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luhsexcbihh · 3 months

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𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗜𝗡 𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗦!

(𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙢 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙧!)

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯，𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴．

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚- 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳!𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘹 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦- 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹 (𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘣4 𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘵), 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘶𝘣! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘭, 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘣𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘰!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦

𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘- 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘥 🎀, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 … 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸？

“𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐌 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐌 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐔“ you sung as the bass was boomed in the car. you were flying down the freeway, driving like a maniac. You was high out of my mind and you were just now leaving the icecream place due to my munches. you jumped from lane to lane just to feel the thrill as the wind blew in your face, you felt like you were in a movie. you had cars stopping in there tracks trying not to get hit by ur vehicle but obviously you didn’t care.

As the song finished you looked out of the rearview mirror noticing there’s some commotion behind you. blue and red lights were flashing in your face, “oh shit” you mumbled pulling over off the road so you can speak to the officer. you grew frantic as you folded your arms to beg for him not to arrest you, as you started chugging down. water to at least try to sober yourself up. the cop car finally pulled up behind you as you heard the door slam “𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙢” you looked out the rearview mirror again noticing that he was an 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 attractive man. you were in a white spaghetti strap crop along with some pink pajama pants.

you whipped out your phone fixing your hair and applying your pink ms dior lip oil before the man came to the car, making his appearance in the window as you rolled it down looking at the officer. He had blue eyes, brown hair, with a ? tattoo sleeve on his arm. he was extremely attractive making you feel anxious “𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨“ his badge said stating the man’s name.

“oh my apologies officer, just got deep into thought, i’ve never got pulled over before”i chuckled nervously toying with the gold pendant on my neck. “first timer? you never had to deal with any law enforcement?” he questioned now peering into the car making eye contact with you. You shook your head “no” you mumbled smiling up at him. “mhm, got a good girl on my hands ay?” he spoke lowly making it quite obvious he was looking at your breast, noticing your nipple had began to harden.

You looked up innocently to the man, the two of you just stared at each other in silence as he chewed his gum. “let’s make a deal yea?” he broke the silence resting his veiny hands on your window sill. “depends on the deal sir? what is it” you asked making a slightly confused face.

Matthew chuckled at your confusion, “i’ll let you go free” he spoke as you began to cheer. “really? oh my thank you so much sir-“ you spoke before getting interrupted, “woah now there’s a catch pretty girl, you have to do something for me aswell” he leaned into your car now making direct eye contact with you. “well um- what do you want me to do?” you asked furrowing your eyebrows leaning into his face aswell.

“you have to let me fuck you”

“𝐘𝐄𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊“ the now shirtless man groaned slapping your ass repeatly as your bounced up and down on his cock. the two of you were in the backseat, car filling up with steam and the smell of sex in the air. this is now the third time as matt came in you without you tapping out.

“yea my dumb princess being a slut for me? just to not pay a ticket? what a whore” he teased out a breath hearing your moans and whimpers bounce off the walls making him close, he began to pound in you, “ohhh shitt!” you shouted feeling your overstimulated hole get swollen, clenching your pussy against his dick feeling your release coming. “it’s in my stomach!” you stated the obvious feeling tears falling down your cheeks. “oh baby don’t cry, you wanted this right?” he muttered with a smirk on his face wiping your tears with his hand now caressing your cheek.

“imagine the people watching me fuck the shit out of you, think they would like it mhm? think they would think you’re a little slut?” he questioned now fucking you back at a fast pace. the two of you whimpered in unison. “oh fuckkkk i love this pussy, i wanna be in it forever” he moaned squeezing his eyes shut. “matt please let me cum, cum with me” you shouted letting your head up feeling yourself coming undone on his dick.

your words went straight to matt’s dick, “please cum baby, let me come in that tight pussy” he rambled his words giving you no time to let out a slight scream coming undone on his cock, feeling yourself seeing stars. feeling your warmth drip down his dick made him cum on the spot. “fuck that was amazing” he sighed out of breath pulling his dick out of you as you hissed at the emptiness, matt began to help you put your clothes on as you helped him.

“i think im gonna pass some more red lights”

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jasonsmirrorball · 6 months

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OCTOBER 28: IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU BABY (NO ONE ELSE IN THIS WORLD CAN) JASON TODD (3.3K)

kinktober prompt: overstimulation | kinktober masterlist

synopsis. jason doesn't seem to understand just how attractive he is, so it falls to you to make sure he knows who he belongs to.

cw: f!reader, edging, overstimulation, oral sex (m! receiving), piv sex, public sex, exhibitionism, dirty talk, dom!reader, minor begging, switchy jason, possessive reader minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact you will be blocked

You leave Jason’s side for one brief moment–the host of the party comes up to where you’re standing in the kitchen, asking for a favour as more and more people start arriving and you excuse yourself from his arms with a playful wink.

“We need to go on a drinks run,” she lets you know, running a hand through her hair, and you giggle when it moves away from her shoulder, exposing the spot on her neck to you. She grins, her gaze cutting across the room to find the perpetrator, a tall, brown skinned boy who, judging by the way he’s looking at her, is eagerly waiting for her to return to him. “Can you move your car for a sec? Sorry, I didn’t think I’d need to use the car tonight.”

Your eyes widen, shaking your head. “Oh! Yeah, no, of course.”

It’s easy enough to pull out of the driveway, Jason’s keys still in your purse from where he’d slipped them earlier but finding a spot on the crowded suburban street is difficult, and by the time you return to the house, you’re impatient to get back to Jason’s side.

It had taken a monumental effort on your part to even get him here, tonight, after the week the both of you had had, and you weren’t sure he’d be pleased at being left alone for too long. He’d only started to loosen up a little when you’d been called away, eyes slipping into a half lidded gaze that warmed you right down to your toes, hands possessively skimming the too tiny skirt you’d zipped yourself into.

A low bass reverberates through the walls when you enter, thumping loud enough that you feel it as you make your way across the floor, crawling up from the ground and settling in your veins. All around you, bodies are bathed in a soft blue and purple glow, glitter refracting off exposed collars and arms. Your own wrists twinkle with the residue as you bump into girls who giggle out drunken apologies, and you can’t help but smile.

Still, you weave your way through the packed first floor to the back of the house, where the crowd thins and tapers off. Only a few people mill about in the kitchen, and surprisingly, your boyfriend isn’t one of them.

You stop short in the entrance to the kitchen, sweeping across the space to make sure you haven’t missed him, but sure enough, not a single one bears any resemblance to your six foot something man.

“I think he went to the bathroom!” one of the guys nearby says, who’d been talking to Jason when you’d last seen him, and you shoot him a grateful smile before spinning on your heel.

You go no further than the foyer, about to climb the staircase, when your gaze pulls back into the living room and–

There he is. Standing at the far edge of the room, pouring himself a drink, bathed in bright violet and indigo, is Jason. You admire the lines of his face, lips shiny from the drink in his hands and catching the light.

As though tugged forward by some invisible thread, your feet propel forward of their own conviction, and you’re pushing through the throng again, swallowed by the sea of bodies but your gaze remains on the man ahead.

Even beneath the jacket he dons, the white t-shirt is tight around his chest and you stare shamelessly, flames sparking low in the pit of your stomach when you catch a glimpse of the chain around his neck, silver glittering low in the light as he shifts, tucked into the collar where its pendant remains unseen.

You reach the edges of the crowd and your steps slow as you approach him, blood icing over when you take in the girl he’s talking to. Reaching out, you murmur his name.

It mollifies you that he hears you immediately, head snapping your way and eyes lighting in quiet pleasure.

