And not only that, he had to spend money on the cigarettes too! Talk about burning the candle at both ends.

My dad doesn't smoke, because he's one of those people who value money above anything else. If I mentioned smoking to him and my mom, they'd go on a rant about "burning money" instead. The health issues were secondary (and even then, they were framed as "healthcare costs money"). Although it's not like their lifestyle is 100% healthy. It's different with cigarettes, though - they're very addictive and very unhealthy, so it feels like the only reason they're still being freely sold is because there's so much economic pressure towards it.

On the other hand, they do make you look really cool.

[continent-of-wild-endeavor]

Lobelia inflata aka Indian tobacco or puke weed. Bitty little flowers, surprisingly large seed pods (almost as if they'd been....inflated)

[mashkiki-weeds]

I would like to acknowledge that I am a guest on unceded xʷməθkʷəy̓əm (Musqueam), Sḵwx̱wú7mesh (Squamish), and səlilwətaɬ (Tsleil-Waututh) land, and to give thanks that they protect the plants I will be talking about.

This is a super big and beautiful common plantain (Sxu'enhween in Hul'qumi'num, Otawagebag(oon) in Ojibwe) with an unfortunate case of powdery mildew. Also known as "white man's foot" (hey settler species, I see you), common plantain is both food and medicine.

First of all, it grows everywhere- I'm sure you've seen it pushing through a crack in the sidewalk, or in a patch of grass by a telephone pole. It's a good plant to start learning about foraging; distinctive, hard to misidentify, plentiful, and you can't use it badly.

Plantain is edible through its entire growth cycle. It’s super high in vitamin C, loaded with tannins, and is a significant source of iron and calcium. Both the leaves and the seeds are edible.

I just learned that it's also chock-full of vitamin A and magnesium, as well as containing "the compound plantamajoside" (no idea), which has a similar molecular structure to the active ingredient in echinacea. What a world!

As with most plants, the leaves are less fiborous when picked young, but you can throw 'em in a soup at any stage. The leaves can be eaten raw- younger leaves are better for salads and smoothies, although they tend to be slightly more bitter.

The seeds are a pain to harvest, and I've only done so once. Apparently they're a nice topper for salads and sandwiches, but I just chewed on 'em. Not bad.

You can also make tea with the fresh or dried leaves, which brings me to the medicinal properties of white man's foot.

In tea form, plantain is excellent for coughs and sore throats. It has anti-inflammatory properties that soothes the throat and lungs, and gets more mucous production going. It also has astringent properties that will help with diarrhea, and keeping you regular when it's not a crisis.

The leaves themselves are awesome. If you've got a cut, a bruise, a bug bite, an ulcer, eczema, etc, you probably want plantain leaf on your body. You can do this in a few ways:

You can chew on the leaves and apply them directly to the affected area. Be careful with this one, as human spit isn't always the best.

You can bruise the leaves by crushing and rolling them- super effective for bruising and swollen sprains.

You can do stuff with them! Infusing in oil, making a tincture (extracting medicine through high-proof booze), squeezing the midrib (the big vein in the middle of the plant) for the juicy stuff. All great ways of working with the plant to coax its mashkikiiwan to interact and play well with others.

All in all, like many plants considered "weeds", plantains are pretty awesome and useful.

Now that you've got a plant to find and forage, a couple quick notes on the process. When harvesting medicine, particularly in urban areas, there are some things that I would encourage you to keep in mind.

1) Plants deserve respect, just as any living thing does. If you are choosing to harvest, you are acknowledging that the plant has gifts to share with you, and so please do so mindfully. Don't take more than you need. Work gently.

I will always offer tobacco, as my dad taught me to do. I speak to the plants, let them know who they're going to be helping, thank them. This isn't for everybody, but I hope that you find your way to honor the plants you're working with.

2) Cities are gross. Be careful where you harvest. Try to stay away from roadways, sewers, anywhere icky stuff is gonna be leeching into the ground. Plantains are great at drawing out impurities- remember that before you eat one that was growing in a used car lot.

3) Don't blindly listen to strange women on the internet when it comes to plants. I have a deep love of plant medicine, and therefore have accumulated lots of knowledge... but so much of my knowledge has come from being wrong over and over again. I'm wrong more often than I'm right. Research whatever you put in/on your body.

