jazzwazzmatazz
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himbo this, bimbo that. in my day there was mambo, and there were five of them.
Heyyyyyyyyy I’ve made a survey for people who like to go bouldering and climbing, I need a ton of audience research for this advert I’m doing for my climbing gym
It’s pretttyyyyty short n sweet, if anyone could take some time to fill it out that would be amazinnnn thank you so much man
“Chat it’s NOT lupus”
thinking about when i mentioned tom and jerry by title alone to my 65 year old father and his only response was to laugh REALLY hard and say "him and that fucking mouse.." while staring into the distance. and then the conversation was over
quantum leap without context
This is what the alphabet looks like from above (Capital first then lowercase)
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Bitch !! !
Mario Ambrosini from Goncharov (1973) is like a girlmutual to me. I want to tuck him into bed at night.
Love this
Kinktober - Day 9 + 10
𝔐.𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 | ℜ𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 | 𝔑𝔞𝔳𝔦. | 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱
Gender: Male reader
Prompt: Blindfolds + Breathplay
Character(s): Tartaglia (Ajax), Scaramouche
Warning(s): 18+, threesome, tops Tartaglia and Moochie, bottom reader, fucking on a desk, etc.
Words: 1000+ (This was only supposed to be under 400 words :'] )
A/N: We are gonna just unsee me being over 20 something days behind, I have been in and out of the hospital due to some recent shit. It's been very tiring so I really haven't felt comfortable writing lately. I promise I'll finish this but I will be throughout November, also thank you to the people who requested some days and gave me ideas.
Fem-aligned, yaoi/fujoshi supporters, pro/comshippers, mlm fetishizers dni you will be blocked
Your bruised knuckles knock on the splintered wooden door making the ugly black name plack ripple against the wood about to fall. An annoyed 'Who is it?' was barked through the door by the 11th harbinger. A shiver runs through your paranoid form, you were the captain of your team which had just failed an important mission to gather info on the blond traveler and his little companion.
"It's the captain of-" You were cut off when the door gets opened suddenly making you silently gasp as you stand before the 6th of the fatui harbingers. The glare that rested upon his face made you take a few steps back spooked. "Uh, I can come back.." You trail off gesturing behind you with your thumb slowly backing up.
Behind Scaramouche your boss Tartaglia stands up shaking his head 'no' and then beckoning you to come into the room. You were stunned not moving an inch which made Scaramouche get impatient. He reaches out gripping your coat and pulls you into the room with the two of them.
Now you stand stiff as a plank in front of your superior your sweaty hands desperately holding onto your coat, your gaze burning holes in the floor. "Report on your latest mission." Tartaglia steadily commanded before taking his seat again as the other harbinger leans against the only exit.
You are hesitant before swallowing all your fears that threaten to creep out. "My lord, I am afraid to report that the mission had gone sideways midway through-" You quickly bumble out, the feeling of Tartaglia seething with each word you spout. The air now hostile seems to slip into your gaping mouth and steal all your breath from your lungs but you still push forward with the report. "The traveler and his guide seemed to notice us and by we were quickly ambushed by them!"
By now the glare that the 11th harbinger was sending you could kill you if you meet his empty eyes. "This is the 4th time you and your team have failed me." His wrathful tone makes your knees almost buck under the pressure. You hear little giggles come from the other harbinger behind you but you don't dare to acknowledge them.
The coat that was on you to protect you from shezhnayas unforgiving elements felt too hot now; it was suffocating you. "What am I to do with you" You hear him fumingly huff. One of his gloved hands drums against the desk in thought for a moment before a sinister chuckle leaves him.
You dare to sneak a glance at him but soon regret it as the look on his face shakes you to your core, you wish you could just melt into the floor. "Come here," He lowly says motioning for you to stand in front of him behind his desk. You take slow strides towards him silently praying for any of the archons to give you hope that you would survive.
You finally stand before him with your head down submissively, trying to shrink into your lofty coat. From the corner of your eyes, you see Tartaglia shift in front of you. The touch of his gloved hands makes you jump with a little shriek escaping your cracked lips making the orange-haired harbinger snicker. His hands slid over your shoulders pushing off the large coat onto the floor only leaving you in your translucent shirt.
"My- My lord! What are you doing?!" You exclaim tripping over your words slightly as his hands roam over your chest. Your shaken eyes meet his cold blue ones, even through the sea that raged in his eyes mischief seemed to shine through right then.
"You see, I have been so very busy fixing my underling's mistakes that I haven't been able to have time for myself," His nails drag along your clothed breast making red lines under the fabric. "The stress has just got me pent up. Maybe if you help me with this pent-up stress then I'll let you off for this little fuck up." The tone he uses makes your cheeks flush as you anxiously nod.