“Sweetheart.” He curls an arm around your waist unthinkingly and you settle into his side, offering the girl–still unnamed–a quick smile. “What took you so long?”

“Sorry,” you reply, peering into the cup in his hand. “Had to move the car, and it took forever to find somewhere to park. What’s in this?”

“Just juice–that was mine,” he chides, when you finish the rest of it off. “Nice, baby. Really nice.”

“You’re not drinking tonight?”

It takes you a moment to realise the question is addressed to you, Jason’s companion looking at you expectantly and you startle, jumping to answer.

“Sorry, yeah, I’ve got something tomorrow, so…” you hold the cup up by way of explanation, and she nods, face breaking out into an understanding grin.

She’s pretty, with sleek dark hair and eyes that are curtained by a set of thick, full lashes. You feel a little silly, when she smiles at you so nicely, for acting so childishly. She doesn’t seem to have noticed your little pout, though, or if she has she doesn’t let on, tucking a lock of hair behind her hair and introducing herself.

“I don’t think we’ve met,” she says, and you shake your head in agreement, giving her your name. Her eyes cut back and forth between you and Jason, and then she’s stepping back a little, jabbing a thumb over her shoulder. “I’ve gotta get going, but I’ll probably see you guys around.”

“See you,” you echo and behind you Jason mutters the same sentiment, his chin brushing the top of your head.

You wait until she’s out of sight before turning in his arms, hand coming up to slip under the neck of his top. Immediately he begins to squirm, sputtering protests laced with incredulous laughter. “Sweetheart–what are you–”

Your fingers hook under the chain of his necklace, and tug it out until it lays over his shirt, pendant settling against the white material, the blunt silver of your initial hanging over his heart. Only then do you let go.

When you go to turn back around, he catches your chin in his hand, eyes searching yours for a moment before his mouth breaks out into the most cocky grin you’ve ever seen, dripping with barely contained arrogance. You know then that you’ve been caught out but you simply raise a brow, keeping your face impassive as best as you can.

“Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know,” he lilts playfully, voice dropping as he bends his head closer, “is something wrong?”

“Everything’s fine, Jason,” you say coolly and if possible, his smirk only widens.

“You sure, baby?” he prods innocently, tilting his head, puppy-like and mockingly naive. Red skims across his jaw, a slash of light that highlights just how sharp his features are, pretty and inviting.

“I’m sure.” Flatly voiced, it’s a poor assurance and you both know it. You stare up at him for a moment before announcing, “I need to go to the bathroom.”

His brow quirks at the turn of subject but he bobs his head, setting down his empty cup on the sideboard. “Okay, let’s go.”

You turn on your heel and make your way to the stairs. Jason’s hands remain at your waist, close behind as he follows you through the crowd and up the steps. Most of the party is downstairs, and it grows quieter–only marginally–as you climb to the second floor. The music is muddied through the floorboards, pulsing beneath your shoes with every step.

You leave the door open behind you and moved further into the space. When it clicks shut, you know that Jason has followed you in. Good, you think, and lean over the sink to peer into the mirror.

For a few beats, there is only silence, words unspoken over the muffled pounding of the music below. You fiddle with your outfit, smoothing out the fabric of your skirt and wiping the corner of your mouth where the lipstick you’d applied has begun to smudge. In the corner of your eye, Jason leans against the door and you can feel the weight of his gaze on you.

You turn to face him, resting against the sink. He straightens under your gaze.

“Do you get off,” you say steadily, voice low, “on provoking me?”

“Provoking you?”

You push off the sink, taking slow steps towards him. Your shoes click against the floor, and downstairs the music shifts to something more upbeat. You watch Jason’s eyes lazily drag down your figure, his throat jumping when you close the small distance between the both of you.

You reach up, hooking your index finger under the chain around his neck. The letter rests against the pad of your finger, the accompanying birthstone twinkling with the movement.

“It’s funny,” you muse, your tone anything but amused. “You wear this, but it really feels like you don’t know who you belong to. Guess I’m gonna have to show you. Is that what you want?”

When he doesn’t speak, you tug on the chain and he jerks forward, lashes fluttering and pupils expanding as he stares down at you. In one breath, his teal irises are swallowed by onyx pools, lips parting in want.

“Yeah,” he rasps out. “Yeah, that’s what I want.”

You shake your head before pulling him down and slotting your mouth to his. He tastes sweet, the juice lingering on his tongue. Hands wrap around your waist and you press closer, feeling the heat of his chest against yours. The leather of his jacket squeaks with the strain of his arms and you can’t help but smile into his mouth, tongue darting out to lick at the seam of his mouth.

“Lock the door,” you murmur into his mouth, willing your voice to remain steady but it comes out a little breathless. He huffs out a laugh but reaches behind him nonetheless, twisting the lock with a click that echoes slightly in the tiled bathroom.

You twist away slightly, redirecting your attention to his jaw and grazing your teeth along the skin there. He shivers, head dropping against the wooden door and providing you better access. Control steadily unravelling, you surge forward to mouth at his neck. He squirms, pitiful little exhales bordering on whines as you lave at the skin, pulling it with your teeth and soothing it over with your tongue.

“Ah–sweetheart, I–” he stumbles over his words, hands gripping the fabric of your skirt tightly. It bunches up in his fists, and you feel the glide of it as it rides up your thighs.

Pulling back to survey your work, you grin up at him with spit slicked lips before swatting his hands away and sinking to your knees. Nosing at his thigh, you fumble with the clasp of his belt and undo his jeans hastily, tugging his pants and boxers down in one pull. One of your hands come up to push the hem of his white shirt upwards in silent direction, and obediently he bites the fabric. Unobstructed, his cock presses against his stomach and your smile feels filthy as you shuffle forward.

The tiles beneath your knees are cold and unforgiving, but you ignore them as you take him into your mouth. Above you, there’s a muffle whimper as you suckle on the head, drool gathering on your tongue as you close your lips around him messily. The pearl of spend settles on your tongue, salty and slightly bitter, and you relax your jaw to take more of him in. The muscles in his stomach contract and you hum, directing your eyes upward.

Jason stares down at you through lowered eyelids, lashes casting swooping shadows on his cheeks, breathing ragged. A flush settles over his face, a pink tint painted over his nose and cheeks that ruins any semblance of composure–he groans, eyes squeezing shut and straining open to gaze at you. His hand comes to settle on your cheek, cradling your head with trembling fingers.

Your own hands part ways, one reaching to his mouth and the other sneaking beneath your parted thighs. Jason spits into your palm, shirt falling back down and you close your fingers around the rest of his cock, squeezing the length your mouth doesn’t take in. He takes the dampened fabric into his free hand, balling the hem against his chest.

“Shit, jus’ like that,” he gasps, fingers against your cheek pressing into the flesh and you hum, bobbing your head.

Between your legs, your underwear has grown slick, thin and flimsy and not meant for much more than pleasing the eye. You tug them to the side, immediately greeted by wet strings that coat your fingers. Your legs ache as you shift, pressing circles into your most sensitive parts as you sloppily mouth at Jason’s cock.

You can barely hear the party over the sound of your heartbeat, thundering in your ears, but a garbled noise reaches you. Jason chokes on a breath, head tipping back and stomach tightening visibly as he approaches his peak. With an amused hum, you pull your mouth off him, hand splaying across his thigh as his orgasm is cut off abruptly.

He looks down at you, brows pinching confusedly.

“You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?” you coo. You shake your head, tutting. “What kind of a lesson would that be, baby.”