Side note, one of my favorite things about white man's foot is that it will come in and destroy cultivated lawns of non-native grasses. I love it when people try to get rid of them, just to discover that it's killed all the grass underneath, and there's now huge holes in their lawn. They get really mad, and if you have a useless resource-consuming field of rye grass... well, you deserve to be mad.

Thanks to Luschiim's Plants by Dr. Luschiim Arvid Charlie and Nancy J. Turner for the Hul'qumi'num name.

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[donotdestroy]

"In a groundbreaking report, the WHO said powerful industries were driving ill-health and premature death by using 'misleading' marketing and interfering in governments’ efforts to prevent killer diseases such as cancer, heart disease and diabetes."

[cosmicpuzzle]

8th House- What is your danger ⚠️🚫⚡?

Aries on 8th: You are prone to physical danger from sharp subjects such as knifes, kitchen equipments such as microwave oven, cutting utensils, weapons, guns, heat and the Sun. You also are prone to accidents. Your head area must be guarded always.

Taurus on 8th: You are not prone to much physical danger but there are financial dangers such as loans, debts etc. You are also prone to excesses of all kinds, sexual, physical, food etc. Your throat area must be paid attention.

Gemini on 8th: You are prone to danger from social media and your random contacts. You also have problems through your communication. You are prone to danger throuh air element. Thus you may suffer lungs and breathing problems due to pollution, poor air quality etc. You must also avoid smoking.

Cancer on 8th: You are prone to danger from water bodies if you visit beaches, rivers and lakes. You must be careful during swimming, bathtubs etc.

Leo on 8th: You are prone to danger from fire and wildlife animals. You must also avoid overexposure to the Sun. You are at risk of blood pressure and heart ailments.

Virgo on 8th: You are prone to nervous disorders and anxieties and worries. You may also receive wrong medical diagnosis. You may face danger from small pets and infections. You may also have a relative backstabbing you.

Libra on 8th: Your dangers are from wrong relationships and addictive behaviors. You may become too lazy and thus your weight gain may lead to health problems especially related to kidneys

Scorpio on 8th: The danger in your life is related to violence or crimes and underhanded deals. You are exposed to jealosuy, fights or arguments. Anxiety or worries make you prone to accidents, bruises or burns. You are also prone to black magic. Sagittarius on 8th: You must be careful with fire, guns, competitive sports, adventures where you are exposed to accidents. You may also face danger in foreign lands or from foreigners and any mentors.

Capricorn on 8th: You face danger in old age or from old people. Accidents breaking the bones are also possible. Your joints are weak. You may be prone to Government fines.

Aquarius on 8th: You face danger from electricity and electronic items damaged plugs, wires or appliances. You may face danger from friends, social network. Your cardiac rhythm may be very irregular. Your circulatory system can be poor.

Pisces on 8th: You face danger from water bodies like cancer on 8th. Additionally, you face danger from drug overuse, medicines, tablets and any addictive substances such as alcohol, tobacco etc.

Note: Don't freak out as 1 in 12 people will have a sign on their 8th house. Just take precautions.

For Readings DM. For Reports at discount DM

[ayahuascadiaries]

Be this as it may, South American Indians employ tobacco to enhance hu-man vitality in general and human fertility and fecundity in particular throughout a person's life in many different ways. Belief in the life-giving force of tobacco becomes apparent in myth when women are created from clay over which tobacco smoke is blown

Quote from the book Tobacco and shamanism in south America

[saddamali12]

Step-1: Choose a data set that you would like to work with.

TOBACCO USE AND DEPENDENCE

After looking through the codebook for the NESARC study, I have decided that I am particularly interested in TOBACCO USE AND DEPENDENCE. I am not sure which variables I will use, so for now I will include all of the relevant variables in my personal codebook.

STEP 2. Identify a specific topic of interest

STEP 3. Prepare a codebook of your own

While TOBACCO USE AND DEPENDENCE is a good starting point, I need to determine what it is about TOBACCO USE and dependence that I am interested in. It strikes me that friends and acquaintances that I have known through the years that became hooked on cigarettes did so across very different periods of time. Some seemed to be dependent soon after their first few experiences with smoking and others after many years of generally irregular smoking behavior.

I decide that I am most interested in exploring the association between level of smoking and tobacco dependence. I add to my codebook variables reflecting smoking levels

I am focusing on below variables to identify the relation between these variables.