"Good." You were forcefully pushed against the desk, your back scattering whatever was on it before. Your eyes meant the confused violet eyes of the 6th harbinger before shifting to the man who is now in between your legs.
"Childe, what are you doing?" Scaramouche hisses out from between his teeth. His face was almost as red as yours from just watching whatever was unfolding between the two of you. "Oh come on comrade! Lighten up!"
His hands traveled under your skin-tight shirt playing with your puffy nipples before dragging his nails down to rest on your hips. The bulge in his pants was more prominent now than ever as it pressed against your ass. He leans down so his chest touches yours, his ginger hair tickling your jaw. "You can call me Ajax for what we are about to do."
You nod watching him as he leans up to look through a drawer in his desk before pulling out a black cloth blindfold with the fatui symbol on it. The last thing you see before he tightens the piece of cloth around your eyes is his freckled face smiling while motioning for the other harbinger to come closer.
Now you were on high alert with your sight taken away, every touch that was laid on your body making you jump a little. A snap of fabric catches your attention as cold hands meet your skin, they were rough with calluses on them, an almost unnoticeable dip in the skin of the hand every so often from the old and new scars.
The rough hand's grip holds the edges of your shirt pulling it apart as the sound of fabric ripping draws a startled yelp from you. The cold air hitting your perky nipples before they get engulfed by warm touches and a wet mouth.
Next you feel a slender hand run over your cheek, it felt soft in contrast to the rough hand's that are pulling off your pants. The thumb of the hand rubs your lower lip before roughly prying opening your mouth. Thin fingers explore your wet mouth taking your attention off the ginger haired harbinger.
You could hear faint grumbling from the 6th harbinger above you. You didn't get to catch any of his words as you jerked forward. The feeling of Ajax taking your dick in his mouth sucking your soul out. One of his now ungloved hands hold down your hips while the other slick with what you think is lube teasing your rim.
"Ah- Ajax.. so good-" You moan out. Your bandaged knuckles gripping onto the edge of his desk.
Pleasure runs through your veins, almost covering the sudden sharp pain of your hair getting pulled back by Scaramouche.
"Open"
Being oh so obedient you immediately open your mouth at his command. Feeling his cock prod at you mouth you slack your jaw to open wider to accommodate his size. You could tell he wasn't huge, maybe just a bit above average.
He slides in with a delighted moan. Not even giving you time to adjust to the massive change. Your throat bulges slightly every time you tried to swallow. You let out small whimpers and moans from the long fingers that are spreading your ass while the loss of air makes you feel fuzzy.
Scaramouche gets bored of just the feeling of your mouth constricting on his cock. The short male starts to thrust rapidly constantly hitting the back of your throat. His hands feel under your jaw, the feeling of the lump appearing and disappearing constantly making him more horny.
Your body starts to feel high. Maybe it was the lack of air you were getting or maybe it was all the pleasure but you felt so out of it at that point. Everything felt so much. The feeling of being stuffed by two harbingers making you crazy.
Your ears ring and your skin feels on fire. The fuzzy feeling tickling your skin, it felt like static on your skin. The ringing in your ears blocked the sounds around you much like the blindfold did your sight. The sweltering heat around your body made it hard to concentrate on your situation. The cock stuffed down your throat cutting off your airways, thick purple hair itching your nose.
Stopping there before i go much farther. Again sorry for how late this is, just so much stuff has been happening, and going back and forth to the hospital is so stressful for me. Thankfully I should be out of the hospital for a bit so I'll try to post the rest of kinktober throughout the next two weeks.
Also, go check this post out to help me with my next series! {Link}
Last note on this fic but after I get kinktober done I might focus on some of my OCs in future fics for a month or two. I will still ofc write for other fandoms but I will focus on OCs for a little.
spoiler alert: they were not fine. (x)
it’s always ‘why did you go to the creepy vampire castle despite the fact every villager tried to warn you not to’ and never ‘how was the vampire castle?’ or ‘the vampire castle looked fun was it fun?’
You can lead a horse to plinko but you can’t make it plink
*Dr. Doofenshmirtz voice* “See Perry the Platypus, when I was a young boy a horse put me into a plinko machine, and now with my horse-plinkinator-…”
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Gahhhfieeld, grab the fiyeh hose
Garfield 196
women in stem? no. women in bed. good night.
Sorry it want me it was. Yonder demon
CAHIBDADE!!!!
girlboss guillermo this gaslight guillermo that - guys guillermo’s not actually very good at manipulating people the bar is just SO low
also the fact that nandor has never been normal about guillermo…. mister relentless have u talked to the other vampires I don’t think anyone else is picking their familiar up in the air in front of a mirror so they can pretend to fly …… and like that is season ONE
fuck of desitel
i've been trying to think of a response to this for the last 5 minutes but i cant stop saying "fuck of desitel" silently to myself