Your fingers continue to move beneath your skirt and a noise gets caught in your throat. Jazon zeroes in on it, eyes cutting to your legs and groaning.

“Not fair,” he grumbles and you lean against his thigh, cheek pressing against the soft flesh.

“Mm…no I think this is pretty fair,” you murmur, kissing the skin. “I wasn’t the one chatting up some other girl.”

“Wasn’t chatting her up,” he denies, and you shift up again, reaching for his cock. Mouth softly at the head, you swipe your thumb across the slit and watch him shudder.

“No?” you question. He shakes his head.

“Was just talkin’.”

“So I should let you come, huh?” you mumble, taking him into your mouth once more and his hips stutter forward when you suck a little harder.

“Fuck,” he grouses, breath hitching. “Sweetheart–please.”

You smile as best as you can with the weight of him pressing on your tongue, but don’t answer. Your legs have begun to tremble with the strain of supporting your body, knees aching terribly against the tile, but you take pleasure in watching Jason turn desperate.

For a little while longer, you continue your ministrations to the sound of Jason’s breathless whispers above you–

“Just like that–fuck, you’re so good–”

One, drawn out, “Ugh, sweetheart.”

You rock your hips against your fingers, your own whimpers muffled and vibrating against his cock. His breaths steadily grow shallower, movements jerky under your mouth and hands until he’s loudly gasping, teetering on the edge of release. Immediately, your lips pop off him, hand falling to your side and he kicks his head back into the door, face crumpling.

You raise on shaky knees, taking the hand he offers you to lean against him for a moment before you pull him with you to the counter, slipping onto the marble. Jason steps between your legs, pushing you against the mirror and you feel a few items clatter to the floor, the sound of hard plastic against tile echoing. You’re uncaring, slipping your fingers into his mouth and using the other hand to guide his along your hips.

Wordlessly, Jason tugs the hem of your skirt up, tongue soft and wet around your fingers. When you pull them from his mouth, he gives you a dippy grin, swooping down to kiss you messily.

“You think you deserve to cum?” you murmur into his mouth, and he hisses.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he presses, pleading. “Need it so bad.”

You reach between the both of you, circling your hand around his cock once more before guiding him to your entrance, head catching against your clit for a moment and sending a shudder through the both of you before it slips in. Jason sighs, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, angling your mouth to his ear.

“Prove it to me,” you say lowly, “that you deserve it.”

Like a switch has been flipped, he thrusts forward, setting a dizzying pace that makes it difficult for you to stay quiet. Sweat crowds at your temples as he stretches you out and fucks you, hips slapping against yours.

Downstairs, the party rages on and you’re grateful for the noise when it becomes too hard to hide the whimpers Jason pulls from you, teeth digging into your bottom lip in a weak effort to muffle the cries that slip loose when he angles his hips just so, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. Your toes curl in your shoes, legs hitched up around his waist.

“‘S not enough is it,” you find yourself gasping, fingers digging into his back through his shirt. “Gotta–fuck–gotta mark you up so everybody knows you’re–oh–taken!”

“So. Fuckin’. Jealous.” Jason times his thrusts with each word, sending you arching off the counter.

“You knew that when you d-decided to date me,” you grit, a few tears slipping from your eyes when you close them. “Knew that when you put that necklace on.”

He grins, a wild thing in the flickering bathroom light, almost feral as he drags his teeth down the side of your neck. “Mm…got me there,” he mumbles into your skin.

You catch his hair in your hand, pulling him away to look at you.

“Tell me who you belong to,” you say raggedly, “and I’ll let you come.”

His hips stutter and he slots his mouth against yours, the words coming in a rush. “Yours, baby, ‘m all yours,” he gasps. The slick sounds of your sex are loud in the bathroom, Jason’s fingers reaching between the both of you to circle your clit in time with his thrusts.

You kiss him back, feeling your own thread rapidly unravel with every slap of his hips, growing sloppier as he becomes more desperate. Spit smears across your lips, his tongue licking into your mouth greedily.

“Come for me, then.”

Jason manages to hold off until you break, sloppily fucking into you until you come with a broken moan, fingernails digging into his shoulder and likely ruining his shirt. He pulls out just as he finishes, coming all over your bare thighs, a wounded sound broken off in his throat.

You stare dazedly at the streams of white as you come down from your high, cum slipping down your legs slowly while you regain your breath. When you look up, Jason looks just as disheveled, hair mussed and clothes wrinkled from both your hands and his. The bruises on his neck have begun to bloom already, dark marks of purple that litter his skin.

“You’re ridiculous,” he huffs when he catches you eyeing them, reaching for some toilet paper. You sit on the counter and let him wipe you down, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Getting jealous over some random girl.”

“If I can’t have you…” you trail off in a hum and he rolls his eyes, swooping down to kiss you.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m yours, you freak,” he reminds you, and then catching sight of his reflection in the mirror behind you, he grimaces. He begins to complain, “Fuck, sweetheart, how the fuck ‘m I supposed to get out of here looking like this…look like I got mauled.”

You can only offer an innocent smile when he tugs a hand through his hair.

“You know I’m totally gonna get you back for this, right?”

Tugging down your skirt and fixing your top, you head for the door to unlock it. You look over your shoulder, halfway across the threshold.

“Kind of counting on it, handsome.”

The last thing you see before you slip outside is his slackened jaw.

this is so unedited because i was in a rush and i refuse to go through grammarly or any ai to check it. i'm sorry if there are any spelling errors etc i will hopefully come back to fix them but for now!! here is the 4th and second to last installment of kinktober!!!!

#mangacap by stepghost #mdni banner by benkeibear #ro's kinktober '23 #jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #jason todd fic #jason todd imagine #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x reader smut #jasonsmirrorball #jay my heart #kinktober 2023

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blake-1030 · 1 month

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Ghoul heeadcanon’s, cause why not??

No NSFW

Aurora

Definitely collects things, like trinkets or coins

Doesn’t like potatoes (idk)

Doesn’t understand he concept of cars, because they don’t have them in the pit

“Why don’t the humans just walk?”

Probably doesn’t understand buses, planes, and boats. That sort of thing

Cumulus

Loves glee, her favourite character is Mercedes

Is an amazing chef

She definitely says “oops” when she knocks something over

Doesn’t understand why sexism exists. Because in the pit all ghouls and ghoulette’s are treated the same

“Wait, human girls are treated like that?”

Cirrus

Can’t cook for the life of her

Her ringtone is definitely a recording of one of the ghouls saying ‘ring ring’ over and over again

I can picture her tapping the top of door frames when she walks under them

Doesn’t understand why humans don’t have elements

Mountain

Also taps the top of door frames (definitely teases Dew that he can’t reach the top)

Can’t cook, but is an amazing baker

He has a greenhouse outside and keeps smaller plants on his windowsill

Doesn’t understand that he’s a literal giant and just thinks everyone else is tiny

Phantom

Tried to learn how to cook, is now permanently banned from being within three foot of an oven ever again

Dances around with headphones in the middle of the night

Gives all the ghouls random hugs at the most random times

Like, they could be getting a pot out of a drawer and phantom will just walk up and hug them

Doesn’t get why Dewdrop is so warm

“I’m a fire ghoul, that’s why” Dew said to him one time

“Huh?”

Swiss

Loves shortbread for some reason

Picks the ghouls up and carries them around

Tried to pick mountain up once and practically broke his back

Loves drawing

It’s still sinking in that Phantom and Aurora are still getting used to earth, so sometimes he’ll say something and the new ghoul/ette won’t understand and he’ll be like “how do you not know that?”

