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Goodbye, My Dear Stranger (3)

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Pairing(s): (Jake Lockley x Reader) (Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader later on) [Pre-Moon Knight show]

Chapter Character(s): Jake Lockley.

Content/Tags: Fluff.

Word Count: 3.9K

Summary: After a week since you met Steven, Jake stops by the coffee shop. He seems surprisingly friendlier this time around.

You hadn’t lied when you told Steven the next day would be just as busy. In fact, it had been busy for a week straight. Tonight’s shift had been long, you thought as you hurried to serve and prepare orders. Deanna took orders and would clean the tables as soon as they were available to do so. You were about to end your shift, so you tried your best to get all the orders ready. That way, Deanna would be able to handle continuing by herself.

It was raining outside. You felt the cold breeze on your skin every time the door opened. And you had forgotten to bring your umbrella. You’d noticed the gray clouds earlier and thought nothing of them, they were nothing new for the region. But now, the heavy rain showed no signs of stopping any time soon.

When you yelled out the last order of the night, you placed it down on the counter and walked away to get a clean rag. You cleaned off some tea from your arm and semi-long sleeve. That’s when you heard the door open, followed by the chime of the bell. You continued with what you were doing, but then you realized Deanna was nowhere near you, or by the counter. You placed the cloth away quickly, and turned to look up.

You first noticed the Iris hat, followed by deep brown eyes that bored into yours. You felt your stomach drop, your lungs suddenly seemed to lack oxygen as you stared with wide eyes.

Jake.

You swallowed. Then, a polite smile appeared on your lips as you walked towards the register. “Welcome to The Green Wall.” You spoke, your voice lower than intended. “Would you like to browse through the menu?”

“No need. Un café de olla, y la canción del día.” Jake spoke, both hands on his front pockets, and looking down at you. There was a ghost of a smile on his lips as you tried to avoid looking directly at him.

“Sure, and which cupcake would you like? Since it’s part of the deal for song of the day.” His head tilted to the side, he looked at you for a split second before looking at the pastries.

“I’ll let you choose for me again. The other one was good, thanks for that.” His words shouldn’t surprise you. It was your job to help customers find something they might enjoy. Yet, you didn’t miss the way he had given you a smile.

“Are you more of a sweet or fruit kind of man? And, are you allergic to anything?” You placed a hand on your hip and raised an eyebrow at him. Jake leaned over, just a bit. The motion made you blink.

“No, no lo soy. Solo sorpréndeme.” He said in a low voice, his accent smooth and heavy in your ears. Jake pulled out a bill from his pocket and placed it on the counter. (No, I am not. Just surprise me.)

The man took a step back and you nodded. Jake walked to the other end of the counter, where the orders would be placed. As you typed the order, you grabbed the bill and got the exact change. Once again, he’d given you a bill twice than what his total was. You gathered the change and placed it in your apron pocket. Then, you turned around and proceeded to prepare his drink.

You grabbed the to-go cup and placed it to the side. You could see Jake from the corner of your eye. He stood by one of the windows, his body turned towards the glass, and his arms were across his chest. Your view was suddenly blocked by Deanna coming toward you.

“Is this one Steven or Jake?” She asked once she was behind the counter and by your side. She set down a tray of dirty plates.

“Jake.” You clarified for her as you poured the coffee in the cup.

“So, the knight in shining armor then?” She turned to look at him while pretending to grab a rag from behind you. “Not bad looking, yeah?”

You couldn’t help but snort. “Yeah, I told you Steven was cute.” Deanna shook her head.

“In that case, Jake is the hot one then.” She gave you a little shove. “Wait, what happened with Steven? You never told me how the little chit chat went.”

“It went well. I was just too tired from all the walking, so I went home not too long after you left. And I haven’t had the chance to see him again.” Not a lie entirely. But you knew better. The only thing that made this work was not having Steven’s phone number.

“You could ask Jake for it.” Deanna gave you a smile, but you shook your head.

“What if he doesn’t know I went out with Steven? Besides, I don't know either of them, especially Jake.” You grabbed the coffee cup and turned around towards the front of the café. You placed the cup down and went to get the cupcake.

“Oh yeah, I forgot that.” You got Jake’s order ready. Placing the pastry on a to-go paper bag. You had chosen a Lemon Raspberry cupcake.

You grabbed the items and made it around the counter and approached Jake. His gaze was still on the window.

“Your order is ready.” You spoke softly to him. The man turned around, his eyes meeting yours.

“Thank you.” His gaze did not shift, even as he reached for his things. You nodded, looking down at his hands.

“Also this.” You reached for the change you had placed on the pocket of your apron. Once you got all the bills and coins in your hand, you offered them to him. He shook his head.

“You can keep it.”

“I can’t. This is far too much. I’m good with the tip from last time.” You reached out your hand and Jake waved the paper bag at you.

“Can’t grab it. Besides, your service is good. Not a cupcake guy myself, but the one you got me was great, and I can’t find Café de Olla just anywhere in this city. This is me thanking you for that.” You sighed as he didn’t budge. So you did something that took you both by surprise.

You took two more steps forward and took hold of Jake’s jacket. He frowned as he felt you pulling him towards you. He was staring right at you, so you looked up. Your eyes locked as you sneaked your right hand in his left pocket, putting the money inside. However, you did keep a single bill, and showed it to him once you pulled away.

“This is far better. Thank you, Jake.” You were still pretty close to him. You kept your voice low, just for him to hear. “I’m glad I can serve you, you’re always welcome to come back.” You pulled away with a smile and turned around.