TOBACCO USE STATUS

AGE WHEN SMOKED FIRST FULL CIGARETTE

CIGARETTE SMOKING STATUS

USUAL FREQUENCY WHEN SMOKED CIGARETTES

CIGAR SMOKING STATUS

PIPE SMOKING STATUS

SNUFF USE STATUS

STEP 4. Identify a second topic that you would like to explore in terms of its association with your original topic

And my second topics is MEDICINE USE of people who are on TOBACCO USE AND DEPENDENCE. Below are the few variables for which I am trying to make relations

EVER USED HEROIN

EVER USED COCAINE OR CRACK

EVER USED INHALANTS

DRUG USE STATUS

Research Questions are:

How tobacco users move to other smoking habits and how frequently they use these ?

How many people uses other medicine such as heroin, cocaine and other inhalants who uses tobacco?

References:

Epidemiology of tobacco use and dependence. - Abstract - Europe PMC

A Clinical Practice Guideline for Treating Tobacco Use and Dependence: 2008 Update: A U.S. Public Health Service Report - ScienceDirect

[the-californicationist]

Friday Night Magic

AO3 Link -- I'm pretty sure this was an old ask, but I don't have the original request anymore. Sorry!

Your husband of many years, John Price, has been keeping your secret: you love it when he plays doctor, giving you a happy little pill that makes you really sleepy, really fast. The best part is that you never know how you’ll be woken up. But, when he suggests that you can still play together even while he’s in the middle of hosting game night with his mates, you decide to trust in the fact that the doctor really does know best. 

TW: non-consensual sex, drugged sex, nc-somno, rape, gangbang, betrayal, anal and vaginal sex, references to past rape events

His hand was doing nothing for him, and John hadn’t drawn a usable spell in the past six turns. He was mana-screwed and bored with his lieutenant’s penchant for playing control decks. But, it was Friday, and that’s all that mattered. The tired captain always looked forward to Fridays when they were off-mission. It meant that he got to drink through his whiskey collection, smoke way too damn many cigars, and play Magic: the Gathering with his mates. All work and no play makes John a dull boy, after all. 

Friday nights also meant that you were tucked away in your room, playing with yourself while your man played cards, often overstimulating yourself to the point of tears so that when he was ready to fuck you, his cheeks pink and his breath smelling of whiskey and tobacco, he could go for hours, his fat dick drowning in the milky mess you’d made. He was like your very own sex machine, pounding away at your drooling hole, half-drunk and eager to have you in every position he could dream of. 

Sometimes, though, John’s Friday nights were extra special. Right now, he couldn’t even concentrate on the game. He just wanted to check on you to see if he was about to get a very rare kind of lucky. Fingers crossed, he excused himself from the table and padded into his bedroom, nudging the door open a crack to see where you were. 

You were laying in bed atop your plush blanket, dressed in a matching mesh set, a pale pink bra and crotchless panty, lazily touching yourself with your deft fingers and reading smut on your phone. You didn’t even remove your hand from your clit when he walked in, continuing to swirl slow circles around its sensitive head, rolling your hips just a little to help you feel the slow, delightful drag of your pleasure.  

“Hey, pretty bird,” John purred, sitting beside you, feeling the mattress sink under his weight. 

“Hey, baby. You done with your game?” You asked, peeked up over the edge of your phone before turning back to your scrolling.

“Not yet,” John leaned forward and kissed your nipple through the fabric of your bra, the thin mesh letting you feel the hot, wet whisper of his tongue.

You moaned for him, a lovely, ragged sound. It awakened something mean and primal in his chest. You pouted a bit when he pulled away, your bottom lip bulging out and showing him a small frown,

“I thought you wanted to play doctor tonight.”

Jackpot. John was a lucky man, indeed. He felt the blood from his core rush down to his prick, making his flesh instantly start to swell. He loved playing doctor. 

“We can still play,” he began to tease you, snaking his hand up your ankle and calf, his palm warming your skin. 

“Aren’t your mates still here?” You asked, a hint of scandal in your tone. 

John cocked an eyebrow, questioning your inquiry, a bit put out by your resistance,

“Don’t you wanna take your medicine, love?” His hand slipped slowly over the meat of your inner thigh, his longest fingers reaching just past the seal of your lips, barely dipping into your swollen, drooling hole, “Feels like you’ve got a fever.”