Dewdrop

Is an oven so in the winter everyone clouds around him

Hates to admit he likes to get hugs

He may seem all angry and excited all the time, but as soon as you massage his scalp it back he is like a puppy

He keeps a small pendant in his pocket that Aether gave him before he left

He DIDNT ever hate Phantom because he replaced Aether. He accepted that Aether wasn’t coming back, so he was okay with phantom

Rain

Tried to teach Cumulus bass for some reason????

Eats practically every meal with a spoon

Cereal, noodles, soup, and toast are half of what he eats

Ironically hates the sound of rain

Loves to annoy Mountain

Like poking him and humming all the time, but mountains too much of a sweetheart to say anything

That just annoys rain lol

Is actually an amazing drawer, Swiss taught him how to draw

#nameless ghouls #headcanon #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #aurora ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #ghost band

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mrsarnasdelicious · 3 months

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New Years Resolution - DJ Sihtric

Happy New Years, ya naughties.

"You look fucking fantastic baby." Sihtric growls as you erupt from the bedroom. He's wearing scuffed up converse, his lucky shoes, black ripped jeans and a black shirt under the leather jacket that makes you wet instantly. You close the distance and pull him to you by the mjolnir pendant on the leather string that he never takes off. Sihtric smirks against your lips as he kisses you.

"You ready baby?" He murmurs against your lips. "If you are." You reply. "For you, always." Sihtric smirks. You roll your eyes. "Let's just go." You cooe.

Sihtric texts his driver and grabs your coat.

Swiflty you are brought to the party Sihtric will be playing at. He's one of five DJ's that night, alongside Sigtryggr, Ragnar, Aethelwold and Skade. But your fiance is playing the main booth.

You follow Sihtric up to his booth, feeling the party goers eyes on you as you ascend the stairs. They know you by now. Sihtric's never been quiet about how much he loves you.

Sihtric grabs his mic and flicks it on. "You ready to kick 2023 out of the fucking door!" He hollers. The crowd cheers and yells back up at him. Sihtric grins wickedly. "So, leeeet's kick it." He yells, pressing a few buttons and the music starts building to a base drop. The crowd goes nuts. You think they are a bit too easy to please, but hey, they pay Sihtric well for it, so you are not complaining.

The crowds are dancing and Sihtric bobs his head a little and keeps post-phoning the bass. "You're a jerk." You chuckle. "I know." Sihtric grins at you. "Kiss you when the base drops?" You tease. "Cheeky, I like it." His grin grows into a smirk. He slaps your ass and stuffs his hand in your back pocket. "Damn, I want you." He growls.

"Make that bass drop and maybe I'll see what I can do." You cooe. "Minx." Sihtric pulls you closer, his lips on your neck. "Baaabey." You titter. He flicks a switch and the base drops like a tonne of bricks. You feel it in your bones. "Fuck, now I am wet." You groan. "Good." Sihtric smirks. "Because I am shoving it in at midnight baby." He grins and winks at you. "Now who is a minx?" You retort. He gropes your ass firmly and kisses your neck. You moan sweetly upon his ministration.

"I am so fucking hard for you." He growls, just below your ear. "Two more hours till midnight." You cooe. "Fuck baby, I can't stand that." Sihtric swears. "I could edge you." You tease, backing up, grinding against his crotch. Sihtric groans lustily. "You are a very cruel, woman." He nips at your neck. "But you like that." You titter. "Fuck yeah I do." He agrees.

You keep grinding against him.

Sihtric manages to stay focussed, though he most certainly riciprocates. He grinds his hard cock against your ass.

He slips a hand into your trousers, rubbing you through the cloth of your panties. You moan sweetly and roll your hips into his hand. "Good woman." Sihtric growls. He nips at the lobe of your ear, twists some knobs and the crowd goes wild. He hand goes into your panties. "Fuck, you are soaked." He grunts. "Can you blame me?" You murmur.

He begins to caress you and you grit your teeth in order not to moan. It's so good, he knows just how to get you going. The way he rubs your clit it absolutely heavenly. And then he delves a thick finger into you and you gasp in pleasure. "Good girl." Sihtric growls. You whine and shudder.

He fucks you with one finger, shoving as deep inside you and he can. You moan, bearing down to get some friction on your clit. "So greedy." Sihtric chuckles, pressing his palm against your cunt. You moan lustily and grind against him. He's swiftly working you to orgasm. You just need a little more. "Al-almost there." You whine. "Oh, you wana cum?" Sihtric growls.

"Beg for it." He taunts, before amping up the base. The crowd goes wild, and you are sure no one will hear you, only Sihtric. "Beg." He says firmly. You whine loudly. "Please, please. Oh please, let me cum, sir." You mewl. "You can do better than that." Sihtric seeks out your gspot. You squeal rather loudly.

"Don't you dare cum until I allow you." He growls against your ear. It is almost your undoing.

"Please please please please please." You chant. You are so close to the edge, already. "Yes, that is right." Sihtric grins, slapping you on the ass with a firm flat hand. You squeal and grind more firmly against his hand. "Cum for me, then." Sihtric says firmly. He presses the tip on his finger against your g-spot and you come apart under his touches.

"Good girl." Sihtric praises, slapping your ass again.

"Almost midnight, too." He remarks. "No New Years Kiss for you, baby. No, you are getting my cock." He taunts, kissing along your jaw. You lean back against his shoulder and moan. He is still fucking you with his finger and it makes you needy for more. You need him inside you. But you know he will keep to his word. You knew he will keep you waiting till midnight.

"Wana cum again?" He nips at the shell of your ear. "Oh, yes, please." You whine. "Your wish is my command, my love." He chuckles, his mouth moving to the lobe of your ear and sucking it firmly. He moves his free hand into your panties as well and pinches your clit. "Oh Gods!" You moan loudly. "Exactly." Sihtric growls, shoving another digit inside you.

"I want your cock." You whine. "You'll have to wait a little longer." Sihtric taunts.

In the half hour leading up to the count down, Sihtric makes you cum five more times. You are more than just desperate by the time the crowd starts to count. Sihtric switches on a massive bass build.

He pulls down your panties.

He opens his belt and fly.

He fishes his cock from his boxers.

Sihtric lifts you onto the edge of his 'work area'.

The head of his cock presses against your folds.

You tilt your pelvis for him.

"Good girl." Sihtric grunts.

He parts your folds with his thumb.

Slowly he pushes his cockhead between your folds.

He leans his forehead against yours.

He flicks a switch and the bass drops the moment the crowd yells 'Happy New Year'. And at the same time he shoved his whole length home and you cry out his name.

#sihtric #sihtric kjartansson #sihtric x reader #arnas fedaravicius #happy 2024 bichessss

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megamanrecut · 4 months

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And here's the consolidated list (mostly?) All from Diamond in the Rough, character notes below cut (not in same order as pics)

Considered a few different systems for assigning gems (gemstone family, value, etc.) but ultimately just went with color/relative familiarity of gem. There’s so many cool gems out there~ (I was trying to not be too repetitive with types/use more common ones though Quartz has a million interesting varieties!)