You made it behind the counter and walked towards the storage room in the back. You took off your apron as you walked, and placed it down next to the rack where a couple more hanged. Having spotted your jacket alongside your bag, you put on your jacket and pulled the zipper all the way up, fixed your hair, and then placed the strap of the bag on your right shoulder.

You typed in your employee number on the ipad by the register and, just like that, you were officially clocked out. You scanned the place to find that Jake was no longer in sight. Deanna cleared her throat as she placed down a paper bag next to you. You looked up to meet her gaze, she was looking past you and pointed with her chin towards the door. You followed her eyes.

You saw Jake through the front windows, his back turned towards the store. You nodded to yourself as you grabbed the bag Deanna had placed down, she always makes you pastries to take home. You thanked her, giving her a quick hug before walking around the counter and stepping outside.

The cold air hit your face, followed by the smell of rain and cigarettes. You crossed your arms over your chest tightly, a sudden shiver ran down your spine as goosebumps spread all over your skin. Due to the weather, the street looked darker. The rainfall was ten times louder when it hit the metal roof over your head, your momentary shelter. You really regretted not having brought an umbrella with you.

“You gonna stay there all night?” Jake’s voice shocked you.You looked to your right, where he stood under the same roof. A cloud of smoke left his lips, he then faced you. “Can’t imagine you like the cold this much.”

“Only when I am wearing proper clothes.” You stared back, a chuckle left his throat as he quirked a smile. His fingers went towards his lips and placed a cigarette between them. “I forgot my umbrella, really thought today would be like any other. Fucking stupid of me to think so.”

“Not stupid, sweetheart.” He slurred his words as the cigarette stayed trapped between his lips, it bounced as he spoke once again. “Just unprepared. Gotta be more careful next time.” He took a quick drag before letting the cigarette hit the ground.

He let out another cloud of smoke before he turned to his right, then he turned back around to fully face you. He extended his hand to you, when you glanced down you were met with the handle of an umbrella. Your eyes widened as you shook your head.

“I-I can’t. You will need it.” You tried to push his hand away with your left hand, but he managed to place the handle on your palm instead.

“You gon’ need it more.” It wasn’t until you felt his thumb rub the underside of yours that you realized he was holding your hand. You looked down. His rough fingers were wrapped around your wrist, he squeezed it gently. Your eyes met his. “Wouldn’t want to catch a cold, now would you?”

“I can’t take it all the way home, Jake.” You watched as he frowned, his lips formed a thin line. “Would you walk me to the bus stop?”

“You’re taking the bus this late?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“It’s not that late.” You corrected him.

“No tan tarde, dices.” He said in disbelief, releasing a small laugh in the process. (Not that late, you say.)

“It isn’t.” You let him know you understood. “Besides, I always take the bus.” Jake rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue.

“Listen, I have a car, it’s an option if you like. It’s faster than any bus in the city. And besides, who knows how long it will take for the bus to arrive.” The offer sounded tempting. The weather was awful and Jake was probably eager to go home. You considered it.

Jake took a step back, nodding to himself. You eyed him as he leaned on the wall of the coffee shop and sipped on his coffee. The dim light of the street lamp barely cast light on his face, the irish cap he still wore was of no help either.

“Do you have a brother named Steven?” The question escaped your lips before you could give it a thought. Jake’s hand stopped mid-way as he was pulling his coffee away from his mouth. “He works at the museum down the street. Doesn’t he?”

“If you know, then why ask?” He didn’t move. His voice got lower and deeper as his jaw tensed. His face was facing towards the street. He glanced at you from his peripheral vision.

“So I was right, then.” You spoke, quieter this time. A smile formed on your lips as you got the confirmation you needed.

“Fuck.” He murmured under his breath. You heard him though. You stopped smiling, and frowned.

“What?” As you asked. Jake shook his head. The hold on his coffee tightened as he took two steps forward.

“Doesn’t matter.” Suddenly, he took the umbrella from you. “Come on. The bus might leave you.” He quickly undid the strap that held it shut with one hand and twirled it a couple of times until it opened.

Jake raised the umbrella over your head. He took a quick glance at you and a smirk appeared on his face.

“Coming, sweetheart?”

You sat on the passenger seat of a small white limousine. Your driver was none other than Jake. The man looked straight ahead, sipping his coffee quietly as the radio filled the silence. Perhaps getting a car with a stranger was not the smartest idea. But then again, you were only given two options. And you hoped you chose right.

The rain drops on the passenger window shone as you passed neon signs, street lamps, and other cars. Your fingers reached for the edge of the window, right where it meets the leather of the car door. It’s cold.

“Why were you waiting for me?” You spoke, drawing an invisible shape on the glass.

“What?” Jake turned his head to look at you, you could imagine a frown on his face.

“Outside the shop. You stayed even though you could have smoked while walking to your car. I mean, it wasn't really parked that close to the shop anyway. And yet, you stayed by the entrance.” A chuckle caught your attention.

“Couldn't really multitask with four things, could I?” The answer made you laugh. You pictured Jake holding the paper bag and the umbrella with one hand, and the coffee and cigarette with the other.

“I wanted to know how you were.” He admitted. You turned to look at him.

“You did?” He nodded. “I’ve been good. Work got a little busy this week but I am glad it’s over. What about you?”

“Busy, but not much really going on.” Now it was your turn to nod in acknowledgment. “No more idiots showing up?”

You sighed with a smile. “No, it seems my husband got rid of them for me.” Jake raised his eyebrows at the mention. You smiled at his surprise and a laugh escaped you when you saw a smirk appear on Jake’s lips.

“Good, that’s good.” He turned to smile at you. “I might have to get you that ring. We don’t want more unwarranted attention.”