“You think so?” You smiled coyly up at him, putting down your phone and playing with your nipples in front of him, pinching and shaking them back and forth through the pink fabric. 

John nodded, “I think you should take a pill, yeah? Better nip this in the bud before you get sick, sweetheart.”

“The doctor knows best!” You winked at him and rooted around in the bottom of your beside table.

You pulled out a little purple pill bottle, tipped the lid, and placed a white tablet in his open palm. John removed his other hand from between your legs and used the fingers that had been inside of you to gently lift the pill to your lips. 

“Say ahh,” he commanded, almost all of the softness gone from his voice. 

“Ahh…” You made a long noise with your throat, tipping your head back and sticking out your tongue. When you felt the pill land in place, you flipped it under your tongue to allow it to dissolve. 

“Good girl,” John praised you, letting you suckle on his slick-covered fingers as you liked, enjoying how you were sucking him down to his knuckles as if you were practicing for his cock. Then, once the pill was gone, you released his hand and kissed his palm, the sticky sheen of your lip gloss making a little popping noise as you did. 

“Thank you, doctor. I know you’ll make me feel so much better,” you smiled, 

“I will, sweetheart. Come say goodnight to the boys.”

“Okay, but I need my robe,” you said, your voice laced with heavy apprehension. John wasn’t asking, though, and he helped you stand up from the bed, taking your phone and wrapping your silk nightgown around you, doing the bare minimum for your modesty. 

You fixed yourself in your vanity mirror and followed John out into the main room, holding the robe tight against your body as you emerged. 

“Hey, bonnie,” Soap’s face lit up, “Good to see ya.”

“You, too! Just wanted to come say good night before I went off to bed.”

“Oh, no. You gotta join us for a game, babes. It’s been too long,” Gaz chided you playfully, grabbing you by the shoulder and guiding you to the table. 

You looked up at John for help. But, he knew exactly what he was doing. He knew you only had a few more minutes before the pill would start to take effect, and he also knew that you were way too shy to tell them the truth about your naughty little habit. 

What could you say? Oh, sorry, I can’t play tonight. I took an extra-strength sleeping pill because I want my husband to fuck me while I’m helpless and knocked out cold. 

John smiled, watching you squirm and rack your brain for any and every excuse to back out,

“Oh, no, there’s no more chairs. I’ll just —“

“Si’ down,” Simon said curtly, grabbing your hip and pulling you down onto his lap, letting your legs straddle one of his huge thighs, “You can play my hand, Mrs. Price.”

The fact that your robe had ridden up your legs almost to reveal your thick asscheeks was only a secondary concern. The primary one was that your well-rubbed pussy was already leaving a damp stain on Simon’s jeans. His thigh was as hard as a stone, heavy with muscle, and he was holding your hip hard enough to keep you fully pressed to him. The only movement you could make was to grind back against him, which you had to do every time you lost your balance on his leg. 

You tried your best to pay attention to the game, but you were struggling to stay alert. The pill’s effects were making your head foggy and your eyes droop. Your fingers were too weak to hold the cards, and when they dropped from your hand, your husband’s smile turned sinister.

“Feelin’ alright there, love?” Gaz asked, a hint of teasing in his voice.

“Um…” You tried to form a sentence, but the words wouldn’t come out.

“Felt a bit under the weather earlier, wasn’t she? Took her pill, though. Makes her a bit drowsy,” Price explained, sitting next to Simon, rubbing your back, not seeming to care that his hands were shifting the collar of the robe out of place and making it hang down your shoulder, revealing the top of your sheer bra to the whole room. 

You tried to fix it, but you were slowly losing control of your arms, feeling like you were floating in a dreamy sea. 

“Dinnae fash, hen,” Johnny grinned, folding his hand on the table, “We’ll tuck you in, won’t we, lads?”

“Aye, that we will,” Simon’s voice was deep and low, spoken right into your ear. 

You looked up at John for help, realizing that he wasn’t going to save you. You thought he would scoop you up and take you back to bed, or at least make some excuse and send his men home, but no. He was letting them pull at your robe so that it hung around your waist, watching them reveal your ample tits in your see-through bra, doing nothing but looking pleased as could be. 

“John…” You slurred, feeling yourself slip away to a drugged sleep, hearing his words right before your head fell to the table in front of you,

“Sweet dreams, love.”