Mega Man, Blue Sapphire Sphere I wavered a lot on his ‘trinket’, Sapphire seemed obvious (especially with Proto being a ruby, both are corundum gemstones) but also considered blue diamond, alexandrite (blue/purple color shift), and aquamarine. For the jewelry, was also considering an atomic model (for chemistry?), a screwdriver, and slightly regretting not considering circlet

Roll, Amethyst Earring: primarily always wanted amethyst, but also considered heliodor, padparadscha sapphire (but it wasn’t quite the right color? and perhaps too obscure), tanzanite, morganite, zoisite, kunsite, iolite, (purple gems etc.) For shape, was considering spikes/fangs though that’s also Treble and Punk’s lol

Bass, Emerald Snake Arm Cuff: loosely based on a real arm cuff I saw in a book. Also considered black diamond, green diamond (he’s the titular ‘diamond in the rough’), and black opal

Proto Man, Ruby Aviator Badge: I went with ruby in the end, which seemed most obvious choice, but also considered red diamond and bixbite (red beryl)

Elec Man, Black Opal Ring: Also considered chatoyant Sapphire, Alexandrite (??? color shift?), chrysoberyl, angelite/anhydrite, and even hawkeye quartz (loosely inspired by a real hawkeye ‘lightning’ ring, before that I was thinking cufflinks, but seemed weird for him to become either a pair of gems, or even a single cufflink lol)

Jewel Man, Colorless Beryl (Goshenite) Monocle - also considered rock crystal, diamond, and Padparadscha sapphire. Apparently both beryl and rock crystal were historically used for eyeglasses. Monocle is a reference to gentleman thief archtypes, also they are just fancy. (Also I realized while drawing this that having a plique a jour monocle chain is probably super impractical, oh well lol)

Top Man, Imperial Topaz Pendant in a Jeweled Egg - also considered alexandrite and spinel (for the pun, heh) and spessertite

Kalinka/Mega Girl, Rose Quartz Blossom Barrette: Pink :) though I considered other lesser known (but more valuable) pink gems

Quint, Alexandrite Wristwatch: Quint is a time traveler (of sorts), also considered model armillary sphere/astrolabe, a screwdriver, and jade or malachite or nanocrystal

Wily, Agate Cameo Belt Buckle: Loosely inspired by his skull belt in some of his game art, also considered amythist

Dr. Light, Alabaster bead on a bookmark tassel: Dr. Light likes books! Was also considering rock crystal and goshenite

Ring Man, Zircon Hoop Bracelet: Reference to both his namesake and his carney background. Was also considering class ring (before assigning the ring to Elec Man) and a circlet. ‘Zircon’ just sounds circusy, must be the Z

Magnet Man, Garnet Horseshoe Amulet: garnets are apparently magnetic, also considered fridge magnet

Cut Man, Citrine Paperknife: for obvious reasons. I also considered topaz for the gem

Guts Man, Tourmaline Paperweight: funny/fitting pairing with the paper knife, the shape is in reference to the boulder he holds in game art (for a brief week, was a rock crystal until I realized those are clear lol smokey quartz would have made more sense)

Punk, Spinel Motorcycle Chain: ‘Spinel’ may be a derivative from Latin ’spina’ which means thorn

Rush, Labradorite Bone Collar Tag: Went for the pun!

Treble, Howlite Fang: and ditto for Treble

Others that weren’t in chapter (this list has no significance what-so-ever, I brainstormed a list of gems but also ‘trinkets’ and my brain just started associating lol)

Beat, Aquamarine Aigrette: Beat actually avoided transformation, but that’s what he would have been

Gyro Man: Mood Ring

Dr. Cossack: Selenite something or other

Dark Man: D20

Time Man: a pocket watch

Enker: Chess piece

Metal Man: A knife

Shadow Man: Also a knife, maybe jade

Yamato Man: Natsuke

Burner Man: Match Box

Fake Man: phenakite, derived from greek word for deceiver

Magic Man: Card Case

Needle Man: Rutilated quartz (it has needle-like inclusions)

Pharaoh Man: Scarab collar pin/cloak clasp

Star Man: Star Saphire?

And that's it from the notes, haha.

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didierleclair · 2 months

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LESTER YOUNG, ALIAS PREZ

The man was a legend even among his peers. He was “Prez” for President. His playing is very relaxed. The saxophonist’s approach was clean and sophisticated. He played in Count Basie Orchestra for many years and left to play with different bands.

The tenor saxophonist collaborated with Charlie Parker, Kenny Clarke, Nat King Cole and many others. He’d play his songs with deep and lower riffs and he’d go up with a smooth effortless tone.

Lester Young was a great friend of Billie Holiday. They worked together and he was known for his way of speaking. Billie Holiday became “Lady Day” and bass players were called “Deep Sea divers”.

I would recommend “These foolish things” when the master is really on top of his game. Suave, assertive but always classy. That’s Lester Young forever.

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L’homme était une légende parmi ses collègues. On le surnommait « Prez » pour président. Sa façon de jouer était décontractée. Son style direct et sophistiqué. Le saxophoniste a joué dans l’orchestre de Count Basie pendant des années et après avec différents groupes.

Il jouait le sax ténor et parmi les musiciens avec qui il jouait, on peut citer Charlie Parker, Kenny Clarke, Nat King Cole et plein d’autres. Il jouait avec des refrains bas, puis il pouvait remonter sans effort.

Lester Young était un grand ami de Billie Holiday. Ils ont travaillé ensemble et avec sa façon originale de parler, il l’appelait « Lady Day ». Tandis que les joueurs de bass s’appelaient « les plongeurs en mer profonde. »

Je recommande d’écouter « These Foolish things » quand le maître est au sommet de son art. Suave, sûr de lui mais toujours avec class.

#lester young #jazz #jazz music #jazz master

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maddog3032 · 2 months

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#handmade #maddogsilver #shoplocal #silversmithing #gettingitdone #sterlingsilver #customjewelry #bass #Bass pendant #fish

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ernestinee · 4 months

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J'ai échoué.

Une enfance à être sage comme une image, dessiner, lire, étudier, me tenir droite.

Apprendre vite, jamais malade, intéressée, calme au restaurant, me tenir droite, bien droite sur ma chaise, les couverts bien en main, finir mon steak.

Dessiner, colorier, lire, apprendre, bien parler, bien articuler, être polie, soigner mon vocabulaire, être calme, méticuleuse, attentive, arrêter d'être dans la lune. Finir mon assiette même si c'est froid. Me dépêcher.

Arrêter de parler aux animaux, aux fleurs, aux arbres, au ruisseau, arrêter de contempler, arrêter de ramasser des cailloux, des plumes, des coquilles d'escargots, me laver les mains, bien frotter les ongles, me concentrer, me tenir droite, être sage.

Et m'évader parfois, écouter le chuchotement des arbres avec mon grand-père, m'enivrer de l'odeur de ses tomates, mettre une framboise sur chaque doigt, éclater les grosses groseilles blanches entre la langue et le palais, grimper sur le tas de bois avec le coq de la basse-cour et lui raconter ma journée pendant qu'il s'endort sur mes genoux, lire sur une grosse branche, m'endormir dans le poulailler.

Une adolescence à étudier, être bien, savoir bien, expliquer calmement, ne pas crier, pas d'éclat, pas claquer les portes, bien manger, être cartésienne, logique, marcher droit, avancer, me décider, comprendre la politique, connaître l'histoire, m'intéresser à tout pour pouvoir tenir une conversation, étudier beaucoup. Vite et beaucoup.

J'ai passé des années à tenter d'entrer dans le moule prévu pour moi, mais j'ai été régulièrement ramenée à ma propre réalité, comme si un élastique m'empêchait de trop m'éloigner de mon enfant intérieur. Je me suis conformée à ce qu'on attendait de moi, avec parfois quelques éclats plutôt salutaires pour la plupart.