“Of course. Only if I get to pick it, though.” Despite barely knowing the man, it was rather nice to talk to him. It almost made you forget you were practically strangers. “By the way, how’s Steven?”

It surprised you to see Jake’s smile disappear, he looked away and faced the road. His eyes seemed to wander through the windshield, not focusing on one single thing, he was not paying attention to the actual road.

“Steven doesn’t know.”

Jake was still looking forward, a firm hand on the heel. The hat still casted shadows on his eyes. Yet, you swear you catch a sparkle, a sudden softness on them, he then frowns once again.

“Doesn’t know what?” You don’t follow, his answer is too vague. His grip on the wheel tightened before he relaxed again.

“Of me.” He says, the response makes you raise an eyebrow at him. But quickly he clears his throat and turns to face you. “That I am here. He doesn’t know.”

“Why not?” Even though you didn’t intend on prying as much as you currently were, you wanted to know more.

“He… we didn’t grow up together, so he doesn’t know.” The car stopped at a red light, the heavy rain bouncing off the car roof. “I need you to keep me a secret whenever you talk to him again.”

“Jake, why would I-?” When you tried to ask, Jake reached for your hand and held it gently. Your eyes widened, but immediately softened once you looked at him.

His frown was different, brows tilted upwards, the corner of his lips downwards, and he was looking straight into your eyes. The red of the light looked familiar on his skin, a color that matched him in the dark of night.

Jake spoke your name for the first time since you last saw him. His voice came from the back of his throat, tight and deep.

“I need you to keep this between us.” He stayed silent, “I’ll tell you as much as you want later. But, right now, Steven can’t know.” Then, the light turned green and Jake let go of your hand.

As he continued to drive, all your mind could do was bounce question after question on the walls of your skull. The situation felt like something out of a movie or a show. Parents separating two siblings, forcing them to grow without the knowledge of the other. Matter of fact, it reminded you of The Parent Trap. And with Jake and Steven being twins, it fit perfectly and it almost made you laugh out loud. You were almost sure Jake was pulling your leg. But the way he had looked at you… the touch of his hand on yours, told you it wasn’t the case.

Your apartment was nearby, just two more streets and you would be there. Then, you remembered, you lived in the apartment complex across from Steven’s. You didn’t know if Jake knew where Steven lived, but he did seem to know where he worked. So it was to either let the man drive you all the way there, or tell him to drop you off one street before.

Jake turned right, one more street left. You needed to think.

“I was planning to go see you last week.” The suddenness of Jake’s interruption almost startled you. “But I saw Steven there. I saw the both of you talking, so I didn’t.”

“It was a coincidence really. I didn’t even work that day.” You explained to him, but he clicked his tongue as he tilted his head.

“What do you think of him?”

“He’s nice, not as angry-looking as someone I know.” He laughed wholeheartedly, his frame shaking as he did.

“You think I look angry? I’d thought I looked charming and all.”

“You may need to work on that a little. I actually thought you wanted me to trip over a rock and die when you walked in that night.” Jake whipped his head at you, a smile on his face but a frown still there.

“There is no way you actually thought that.” The hint of smugness in his voice made you laugh.

“Well, of course not, but you did barely speak. And you are always frowning, just like right now.” You pointed out and his frown deepened. “See? I’m not lying.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He faced the road once again. Soon after, the car came to a stop.

You looked out the window. You were parked in front of your building.

“Guessing this is the one?” He gestured towards the entrance with his chin.

“That's the one.” You said, taking off your seatbelt as you placed the strap of your bag on your left shoulder. “Thank you, Jake. I do have to admit, I would’ve never taken this offer from another stranger.”

“Another stranger, huh?” You rolled your eyes with a smile. You noticed Jake made you smile, a lot.

“Well, I’m afraid you are, my dear.” You leaned forward, and Jake clicked his tongue. He turned towards you, leaning forward with his right hand still on the wheel.

“What would people say if you called your husband a stranger?” He joked, yet, he continued. “The scandal it would cause if you were seen sitting in a car with Jake Lockley.”

You couldn’t tell why, but having Jake tell you his last name made you flutter. The name sounded right, the pronunciation adding to how good it sounded to you.

“I would be applauded, chased down the street, and pointed out.” You leaned in a bit more, your voice coming out quieter with a smile. You couldn’t wait to taste his name on your tongue. “The one that made Jake Lockley defend her honor.”

Jake then leaned in, you were too close now. You smelled tobacco, but just underneath that you could smell amber, maybe even cedarwood. It was the perfect mix between strong and soft, you would even dare to think that his smell leaned more towards the sweeter side.

“I would do it again. Anything to defend your honor.” It was those words spoken from his mouth that made you feel light headed.

He was so close. You could feel his warmth, your eyes looked slightly up to meet his and god did you want to engrave his eyes on your mind forever. Half lidded and dark, they looked into the depths of yours. A fondness, yet with a roughness in them as he smiled genuinely, a smile that made your stomach flutter.

“I would.” He spoke in a breathy voice. But even then, you heard it coming from his chest, a deep tremble in each word.

You closed off the distance, your lips meeting his. The warmth of his lips made you feel even more lightheaded, soft and full against yours. Jake’s right hand came to cradle the back of your neck, immediately kissing you back with a hunger that shocked you.

With your left hand you pulled away his cap and let it fall behind him. You let your hand roam through his hair and finally felt his curls, gently tugging on them. But what surprised you was the moan that came from the very back of his throat.

Jake pulled away, both of your hands still on eachother. You opened your eyes slowly, trying to take even breaths. Meanwhile, Jake moved his hand to cradle your cheek, rubbing his thumb against it. Taking deep breaths, he gave you a quick peck.