You were gone from the world, floating in between being awake and being asleep. And it almost seemed like you could feel yourself being fucked. The pleasure was there, and yet, you couldn’t move or scream. You couldn't open your eyes. But, John would never allow that to happen. It was just a dream, right?

When you first awoke in one of your windows of consciousness, you were still at the table, but something was… wrong. You hadn’t moved from Simon’s lap, but now, he was moving you. You were split over his cock, and he was buried, balls-deep in your pussy, fondling your breasts under your mesh bra. The others were laughing, talking, joking, carrying on their game, but their eyes leered at you like hyenas waiting their turn to sink their teeth into the neck of a caught gazelle.

“Mmngh, ungh,” you tried to speak, but you sounded drunk, “John?”

“No, princess,” Simon snarled in your ear, “Your big man’s lettin’ us jump the line, yeah? Nice of him, innit? Fuck, I love Fridays.”

“What?” You were so confused. Why was Simon talking as if this had happened before? You were so ashamed, and John was right beside you. How could he let this happen? “John… Please…”

You tried to reach out to him, but your arms only lifted to his knee, trying to grab at his shirt or hand, anything to make him help you. Simon’s dick was steadily pounding into your swollen cunt, and John was just smoking his cigar and laughing at your feeble attempts to get free. 

“Hush, now, love. Riley loves playin’ doctor, just like me. In fact, the boys have been takin’ good care of you every time they stop by, haven’t you?”

“Aye,” Johnny held his whiskey up to you as if to give you a toast, his eyes wide and full of a sick sort of hunger, “That bonnie cunt gets me through the week, lass. And ye keep it so wet for us. Such a good wee missus you’ve got, Cap’n.”

“Can’t thank you enough for the hospitality, Mrs. Price,” Gaz nodded to Soap, agreeing with his crude statement, taking another swig of his drink as his other hand moved under the table, moving rhythmically, obviously jerking himself off to the sight of you being speared on Simon’s big dick. 

Suddenly, you felt Simon’s hands grip your hips on both sides of your body, holding you down onto the base of his cock, and you knew that he was about to come. You squirmed, wishing you could muster up any kind of strength, feeling as if you were still dreaming, 

“No… No! Stop… Please… Don’t come in me…”

John cupped your cheek as his lieutenant dumped load after load of his sticky come into your body, his cock pulsing inside of you like a heartbeat, each throb of its huge shaft was another thick pool of his spend, turning your stomach and bringing desperate tears to the corners of your eyes.

“Shh, shh, shh,” John purred, “Take the medicine Riley’s givin’ you, love. It’ll make you feel so much better. You want mine next, hm? Will that make it right, pretty girl?”

“Unghhh…” You felt your body betray you, your pussy needing to come. Simon had one of his hands working quick, lurid circles around your clit, and now he was dragging you to a climactic peak, forcing you to come on his spent cock. 

As you felt yourself spin out of control, your legs began to shake, giving away your moment of pleasure to the whole table. 

“That’s a good girl,” John praised you, brushing a stray lock of hair out of your face. 

“Fuck, she’s so wet. I think she likes an audience, Cap,” Simon observed, planting sloppy kisses onto your neck as you trembled from the aftershocks of your bliss. 

They barely allowed you to cool down before John said,

“C’mere, love. My turn.”

Simon lifted you off of his lap with Price’s help, your robe fluttering to the floor. Your husband turned you on your back, laying you on the table across the cold wood and stacks of strewn playing cards. You tried to roll away, tried to sit up, but it was no use. The drugs had their hold on you, and you felt yourself fading back into a deep sleep. 

Just before the blackness took you, you saw John lining up his fat, drooling cock at your entrance, sliding his head through Riley’s come with little resistance. 

“Mmm-fuck. You’re so tight even after Riley’s prick, love. This pussy can just take so much cock, huh? Perfect girl.”

You slipped away into sleep yet again, and it seemed like you had only been out for a few minutes. You woke again in the same position, with your husband brutally pounding away at your hole, stuffing himself inside with wet, slick, slapping sounds. 

Hands were roughly groping your tits from the other side of the table, none of which belonged to your husband, and as they played with your nipples, they began to pinch and pull at them, making you cry out. 

“Look who’s awake again,” John cooed, his voice laced with farcical pity, “Don’t worry. You’ll get Johnny and Kyle soon enough.”