J'ai aiguisé mon libre arbitre sur le tard, une fois lancée dans cette vie que j'ai déjà qualifiée de tunnel, et voilà seulement quelques années que l'enfant intérieur parle plus fort que l'adulte. Il hurle parfois, il me hurle dessus quand je suis trop organisée. Trop rapide, trop concentrée, trop absente de ma vie. J'ai décidé de vivre slow et d'embarquer ma famille là dedans, de réduire presque à néant ma consommation de viande, d'être lente et contemplative sans que ça ne soit péjoratif, d'écouter davantage la nature et ma nature.

Des années à me conformer et avant-hier je parlais à ma mère de l'un de ses voisins, "il est bizarre" me dit-elle "tu t'entendrais bien avec lui". Je questionne d'un regard. "Beh t'es un peu bizarre, comme adulte"

Victoire, j'ai échoué !

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jupiterzarts · 8 months

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the two stinkies as teens

ALSO MADE MIKE’S (fanmade) SON LMFAO

Brock gets his eyes from his papa 🫡 here are the two, the cousins- they somehow get along kinda well even though Brock hated Evan since what Steven did to Mike, buuuut they end up making up and being close and Brock relentlessly always talks to Evan while Evan is just awkward and quiet

A STRANGE DUO THAT MADE SHIT WORK

Fun facts-

BROCK:

- 19

- has a shark tooth pendant

- plays bass guitar

- is 5’6 and 155 lbs

- is a pothead

- Is extremely extroverted and always bribes Evan to open up

- expelled from Trainer’s school for being related to Steven (uncle)

- calls Steven ‘oldass’

- has his dad’s optimistic attitude

- is his cousin’s personal cheerleader

EVAN:

- 16

- doesn’t hate his father for what he did but had a hard time processing it

- is 6'0??? Genetics

- was also expelled from Trainer’s school for being Steven’s son

- hates to be compared to Steven, as he constantly gets compared to him

- has (mosiac) down syndrome

-has a pet frog named greenie which he stole from a park as a kid

- has a few toys given to him by Mike when Evan was little (a charmander and squirtle plush)

#fnf #glitchy red #hypnos lullaby #creepypasta #lost silver #pokemon #pokepasta #fnf hypno lullaby #steven strangled red #strangled red #mikefnf #fypシ #strangled red tag #digital art

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homomenhommes · 1 month

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saga: SOUMISSION / DOMINATION 130

Exhibition en boite

Je passe le samedi après midi à me préparer. Epilation parfaite, la ligne de poils restants est bien droite de ma bite à mon nombril. Rasé de près, je fais une bonne heure de muscu pour bien gonfler mes muscles. Le résultat est plus que correct. Je me prépare le trou en début de soirée ( lavements, graissage en profondeur, plug) et Samir et Ammed viennent me masser le corps avec une huile qui met encore plus mes muscles en valeur. Séchée, ma peau bronzée garde un aspect satiné. Marc admire le résultat et me demande d'être plus souvent aussi nickel. Je le vois bander ferme sous le cuir de son pantalon. Pour moi, il hésite encore sur ma tenue. Comme nous allons en boite en voiture, je ne suis pas obligé aux protections motos. Je teste : jock, jock + short jeans, short jeans seul, marcel ou non, blouson cuir... Pour les pieds c'est facile, chaussettes roulées dans mes caters. Finalement ce sera jock + short jeans coupé, marcel athlétique blanc moulant, perfecto et mon collier à clous.

Malgré mon impatience, nous ne nous pointons à l'entrée qu'après 1h du matin. La boite est pleine, les mecs derrière le bar n'ont pas changés et nous avons droit à un accueil chaleureux, Marc étant félicité pour moi. ;Un des serveurs auquel j'avais tapé dans l'oeil admire ma prise de muscle. Il nous prévient que je ne suis pas le seul de mon " genre " ce soir là, deux couples ont déjà rejoint la backroom. Genre musclé ou soumis ?? Je m'alcoolise un peu et nous glissons dans la partie plus chaude de l'établissement. Notre entrée déclenche pas mal de commentaires. Certain n'hésitant pas à me pincer les fesses ou une hanche. Je suis Marc jusqu'à aux salles à sling. Toutes occupées. Nous repérons les deux autres couples, pour l'un c'est la soumission mais le slave est maigrichon, pour l'autre pas de marque de domination mais un jeune plutôt bien musclé en short moulant à souhait. Marc se rapproche des derniers et propose au " propriétaire " un plan à 4. Je suis jaugé de la tête aux pieds. Quand je sens le regard du mec sur mes caters, je me tourne pour qu'il puisse admirer le coté pile de l'animal. Pas de présentations mais nos " vieux " nous entrainent dans une salle qu'ils vident d'un couple en cours de pipe.

Sur ordre je me rapproche du jeune et nous commençons à nous toucher. Je sens ses muscles rouler sous la pression de mes mains. Les miens (de muscles) font pareil sous les siennes (de mains). Il est bien ferme et nous prenons plaisir à ce massage improvisé. La preuve il déforme le tissu élastique de son shorty et moi je pousse les boutons du jeans de façon pornographique. Mes mains descendent sur sa bite. il me semble que nous soyons pareillement équipé. Ses mains libèrent ma bite de sa prison et elle peut se développer déformant la poche élastique du Jock. Malgré mon collier qui fait de moi un passif soumis, c'est lui qui le premier tombe à genoux pour s'occuper de ma turgescence. Il m'excite trop ce beau mec et ne je ne peux m'empêcher de donner un coup de rein quand je bute sur sa glotte. Il avale vaillamment mes 20cm. On ordre de 69 nous parvient de son mec. Je regarde Marc car nous ne sommes pas Kpotés. Il me fait signe d'y aller. Nous avisons la table basse centrale et après avoir dénudé mon partenaire, je m'y couche sur le dos. Il arrive au dessus de moi en 69. Nous sommes presque de la même taille et nous nous emboitons parfaitement. J'avais raison, il est monté 20cm comme moi. Nous nous pompons un bon moment prenant chacun plaisir à téter une bite de bonne dimension, propre, droite, rasée de près. Marc nous dit de nous relever. L'un a coté de l'autre, une glace nous renvoi notre image. Je n'avais pas remarqué jusque là à quel point nous nous ressemblions tous les deux. Marc et l'autre dominant s'étaient dévêtus pendant notre 69. Correct l'autre mec, un peu plus âgé que Marc mais pas gras pour autant et monté lui aussi correctement (je saurais plus tard un 23 x 6). D'un geste de Marc je me retrouve a sucer le mec de mon sosie et lui fait de même sur le mien. Bien raides, ils nous placent sur le dos cote à cote et kpotés nous enculent virilement. L'autre mec met plus de violence dans ses coups de rein et je me trouve secoué comme un prunier (mais un prunier qui prend son pied !). Il alterne avec Marc et je retrouve de temps en temps les sensations habituelles. Cela me fait apprécier d'autant les exigences de cette nouvelle bite. Je tourne la tête vers mon homologue. Il approche ses lèvres et malgré les soubresauts, nous arrivons à nous rouler un patin qui rajoute à notre plaisir mutuel. Sans se concerter ils remplissent au même moment leurs kpotes, calés au fond de nos culs. Nous jutons de sentir les derniers assauts dans nos cul. Libérés de l'emprise de leurs sexes, je bascule vers mon voisin et nous nous collons pour un patin bien roulé. Nos spermes se mélangent sous la pression de nos abdominaux. Nos hommes nous tendent des Sopalins, nous essuyons nos tablettes et ils nous invitent à nous remettre correct. Au bar, Marc récupère contre un billet de 50, un CD de nos ébats. Alors que je m'attendais à ce que l'on se casse ou que l'on redescende pour un nouveau plan, Marc a invité nos nouveaux amis à passer le reste du WE à la maison.