“Me vas a volver loco.” (You’ll make me go crazy.) His voice sounded raspier if that was even possible.

“I doubt that.” He shook his head as he chuckled.

“You should head up, rest.” As he said that you nodded, this time you kissed him back. You were unable to hold back a smile.

“You wanna get rid of me so soon?” You asked, having the feeling the actual answer was the complete opposite.

“Not soon enough.” Jake decided to tease you, and it almost made you want to tease him back, but as you were thinking of how, he brushed your hair away, tucking it behind your ear.

You backed away, readjusted the strap of your bag, opened the car door, and stepped out. As you were about to close it, Jake called out your name. You leaned down and placed one hand on the top of the car door, the other on the side of the car.

“You said you would never get in a stranger’s car, but you kissed me. So, I’m not a stranger any more?” He was leaning towards you, raising an eyebrow at you, and overall acting smug.

“We are yet to see Jake Lockley. You should feel lucky, I don’t really kiss just anyone either.” To that he nodded.

“Trust, I feel more than lucky.” You rolled your eyes, feeling heat creep up your cheeks. “Rest, sweetheart.” He leaned back and readjusted himself on the seat.

“Goodnight, Jake.” You backed away and closed the car door.

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saga: SOUMISSION / DOMINATION 110

Sur la console de l'entrée, je dépose l'enveloppe et monte vite rejoindre Marc. Il est plus de 4h du matin, je me glisse dans le lit, Marc y est seul. J'ai pensé un instant que Jimmy y serait aussi. Marc se colle à moi et je m'endors aussitôt.

Quand je me réveille, il est midi et je suis seul dans notre grand lit. Un jock et je descends. Près de la piscine, au soleil je vois Jimmy se dorer à poil à coté d'Arnaud (notre petit voisin). Des bruits provenant de la cuisine m'y attire. Marc est aux fourneaux. Je l'enlace passant mes bras autour de sa taille et me collant à son dos. Il me dit bonjour, tourne la tête pour qu'on se fasse un bisou. Il me dit qu'il a rangé l'enveloppe dans son bureau et me demande ce que j'ai fait pour avoir gagné autant en si peu de temps. Je lui dis que je n'avais pas ouvert l'enveloppe, mais que l'effet que désirait faire Emma avait été réalisé au delà de ses espérances. Il me dit qu'il veut bien me croire. Je lui cite les noms des deux types auprès desquels je me suis fait remarquer. Il connait les noms et me dit qu'ils n'ont pas la réputation d'être facilement impressionnables. Il me dit qu'il m'a prévu pour cet après midi la suite du formatage de Jimmy. Qu'il ne faut pas que je bâcle un taf au profit d'un autre. Il me rappelle que je dois assumer la vie que j'ai choisi de mener. Bien m'sieur ! Mais en attendant Bruno doit nous rejoindre pour le déjeuner, cela faisait quelques semaines que nous ne nous étions vus.

Jimmy nous quitte pour rejoindre Samir et Ammed avec pour instruction d'être prêt pour 14h30 au donjon.

Bruno arrive, apéro et narration de ma soirée. Arnaud est bouche bé, Bruno quand à lui a la même réflexion que Marc concernant les deux hommes d'affaires.

La conversation dévie sur Jimmy et le programme de l'après midi. Marc aimerais le finir en double sodo avec Bruno. Pas de problème, avec Arnaud, nous allons nous préparer tous les trois et ils pourront nous rejoindre vers 15h/15h30.

Pendant qu'ils prennent leur café, Arnaud et moi rejoignons le donjon. Jimmy y est déjà accompagné de Samir et Ammed. Il est déjà sur un des slings. Voyant cela je me dis que nos deux serviteurs pourraient bien nous préparer tous les trois. L'ordre est donné et je me couche sur le sling central et Arnaud prend le dernier à ma droite. Ammed nous attaches les poignets et chevilles aux chaînes de suspente. Samir, la main droite ganté et couverte de graisse vient jouer avec nos anus. Il y met gentiment un doigt, que rejoint très rapidement un deuxième. Il les tourne doucement, écartant nos sphincters lentement. ;Il prend la précaution de changer de gant à chaque cul. Les sensations sont cools. Ce n'est pas si souvent que la préparation est aussi progressive. Nous bandons tous les trois comme des cerfs et quand je regarde en haut des cuisses de nos deux préparateurs, les shorty en cuir sont bien déformés.

Les doigts sont remplacés par des godes. Je leur demande à ne pas les prendre trop gros pour que Marc et Bruno sente encore bien les bords de nos boyaux quand ils vont nous enculer. Nous sommes finis de préparer avec des plugs raisonnables calés dans nos anus. En attendant nos mâles, ils nous gratifient d'un bon massage musculaire sur nos bras et jambes.