You couldn’t hold on. You tried to struggle against the shadowy slumber that pressed down on all your senses, but it was no use. 

When you woke up again, you were in bed. Your pillow and blanket were gone, but you recognized the soft sheets. Then, you realized you were moving. The whole mattress was shaking back and forth, and Johnny was behind you, shoving his leaking dick into your asshole. 

“Unghff-fuck! You back among the living, bonnie? Your tight little hole just grabbed me like a fuckin’ vice.”

“S-s-stop. Please…” You managed to whisper, your throat feeling sore for some reason. You tried not to think about why that would be.

“Cannae stop, lass. Your man’s dead set on findin’ the cure for what ails you, and I’m here to help. Based on how wet your wee slit has become, I think we’re on the right track.”

Just when you heard his words tease you about your wetness, you felt his fingers slip inside of your pussy, three of them, cruelly thick, following his cock’s rhythm, stretching you wider than you’d ever been in your whole life. 

You tried to cry out, to scream, to call for help, but it was no use. So, you melted into his efforts instead, feeling your muscles flutter against him, threatening to make you come from his anal sex. He didn’t seem to notice your mounting pleasure, or if he did, he didn’t much care. He just continued to thrust into your holes, slamming his stocky weight into you, making your cheek sink into the mattress as you lay face-down, ass-up for your husband’s best friend.

The last thing you heard as you fell into unconsciousness was Johnny’s moans, and his comment of surprise,

“Oh, bonnie girl. You gonna come for me? Fuck, yes…”

Your next moment of lucidity was in the living room. You were on the couch. Well, your face was laying against the crook of someone’s neck, your forehead pushing into the fabric upholstery, as you were being fucked in their lap on the sofa. You tried to lift yourself to see what was happening to you, and as you did, you saw that you were riding Simon again, straddling his legs as he fucked his cock up into your dripping hole from below. His mouth was suckling from your nipple, your bra missing, latched on and unwilling to let go, leaving little hickies behind as his teeth teased the sensitive nub. 

But, he wasn’t alone. There was… something… happening to your asshole. You craned your neck to see Kyle standing behind you, fucking his long dick into your ass as Simon pounded into you from below. 

You let out a long moan, the pleasure that you’d been receiving clearly coursing through you despite your lack of consent. You had been coming and coming and coming, and you hadn’t been awake for any of it. 

“Holy shit,” Garrick growled, his grip on your flank tightening hard enough to bruise, “She’s gonna come again. Can’t fuckin’ believe it. Feels so goddamn good.”

“Fuck,” Simon popped his mouth away from your chest to lean his head back, relaxing as he rode the waves of your impromptu orgasm, “Oh, look. She’s awake.”

Kyle’s huge hand fisted your hair and pulled you back so he could see your face,

“I dunno. I wouldn’t call that awake. How much did she take?”

“Cap gave her two more when she was with him and Soap, so we’ve got time, Sergeant. Don’t we, love?” Simon grabbed your face without care, squeezing your cheeks and making you look at him through hooded, tired eyes, “Oh, yeah, we do. All the time in the world.”

Fic #99 is in the bag... next one will be #100! Thanks to everyone for supporting me through my absolute descent into madness. lol

[sapphlopods]

This will be one of the hardest things I ever have to do, but I need help even though I hate asking for it.

Please help me escape my homophobic and financially abusive parents. More under "Keep Reading"

I'm Chaim, and ever since I graduated high school, I’ve lived with my parents. Australia has an incredibly bad housing crisis, and it’s nearly impossible for me to move out without friends or roommates who have a pre-established house, which I have none. 

Over the course of the past 4 years, I have watched my father devolve into this angry right-wing conspiracy theorist who thinks all “Wokes” should d1e. He has no idea I’m a lesbian as I fear for what he will do if he ever finds out. 

My mother has a range of health issues, in 2022 she had a heart attack, and this year, she was diagnosed with brain and kidney cancer, which she is in and out of hospital for. Her financial assistance has been delayed over and over, we still need to wait 2 months to get help. 

So, my household's only income is from my father and me. My father has an incredibly bad gambling, drinking and tobacco addiction, he goes through a pack of 30 cans and a pack of 30 cigarettes in 2 days. Tobacco and alcohol are heavily taxed here and are upwards of $60+ each; that’s $120 every 2 days, he earns $1600 fortnightly and spends roughly $840 of it on just his addictions; that’s more than half his pay, and that isn’t including the horse races he bets on. 