Dans la voiture au retour, il m'a expliqué qu'en surfant sur internet, il était tombé sur eux et de voir le jeune en photo, me ressemblant comme un jumeau, il n'avait pu s'empêcher d'organiser ce plan. Ils ne sont pas du coin d'où l'invitation. De plus en discutant avec le plus vieux, il s'était aperçu qu'il voulait entrainer son jeune dans une direction plus hard. D'où l'expérience boite et chez nous un passage au donjon. Les analyses de sang échangées l'avaient rassuré quand à leur état sanitaire.

Il est 4h30 quand nous les dirigeons vers une chambre d'amis et leur montrons la salle de bain attenante. Je suis mort de fatigue. La pression, le stress et la baise m'ont vidé de mon énergie, donc dodo.

Quand je me réveille, je suis seul dans le lit et il est déjà plus de 11h. Passage sous la douche, jock sur le cul, je passe devant la chambre de nos invités. J'écoute l'oreille collée à la porte, pas de bruit. Je l'entrouvre et vois mon alter égo couché nu sur le ventre en travers du lit. Après l'avoir maté quelques minutes et ma bite commençant à se réveiller, je me suis approché et j'ai commencé à passer ma langue sur sa colonne vertébrale de haut en bas, jusqu'à la pointe du sacrum. Arrivé là, ma langue a glissé tout naturellement dans son petit trou bien serré. Gémissements puis je sens une bouche me couvrir le gland et une langue tourner dessus. Je lui dilate la rondelle alors qu'il me met en pleine forme. Une kpote plus tard, je défonçais son cul de salope. Nous avons pris un bon plaisir à ce réveil mouvementé. Après avoir giclé, couchés cote à cote sur le grand lit et les yeux perdus dans le blanc du plafond, nous avons récupéré 5mn. Douche ensemble, puis descente à la cuisine, morts de faim. Samir nous y accueille et nous prépare tout ce que nous désirons en nous proposant de nous servir sur la terrasse. Nous y retrouvons nos mâles. J'embrasse mon Marc alors que le jeune reste bloqué devant la piscine. Il finit par dire bonjour au sien (de mec). Choses faites, je le pousse dans l'eau et nous chahutons avant de nager convenablement. Nous ne sortons de l'eau que quand Ammed nous apporte notre petit déjeuner. Alors que nous dévorons (baise plus natation !) Marc fait les présentations. Le vieux = Alexandre soit Alex, deux ans de plus que Marc Le jeune = Johan a un an de moins que moi.

Nous enchainons avec un déjeuner auquel Johan et moi ne faisons pas trop honneur vu ce que l'on vient de s'enfiler. Petite sieste bronzante, le tartinage de crème nous ayant permis de vérifier l'état d'excitabilité de nos organes, cela augurait bien pour la fin de journée.

Réveillé le premier, j'attrape Johan par un bras et une jambe et l'envoie à l'eau avant qu'il ait le temps de réagir. Ses éclaboussures réveillent nos hommes alors que je plonge. Ils nous rejoignent. Nage et caresses, quand nous sortons, les maillots et jock sont bien déformés. Marc a décidé de leur montrer notre donjon. Draps de bain enroulés à la taille, tongs aux pieds, nous traversons la cour. Un peu de mise en scène pour la découverte de notre salle des plaisirs, entrée dans le noir et éclairages spots sur quelques agrès. Grand silence, Marc le rompe en leur disant que c'était mon oeuvre (j'aime bien quand il le dit, en plus que c'est vrai, ça fait toujours plaisir).

Nous avançons, j'explique les différents postes même si certains seraient passés de commentaires. Pour finir, j'éclaire la partie sanitaire. J'arrache la serviette des reins de Johan et fait tomber la mienne. Je le pousse sous les douches t ouvre les robinets. Je commence à le savonner sensuellement. Il fait de même sur moi avec un temps de retard. J'insiste sur sa rondelle et la sent s'ouvrir doucement. J'attrape une canule et la lui enfonce dans le trou. Surprise mais pas de retrait. J'ouvre l'eau lentement et lui explique l'affaire. Une fois plein, il se retient puis cour vite aux toilettes se vider. Je le lui répète 3 fois avant qu'il ne me dise que c'est tout propre. Je lui demande de me faire la même chose et me retrouve propre dessus comme dedans rapidement.

Alex a été très intéressé par le spectacle et bande comme un malade, Marc aussi d'ailleurs ! J'amène son Johan devant notre selle spéciale, celle équipé d'une assise godée. Il ouvre de grand yeux car le gode en place est notre monstre de 28cm ! Je le rassure et je change l'engin, mettant en place un gode de 21 x 5,5. Faut toujours se goder plus petit que les bites réelles que nous allons prendre. C'est meilleur quand il reste un peu de travail à nos enculeurs.

Pour la démo, je graisse le gode et mon cul avant de monter en appui sur les étriers. Doucement je plis les jambes et viens poser ma rosette sur le gland. Marc me dit d'y aller doucement. Mm par mm je le fais entrer en moi, putain que ça me chauffe les cuisses ! Mais les yeux de Johan et Alex ne quittent pas ma rondelle en train de se faire élargir. Une fois assis sur le cuir, je me relève et saute à terre en disant à Johan de grimper à son tour. Très excité il monte. Je mets une kpote sur le gode que je lubrifie. Je le conseille pendant toute sa descente, quand il pose son cul sur le gland en plastique mais aussi jusqu'à ce qu'il soit complètement envahi. Son mec est ravi, je conseille à Johan de faire faire quelques pas à sa monture avant d'entamer un trot puis un galop. Les limages lents, ça va. Le trot lui pose quelques soucis avec ses couilles qui ne remontent pas assez à la base de sa tige. Je prend les choses en main et équipe ses couilles d'un parachute en cuir équipé d'une chaine suffisamment longue pour venir se clipser sur un collier en cuir que je lui attache autour du cou. Ainsi harnaché, quand il se tient droit, ses couilles sont tirées vers le haut et il ne se les écrase plus entre contre la selle.

Il reprend le trot sans interruption ce coup ci. Il commence à trop apprécier l'exercice et nous le sentons près de l'éjaculation. Nous le stoppons. Je l'aide à descendre et ce faisant lui glisse trois doigts dans son cul. Le gode l'a bien ouvert ! Marc nous indique les slings. J'installe Johan dans l'un, lui fixant les chevilles et les poignets aux chaînes de suspente et règle les hauteur pour que sa bouche et son cul soient à la bonne hauteur, celle des bites bandées de nos maîtres. Choses faites, je m'installe à mon tour sur le sling adjacent. Attaché par Marc et réglé de même, je subis les premiers assauts, histoire de montrer à Johan ce qui l'attend.

Première étape, il me prennent tous les deux la bouche puis la gorge, enfonçant mon nez dans leurs toisons pubiennes. J'encaisse sans broncher les passages de leurs glands derrière mon pharynx. Ils me liment la gorge quelques instants avant de passer à Johan. Ce dernier ayant bien noté ma tête rejetée en arrière, fait de même à l'approche de la bite de Marc. Mon homme s'enfonce délicatement, je le vois buter puis continuer sa progression. Il se retire rapidement, avant que Johan ne s'étouffe. Il n'en sort complètement que quand ce dernier a rythmé sa respiration. Alex le remplace et plus directement, lui envoi ses 23cm entiers. Johan tousse une fois mais se reprend et les fois d'après, encaisse comme un pro. En attendant, Marc est venu faire entretenir sa raideur par ma bouche.