C'est à ce stade que Marc et Bruno pénètrent dans le donjon. Surprise Eric les accompagne. 3 culs préparés et trois bites pour les défoncer c'est le bon équilibre. Ammed et Samir règlent les chaînes et nous voilà les têtes en arrières amenées à la bonne hauteur pour les pipes. J'hérite de Bruno, Arnaud de Marc et Jimmy d'Eric. Ils nous défoncent nos gorges tout en discutant des mérites de chacun. Profondeur de gorge pour Jimmy, étroitesse de cette dernière chez Arnaud et sensation de massage par mes déglutitions. Echanges de bites et je me trouve à sucer Eric. Sucer c'est un grand mot pour le fait qu'il m'élargit le larynx à grand coup de rein. J'apprécie et pense à Arnaud qui ne va pas tarder à connaitre cela le pov petit ! Je récupère Marc sur lequel je m'applique particulièrement (normal c'est mon mec). A coté de moi j'entends les étranglements d'Arnaud. Bien qu'encouragé par son tonton Bruno, il a encore du mal avec les très gros calibres ! Nos trois mâles se retirent de nos bouches et se font kpoter par Samir et Ammed. Suspentes réglées de façon à ce que l'on soit confortable, nous attendons nos sodomisateurs. Ils reprennent dans l'ordre des pipes. Trop bon de se faire enculer en aussi bonne compagnie. Jimmy halète sous les coups de butoir d'Eric, Arnaud et moi apprécions l'échange de nos mecs. Rotation des enculeurs et c'est à mon tour de me faire défoncer la rondelle par la méga teub d'Eric. Samir prévenant me passe un peu de poppers sous le nez. Je chauffe et m'ouvre comme une fleur. Quand c'est au tour d'Arnaud de le subir, c'est une dose dans chaque narine dont il a besoin mais ça rentre quand même. C'est parfois un peu dur mais c'est si bon après !!

Marc décide de passer aux choses sérieuses et demande à nos deux aides de nous détacher. Il s'installe au sol avec Bruno, cul contre cul pour que leurs queues se collent. Marc demande à Samir et Ammed de leur porter Jimmy dessus. Aussitôt dit aussitôt fait et Jimmy se balance au dessus des deux glands réunis. Marc mène la manoeuvre et règle la descente. Pose de la rondelle sur les glands, Ammed maintient la position pendant que Samir appui sur les épaules. Les glands rentrent. Autour d'eux nous admirons. Jimmy apprécie. Il pousse de lui-même pour descendre plus vite. Ammed et Samir l'aide à se relever puis le laissent descendre tout seul. Pendant ce temps là, avec Arnaud j'entretiens la vigueur d'Eric. Nous lui faisons une pipe à deux bouches. Alternant le léchage symétrique de sa bite avec bouffage des boules pendant l'excitation du gland à grand coup de langue.

Bruno se retire pour laisser la place à Eric. Nouvelle dilatation pour l'anneau de Jimmy. Sa nouvelle assise à raison de lui et après une demi douzaine de va et vient, il jute sur Marc, assis au plus bas sur les bites réunies. Samir et Ammed le relèvent et le déposent à coté. Bruno qui avait pris la place d'Eric sous nos bouches éjacule. Je me retire pour laisser Arnaud boire son tonton. Je le branle et il se jute dessus. Je m'achève de quelques coups de poignets et vise ses abdos déjà maculés.

Les deux seuls à n'avoir pas été jusqu'à bout, Samir et Ammed sont laissés dans le donjon. J'irais mater les enregistrements plus tard. Je suis sur qu'ils se seront fait du bien avant de ranger la pièce. ;Nous regagnons la maison et alors que les " adultes " discutent dans le salon, Arnaud, Jimmy et moi profitons du soleil printanier au bord de la piscine.

Comme Arnaud me fait la remarque, j'explique que cette année j'ai décidé de garder le " cul blanc " d'où la présence du maillot sur mes fesses. Je trouve très sexy la marque du bronzage et Marc est d'accord.

Ce n'est qu'en début de soirée que je peux ouvrir les enregistrements du donjon. Je passe rapidement sur nos galipettes, j'y étais !. Je trouve notre départ du lieu. Comme je l'avais senti, Samir et Ammed se sont donnés une petite heure de plaisir avant de procéder au nettoyage de la salle. Leurs rapports ont évolué vers une très nette domination de Samir sur Ammed. Dès que nous avons eu passé la porte, Ammed s'est retrouvé attaché en croix contre le mur. Samir, collé dans son dos, lui tirait la tête en arrière en lui demandant qui était le maître. Il lui caresse le dos, lui claque les fesses. A chaque contact, Ammed accuse le coup mais ne se plaint pas. Une fois ses fesses bien marquées, rouges, Samir qui bande comme un taureau se colle de nouveau à lui et d'après ce que je peux deviner il l'encule. Là seulement Ammed s'autorise à gémir.

Après un petit moment où Samir à coups de rein plaque Ammed durement contre le mur, je le vois le détacher. Quand il se tourne (Ammed), je m'aperçois qu'il bande bien raide, la soumission est bien son trip. Samir ne l'a détaché que pour mieux le soumettre. Il le plie en travers d'une des selles et le rattache à chaque pied du support histoire qu'il ne puisse se relever. Dans cette position, les jambes écartées Ammed présente son trou au travail. Samir utilise toute la gamme des godes, enfin à partir du 20 x 5. quand il en arrive au géant de 28 x 7, il le graisse bien et malgré la préparation précédente, il y va doucement. Ammed gémit de plus belle sous les encouragements de Samir. Lentement il prend quand même la totalité de l'engin. Je le sais pour y être passé, il faut beaucoup de volonté pour arriver à le prendre totalement dans le cul !

Quand il le retire, ça provoque un manque qu'il comble par un gode intermédiaire, je pense le 22 x 5,5 probablement. Je ne comprend pas ce qu'il veut faire jusqu'au moment où il s'approche et encule Ammed, la bite collée au gode. Là, je l'entend dire à Ammed qu'il est bien serré dans son cul de salope, que bientôt il va le mettre sur le marché pour qu'il lui rapporte un max en tant que garage à mégabites. Il n'y tient plus et je le vois se crisper, sûrement en train de doser le cul de son ami. Une flaque de sperme apparaît sous le tréteau, Ammed à jouit aussi. Quand il le détache, j'entend Samir rassurer Ammed et lui dire que jamais il ne le lui fera un coup pareil. Ammed de lui répondre qu'en cas de " dèche " profonde, il serait capable de le faire et Samir de lui rouler un patin.