That leaves me to pick up the slack on groceries, rent, my mother's medicine and lend them money when Dad “overspends” at the pub. My father would rather starve than lessen his addictions a bit so we can afford to stay in our house and have food to eat. 

This has been happening for years even before my mother fell so ill she couldn’t work but it's gotten worse. I do not want to leave my mother, but she will not leave my father no matter what since she sees nothing wrong with what he does. I’m tired of being nothing more than a piggybank and a maid to my parents since I will never be able to move out when all my money goes towards keeping a roof over our heads. Even while I was on vacation, they still called me up and asked for money. 

I’ve wanted to move out for a long time, but my situation is getting direr by the day, and I can’t save a single cent to leave like this. I know many problems are going on in the world right now that deserve people’s time more than this so thank you for reading this far. 

If you can spare anything, please send it to my ko-fi. It'll be going towards getting stuff sorted so I can move to my partner Cinna, who lives far away in Chile, but I have no other option now. 11/12

I also have a few items listed on my eBay that people might like, a lot of it is fandom stuff and collector things I have accumulated, I'll be putting more stuff up slowly as I sort through my things preparing to move. https://www.ebay.com.au/usr/sapphlopods

[ltrntv]

⿻ 𖤣𖥧 ⤏ CABIN IN THE WOODS ⋮ multi. blue lock.

⌕ ꒰ ⌗ you can never ask too many questions before moving into an off-campus house with six strangers, but maybe there was one you should have asked.

including : isagi, rin, chigiri, nagi, reo, and bachira.

𖤐 ──┈ · · · c.w : aged-up! characters, mature themes (alcohol, tobacco, marijuana), sexual themes, mental health (anxiety, depression, trauma, attachment issues).

minors, do not interact — this is a mature rated series that is not for audience members that are below eighteen (18) years of age.

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𖤣𖥧 ⤏ y/n : this is you!

𖠋 fem. pronouns, fem. anatomy ⋮ freshman ( nineteen ).

𑁍 :: sports medicine ‹𝟹 — quiet 「&」 ‘ innocent ’.

other notable facts : has very limited knowledge of football.

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𖤣𖥧 ⤏ isagi yoichi : 1/6 of the male leads.

𖠋 masc. pronouns, masc. anatomy ⋮ junior ( twenty-one ).

𑁍 :: psychology ‹𝟹 — easy-going 「&」 boy-next-door.

other notable facts : co-captain of the, undefeated, CCU football team.

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𖤣𖥧 ⤏ bachira meguru : 2/6 of the male leads.

𖠋 masc. pronouns, masc. anatomy ⋮ junior ( twenty-one ).

𑁍 :: early childhood ‹𝟹 — positive 「&」 confident.

other notable facts : a varsity player on the CCU football team.

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𖤣𖥧 ⤏ chigiri hyoma : 3/6 of the male leads.

𖠋 masc. pronouns, masc. anatomy ⋮ junior ( twenty-one ).

𑁍 :: art history ‹𝟹 — busy-bodied 「&」 introverted.

other notable facts : a varsity player on the CCU football team, makes short films and is constantly trying to master multiple artistic mediums.

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𖤣𖥧 ⤏ itoshi rin : 4/6 of the male leads.

𖠋 masc. pronouns, masc. anatomy ⋮ sophomore ( twenty ).

𑁍 :: sports management ‹𝟹 — quiet 「&」 attentive.

other notable facts : varsity player on the CCU football team, younger brother to professional footballer Itoshi Sae.

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𖤣𖥧 ⤏ mikage reo : 5/6 of male leads.

𖠋 masc. pronouns, masc. anatomy ⋮ junior ( twenty-one ).

𑁍 :: business ‹𝟹 — respectful 「&」 perfectionistic.

other notable facts : is currently an occasional faceless twitch streamer and is co-captain of CCU’s football team.

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𖤣𖥧 ⤏ nagi seishiro : 6/6 of the male leads.

𖠋 masc. pronouns, masc. anatomy ⋮ junior ( twenty-one ).

𑁍 :: computer science ‹𝟹 — mellow 「&」 distanced.

other notable facts : is a well-known faceless twitch streamer who is known to have pretty low energy— is one of those ‘its okay you can fall asleep while watching’ streamers. a varsity player on the CCU football team.

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