Passage à nos anus. Là pas d'entrainement à faire, un peu de gel sur les kpotes et nous voilà embrochés comme des dindes de Noël. Nos hommes s'échangent nos corps plusieurs fois et nous comparent. La conclusion, je suis un passif beaucoup plus actif que Johan qui serait un passif passif. Il est vrai que je ne suis uniquement passif qu'avec les mecs plus âgés que moi. Avec les autres c'est selon le feeling.

En attendant je remarque que Johan prend bien son pied à être dans cette situation, attaché, utilisé. Il bande comme un malade et ne tarde pas à juter sans même que sa bite soit sollicitée. Pas mal la quantité, il se couvre les abdos de son sperme blanc. Certains jets tombent sur ses pecs et un atteint même son menton. Marc qui à ce moment là est en train de lui ramoner le cul, se retrouve pris dans ses convulsions et il arrive juste à déculer avant d'ajouter une couche de sperme. Alex doublement excité par mon anus et la vue de son minet et train de jouir, se bloque au fond de mon trou et se vide dans sa kpote. Je pulse mon anneau sur sa bite histoire d'en rajouter question stimuli. Il suffit qu'Alex me touche la queue et je jute à mon tour. Je lèche mes lèvres où deux éjaculations ont propulsé mon sperme. Ça me vaut d'être traité de salope ! Tout ça parce qu'on aime son sperme !! c'est franchement injuste.

Une fois détachés, une bonne douche prise avec mon " jumeau " nous nous sommes retrouvés à finir l'après midi au bord de la piscine. Rejoints par Jimmy, présenté comme un fils d'ami. Pas la peine d'entrer dans les détails pour le moment. Johan et moi avons été amusé de sa réaction car tombant sur Johan en maillot, il avait commencé à lui parler comme si c'était moi. Comme je suis intervenu rapidement avant qu'il ne dise un truc inavouable, il a pousser de gros yeux ronds, stupéfait de notre ressemblance.

Marc à promis que nous nous reverrions (avec Alex et Johan) et que nous ferions le déplacement la prochaine fois. Moi je suis très excité par Johan.

JARDINIER

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Quintidi 5 Germinal an CCXXXII

(Dimanche 24 mars 2024 / Sunday, March 24th, 2024)

🇨🇵 Texte en français et en anglais / Text in French and English 🇬🇧/🇺🇲

Le calendrier républicain, adopté pendant la Révolution française, était une tentative de rompre avec le passé monarchique et catholique en instaurant un système de mesure du temps basé sur les valeurs républicaines et agricoles. Chaque jour du calendrier républicain était dédié à une plante, un animal, un outil ou un événement symbolique, reflétant ainsi les idéaux de la Révolution.

Le mois de Germinal dans le calendrier républicain français représente le renouveau et la vitalité de la nature au printemps. Du 20 mars au 19 avril, Germinal est le mois où la terre se réveille de son sommeil hivernal, où les bourgeons éclosent et où les premières fleurs colorent les paysages. Il incarne le début de la saison des semailles et le travail de la terre, symbolisant ainsi l'espoir et la promesse d'une nouvelle récolte. Germinal rappelle également les idéaux républicains de liberté, d'égalité et de fraternité, en invitant chacun à contribuer à l'essor de la société et à cultiver un avenir meilleur.

La journée du 5 Germinal dans le calendrier républicain français est dédiée à la poule, l'un des animaux de basse-cour les plus courants et les plus utiles. Cette journée offre une occasion spéciale de célébrer et d'apprécier la poule pour ses multiples contributions à l'agriculture, à l'alimentation et à la culture.

Les poules, sont élevées pour leurs œufs, leur viande et leur contribution à la gestion des déchets organiques. Elles sont également appréciées pour leur caractère sociable.

Les poules sont des animaux polyvalents qui fournissent une source importante de protéines sous forme d'œufs et de viande. Les œufs de poule sont une source de protéines de haute qualité, de vitamines (notamment la vitamine D, la vitamine B12 et la vitamine A) et de minéraux tels que le fer et le zinc. De plus, la viande de poulet est une source de protéines maigres et constitue une partie importante de l'alimentation dans de nombreuses cultures à travers le monde.

En plus de leur valeur nutritive, les poules offrent également d'autres avantages. Elles jouent un rôle important dans la gestion des déchets organiques en se nourrissant de restes de nourriture et en produisant du fumier riche en nutriments pour les cultures. De plus, leur présence dans les fermes et les jardins peut aider à contrôler les ravageurs et à prévenir les infestations de parasites.

La journée du 5 Germinal est l'occasion de sensibiliser à l'importance de l'élevage des poules de manière responsable et respectueuse du bien-être animal. Les poules élevées en liberté ont accès à un environnement naturel, une alimentation variée et la possibilité d'exprimer leurs comportements naturels, ce qui contribue à leur bien-être global et à la qualité des produits qu'elles fournissent.

En conclusion, la journée du 5 Germinal dans le calendrier républicain est l'occasion de célébrer la poule pour ses multiples contributions à l'agriculture, à l'alimentation et à la culture. En appréciant et en valorisant cet animal polyvalent, nous reconnaissons son importance dans nos vies et dans nos communautés, ainsi que son rôle essentiel dans la production alimentaire et la préservation de l'environnement.

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The Republican calendar, adopted during the French Revolution, was an attempt to break with the monarchical and Catholic past by establishing a system of time measurement based on republican and agricultural values. Each day of the Republican calendar was dedicated to a plant, an animal, a tool, or a symbolic event, thus reflecting the ideals of the Revolution.

The month of Germinal in the French Republican calendar represents the renewal and vitality of nature in spring. From March 20 to April 19, Germinal is the month when the earth awakens from its winter slumber, when buds open, and when the first flowers color the landscapes. It embodies the beginning of the sowing season and the work of the land, symbolizing hope and the promise of a new harvest. Germinal also recalls the republican ideals of liberty, equality, and fraternity, inviting everyone to contribute to the development of society and to cultivate a better future.

The 5th of Germinal in the French republican calendar is dedicated to the chicken, one of the most common and useful barnyard animals. This day provides a special opportunity to celebrate and appreciate the chicken for its multiple contributions to agriculture, food, and culture.

Chickens are raised for their eggs, meat, and their contribution to organic waste management. They are also valued for their sociable nature.

Chickens are versatile animals that provide an important source of protein in the form of eggs and meat. Chicken eggs are a high-quality protein source, containing vitamins (including vitamin D, vitamin B12, and vitamin A) and minerals such as iron and zinc. Additionally, chicken meat is a source of lean protein and is a significant part of the diet in many cultures around the world.

In addition to their nutritional value, chickens offer other benefits. They play a crucial role in organic waste management by feeding on food scraps and producing nutrient-rich manure for crops. Furthermore, their presence on farms and in gardens can help control pests and prevent parasite infestations.

The 5th of Germinal is an opportunity to raise awareness about the importance of raising chickens responsibly and respecting animal welfare. Free-range chickens have access to a natural environment, varied diet, and the opportunity to express their natural behaviors, contributing to their overall well-being and the quality of the products they provide.

In conclusion, the 5th of Germinal in the republican calendar is an opportunity to celebrate the chicken for its multiple contributions to agriculture, food, and culture. By appreciating and valuing this versatile animal, we recognize its importance in our lives and communities, as well as its essential role in food production and environmental preservation.

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