Je suis allé raconter ça à Marc qui a trouvé cela très mignon.

JARDINIER

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feytouched · 8 months

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for reference, my current scent of the day review queue:

libre (yves saint laurent)

amyris femme (maison francis kurkdjian)

harvest mouse (zoologist)

snowy owl (zoologist)

cow (zoologist)

violette à deux sous (guerlain)

lolitaland (lolita lempicka)

and my fragrance wishlist for future sample hauls to review:

valaya (parfums de marly)

dent de lait (serge lutens)

datura noir (serge lutens)

l'eau d'hiver (frederic malle)

ristretto intense café (montale)

fresia (santa maria novella)

splendiris (dusita)

violette impériale (historiae)

miu miu fleur de lait (miu miu)

un jardin sur le nil (hermès)

signature (montblanc)

ganymede (marc-antoine barrois)

putain des palaces (état libre d'orange)

frustration (état libre d'orange)

if you have any suggestions of fragrances you'd like me to review or that you think i might like, please tell me! i'm always looking for new stuff to sample.

also, if you enjoy my fragrance writing and want to throw a tip my way to help fund future reviews, here's a link to my ko-fi - even the smallest donations are super helpful and very welcome!

#scent of the day #scents

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Reawakening - Creation

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Hey, everyone! Quick summary! This little miniseries is going to be a set of quick little snippets of the kwamis with their new holders, a setting up of their dynamics, and what potential they'll hold. And we start with Creation. Enjoy

Marc sat at his desk in the early hours as he worked away. He wrote out a story draft using the pages that Nathaniel had given him. He grinned, eager to share this story with Nathaniel. He knew that Nathaniel would love.

“Morning,” Tikki said.

Marc squeaked and looked up. “Oh! Tikki, right? Welcome back. How was your night? Is Marinette ok?”

“She will be. She needs time is all, but she’s in good hands with Ve… I mean Gimmi. Now, we should talk.”

“Oh, right! So, we were told there is new things to know about you guys, but I admit, I didn’t know much to begin with.”

Tikki bowed her head. “You were brought in late, so allow me to fill in the blanks. See, kwamis were born of concepts that were learned by Velze. Over the eons since creation, he learned and took in the concepts as he discovered them. After a while, he grew lonely and, in his loneliness, he created us, the other kwamis.”

“So, you’re all his children?”

“Precisely. Plagg and I were the first of them. The firstborns if you will. He parted with the concepts of creation and destruction, giving us form and power while retaining his own. After us, Velze created the rest of the kwamis until Barkk, the last concept to be born. Well, that is until Gimmi.”

“And now that you’re all back, we get to just live with you guys, right? Do we need to keep you hidden?”

“Not at all. Being restored to our natural selves, we have regained abilities lost to us. Amongst these is being able to traverse different planes, shapeshift, and power selection. So, if need be, I can either hide in the world between worlds or I can take the form of a human and walk the earth as you do.”

Marc’s eyes sparkled. “That’s incredible! But what about power selection?”

“Oh, that’s for me. I can choose which powers I can allow you to use. After all, our concepts are all encompassing allowing for a wide range of powers. However, we do still recognize there are powers no mortal should possess. So, expect some limitations.”

“Speaking of, if I were to transform, what would my powers be? Would I still have luck charm?”

Tikki hummed. “Why don’t we do something different. I didn’t care for the random aspect of my charm. We’ll keep things simple. With your power, Genesis, you can create any mundane object, sound, and light you can think of.”

“Genesis? That was the power of the goat.”

Tikki chuckled weakly. “Oh, not anymore. Not by a long shot.”

“Right. And, if I should, say, want to transform? What would I say?”

“‘Tikki, spots on,’ to transform and ‘Tikki, spots off,’ to de-transform.”

Marc took note. “And do we still feed you after you use your powers? And do we still have the time limit before we de-transform?”

“Oh, yes, please. Food will always be a fast way to replenish our powers, but you won’t de-transform if you use your powers. You’ll stay transformed, you just can’t use your powers again until we’ve recharged.”

“That’s actually a relief. The time limit was a little nerve wrecking at times. Oh, but with food, what do you like?”

“Sweets. All sorts of cookies, pastries, and sugary delights.”

Marc hummed. “That should be easy. Marinette’s parents run, well, you know. Plus I know this amazing café that sells the most amazing pastries and coffees.”

“Coffee? I’ve never had it.”

Marc gasped. “We’ll need to change that. Why don’t we meet with Nathaniel there? I can also show him the draft I’m working on.”

“Draft? Draft of what?”

“Oh, we’re working on a comic together. He does all the drawing and I’m the writer. It’s a lot of work, but it’s fun work.”

“May I watch you work? Please?”

“Of course! I’d love your feedback too. You are creation and must have a lot of ideas.”

Tikki’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, yes! I’d love to. Let’s get started.”

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Je suis né en 1902

Je ne suis jamais revenu dans ma ville natale

Je n’aime pas les retours.

À l’âge de trois ans à Alep, je fis profession de petit-fils de pacha

à dix-neuf ans, d’étudiant à l’université communiste de Moscou

à quarante-neuf ans à Moscou, d’invité du Comité central,

et depuis ma quatorzième année, j’exerce le métier de poète.

Il y a des gens qui connaissent les diverses variétés de poissons moi celles des séparations.

Il y a des gens qui peuvent citer par cœur le nom des étoiles, moi ceux des nostalgies.

J’ai été locataire et des prisons et des grands hôtels,

J’ai connu la faim et aussi la grève de la faim et il n’est pas de mets dont j’ignore le goût.

Quand j’ai atteint trente ans on a voulu me pendre,

à ma quarante huitième année on a voulu me donner le Prix mondial de la Paix

et on me l’a donné.

Au cours de ma trente-sixième année, j’ai parcouru en six mois quatre mètres carrés de béton.

Dans ma cinquante-neuvième année j’ai volé de Prague à La Havane en dix-huit heures.

Je n’ai pas vu Lénine, mais j’ai monté la garde près de son catafalque en 1924.

En 1961 le mausolée que je visite, ce sont ses livres.

On s’est efforcé de me détacher de mon Parti

ça n’a pas marché

Je n’ai pas été écrasé sous les idoles qui tombent.

En 1951 sur une mer, en compagnie d’un camarade, j’ai marché vers la mort.

En 1952, le cœur fêlé, j’ai attendu la mort quatre mois allongé sur le dos.

J’ai été fou de jalousie des femmes que j’ai aimées.

Je n’ai même pas envié Charlot pour un iota.

J’ai trompé mes femmes

Mais je n’ai jamais médit derrière le dos de mes amis.

J’ai bu sans devenir ivrogne,

Par bonheur, j’ai toujours gagné mon pain à la sueur de mon front.

Si j’ai menti c’est qu’il m’est arrivé d’avoir honte pour autrui,

J’ai menti pour ne pas peiner un autre,

Mais j’ai aussi menti sans raison.

J’ai pris le train, l’avion, l’automobile,

la plupart des gens ne peuvent les prendre.

Je suis allé à l’opéra

la plupart des gens ne peuvent y aller et en ignorent même le nom,

Mais là où vont la plupart des gens, je n’y suis pas allé depuis 1921 :

à la Mosquée, à l’église, à la synagogue, au temple, chez le sorcier,

mais j’ai lu quelquefois dans le marc de café.

On m’imprime dans trente ou quarante langues

mais en Turquie je suis interdit dans ma propre langue.

Je n’ai pas eu de cancer jusqu’à présent,

On n’est pas obligé de l’avoir

je ne serai pas Premier ministre, etc.

et je n’ai aucun penchant pour ce genre d’occupation.

Je n’ai pas fait la guerre,

Je ne suis pas descendu la nuit dans les abris,

Je n’étais pas sur les routes d’exode, sous les avions volant en rase-mottes,

mais à l’approche de la soixantaine je suis tombé amoureux.

En bref, camarade,

aujourd’hui à Berlin, crevant de nostalgie comme un chien,

Je ne puis dire que j’ai vécu comme un homme

mais le temps qu’il me reste à vivre,

et ce qui pourra m’arriver

qui le sait ?

Nâzim Hikmet

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nappilla · 1 year

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Que peut-on faire avec du marc de café ?

Sommaire Pourquoi utiliser le marc de café comme fertilisant naturel ? Pourquoi utiliser le marc de café comme répulsif ? Pourquoi utiliser le marc de café comme gommage ? Pourquoi utiliser le marc de café contre les mauvaises odeurs ? Pourquoi utiliser le marc de café comme nettoyant ? En résumé sur le marc de café Pourquoi utiliser le marc de café comme fertilisant naturel ? Le marc de…

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#café #marc de café

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sofialoren · 2 years

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various paintings as seen in PIERROT LE FOU (1965) | dir. Jean-Luc Godard

Petite fille à la gerbe (Pierre-Auguste Renoir, 1888)

Paul en Pierrot (Pablo Picasso, 1925)

La Blouse Roumaine (Henri Matisse, 1940)

Nude (Pierre-Auguste Renoir, 1880)

Les Amoureux (Pablo Picasso, 1922)

Saint Jean Cap Ferrat (Marc Chagall, 1952)

Baigneuse couchée au bord de la mer (Pierre-Auguste Renoir, 1892)

Café Terrace at Night (Vincent van Gogh, 1888)

Les Peintres Témoins de leur Temps (Pablo Picasso, 1956)

Sylvette (Pablo Picasso, 1954)

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Le café organique LG pour la gestion du poids !

Levez-vous et brillez avec notre café organique LiveGood ! ou le café organique LiveGood pour la gestion du poids aux champignons ! Oui, c’est très probablement le nom le plus long pour un café que vous ayez jamais vu. Mais la vérité est qu’avec tous les avantages et ingrédients incroyables que nous avons inclus dans ce mélange, nous aurions pu ajouter encore plus de mots, comme adaptogènes, thé…

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#adaptogène #café #Jean-Marc Fraiche #mincir #nutraceutique #partage66.com #Perte de poids #Sensoril®#STB248.com #VousEtesUnique.com

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bulkbinbox · 1 year

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[1885] carro de boi em fazenda de café - marc ferrez.

#marc ferrez #fazenda de café

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vetttrece · 2 years

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Steven está llevando a Marc a algún sitio. Cita en el cine? Cita en el parque? Cita en el museo? Cita en la playa? Cita en un café? Cita en la parte de atrás de un auto a los besos limpios?

Estoy pensando en hacer llaveros. Pero no sabría decir si alguien los compraría

#fanart #my art #moon knight #steven grant #marcsteven #marc spector #marc x steven #steven x marc #khonshu #jake lockley #keychain #keycharm

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Any info on Louise Sébastienne? I’d like to know more about her :3

You mean Danton’s second wife? In that case, good question, but unfortunately not one I think has very exciting answers… Louise left no written material behind, nor could I find any letters adressed to her. All that we really have are documents briefly mentioning her.

Louise was born in Paris on March 3 1776. Her parents were Marc-Antoine Gély (1751-18) and Marie-Jeanne Léger Revel (1759-1825). According to Claude-François-Étienne Dupin (1767-1828) De la Révolution à la restauration, au service des administrés (2015) by Gildas Dacre-Wright, Louise was the youngest of three daughters. At the time of her marriage with Danton, she lived with her parents on the second floor of 24 of Cour de Commerce, a floor above her future husband.

When going through Danton biographies in order to find any info on Louise, three claims regarding the nature of their union continuously showed up. The first was that Louise knew the Dantons before marrying Georges, some saying her father Marc-Antoine had gotten into contact with Danton’s father by frequenting the latter’s café (Danton (1914) by Louis Madelin, Danton (1935) by Hermann Wendel), others that she was Gabrielle’s friend (Danton (1978) by Normann Hampson, Danton (1987) by Frank Dwyer). The second claim was that it was Gabrielle who begged the two to marry as a last wish (Life of Danton (1906) by Augustus Henry Beesly, Danton (1978) by Normann Hampson, Danton (1987) by Frank Dwyer and the third that Louise, being a religious person, was the one who asked for the ceremony to be officiated by a refractory priest (Danton (1914) by Louis Madelin, Danton (1978) by Normann Hampson, Life of Danton (1906) by Augustus Henry Beesly, Danton (1935) by Hermann Wendel). However, none of these could cite a primary source (or any source for that matter) for these claims, Augustus Henry Beesly going so far as to say ”There is a story that his first wife had recommended the marriage” and Norman Hampson that ”Gabrielle is said to have urged Louise Gély, a friend of the family and barely fifteen, to take care of her two boys. Louise is believed to have insisted, not merely on a religious marriage but on one celebrated by a priest who had refused to accept the revolutionary religious settlement.” So perhaps these are just apocryphal claims that hold themselves alive because no one bothers to check their origin properly.

Regardless, the marriage contract was passed on June 14 1793, in the presence of family members of the bride and groom. According to it, Louise received a dowry of 10 000 livres from her parents, along with 30 000 livres from Danton’s aunt Lenoir, to have if she was to survive her husband.

According to Danton, Mémoire sur sa vie privée (1865) Louise and Danton had a child together that died young, although I’ve not seen that claim repeated anywhere else…

On July 10 1794 a register was signed, handing custody of Danton’s two surviving children over to their maternal grandfather. Louise did not sign this paper, but her father did (perhaps only men could do it?). It’s hard to tell if Louise had taken care of her step-sons up until that point (that’s the conclusion drawn in Life in Revolutionary France (2020) by Mette Harder) or if they were taken in by their grandparents immediately and this was just a formal thing. It would nevertheless appear like Louise kept up contacts with Danton’s family. The paper L’Éclair wrote in 1895 that ”a correspondence (which I’ve not found any trace of) attests that Danton’s second wife and her father were still in contact with Danton’s sons and sister-in-law during the second empire.” Louise’s second husband, Dupin, had known the family before they married, and the godfather of the couple’s first surviving child may have been Danton’s brother-in-law François Victor Charpentier. Similarily, in 1812, Charpentier’s wife Constance painted a portrait of Louise (”Baronne Dupin”). Danton’s sons, however, couldn’t even get Louise’s name right in a memoir written 1846:

In the course of this same year, 1793, we cannot indicate the precise time, he (Danton) married, as his second wife, mademoiselle Sophie (sic) Gély, who was still alive two years ago (we do not know if she has died since).

On July 13 1795, Louise was present for the removal of seals for Danton’s old house, playing the role of Danton’s attorney general. According to the protocol she had at this point moved to Arcis-sur-Aube, where Danton’s mother also lived.

Louise got remarried to Claude-François-Étienne Dupin, by then chief secretary of the department of Seine, in 1796. They had a religious wedding ceremony on May 9 and a civil one the day right after. According to Claude-François-Étienne Dupin… (2015) the ceremony was presided over by abbé de Keravenant, who had also been in charge of the one between Louise and Danton. Louise’s father, along with four others, were the only witnessses. Louis Madelin claimed in his Danton (1914) to have received letters from people who knew Louise as an old woman, telling him that she disliked talking about Danton after remarrying.

The couple first settled down in Danton’s old apartment, but they would move around a lot in the years to come, starting two years later when they went to live at Rue du Théâtre français instead. Dupin, being appointed baron of the Empire in 1809, sometimes went on long missions, while Louise mostly stayed at home and gave birth to their children. In 1808 the family moved to Niort after Dupin was appointed there, whose Maternal Charity Society (whose goal it was ”to help poor women in childbirth, to provide for their needs and help with the breastfeeding of their children”) Louise became a member of in 1812. They moved back to Paris one year after that. Dupin died 1828 and Louise 28 years later, aged 80. Both were buried in the Montparnasse Cemetery.

Dupin and Louise had five children together, of which the two youngest lived to see adulthood, a girl, Camille Antoinette (born 1801) and a boy, Antoine Louis Gabriel (1804-1856). The latter married in 1832 and had a child fifteen years later, but after that his lineage seems to end. Camille on the other hand had a girl, Marie Bellot de Kergorre (1837-1884), who in her turn gave birth to the French author René de Laigue (1862-1942, who actually has his own wikipedia page). René had two daughters that died in 2002 and 2008 respectively. I can’t find any info on whether they had children or not, but if they did, it’s possible Louise still has descendants that are alive and kicking, and if not, she at least had not that long ago.

Since, as mentioned, Louise left no writings behind, I couldn’t find anything regarding the idea that she was a royalist, which is what’s claimed on wikipedia among other places.

#louise sebastienne gély #danton #georges danton #frev #ask

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