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I would love to see some more KiriBaku stuff, or KiriBaku x reader 🫣 something about them lately idk
They just beg for a man sandwich <3
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Kirishima and Bakugou fuck like they're fighting. They don't have to hold back because they know each other can handle it, and it gives them a sense of freedom that's usually unparallelled. Until they meet you- who makes them realize manhandling someone who's sturgy enough to take it in stride is just as fun. They will pass you back and forth between them, using you as a living fleshlight much to your delight. You can't stop creaming on their thick cocks as they grumble at you, "Ain't you enjoying this a bit too much? Seems like you're a little slut if you ask me." Bakugou's deep voice asks from behind you as he fucks you dumb, only for Kirishima to interject, "Hey be nice Bakubro, she's just eager to please that's all." Like you're not choking on his cock down your throat. Bakugou just scoffs and focuses his attention on your pussy that's just begging for another load.
#kirishima smut#kirishima x reader#kirishima eijirou#eijirou x reader#eijirou smut#katsuki x reader#katsuki smut#katsuki bakugo#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#bakugou smut#jasmina writes 🌸#? :jasmina's asks: ?#senpai <3
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my hcs for izuku and anal:
he cums in his pants the first time you let him eat your ass
when you wear pants he pouts the whole day, his favorite are mini skirts (easier access)
he gets off on the fact that no one has messed with your ass before, the possessive little nerd is beating his chest and hard as hell knowing he'll be the first to fuck you there
you catch him red handed (hand on his cock and pants around his ankles) while he watches anal only porn where the girls pussy is completely off limits as numerous guys run a train on her ass
he agrees to let you peg him just for a chance to fuck your ass
-Jasmina <3
that was a general tag, i was not expecting this but boy howdy did you deliver. i need that deku like i need the air i breathe.
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{Show Me Where It Hurts} Azriel x Reader x Xaden Riorson
Sooooooo I had a thought. And then this happened. That's all I'm gonna say. Just two shadow daddies doing unspeakable things. Title inspired by this song. Enjoy!
Word Count: 7,238
Warnings: ACOTAR x Fourth Wing, alcohol, smut, MMF, Oral (m and f receiving), DP, dom/sub vibes, use of the nickname "pet", bondage, shadow play, degrading, spanking, choking, spitting, unprotected sex.
Tagging: @needylilgal022 @librafairy @cyrygher @agent-anna @thelov3lybookworm @blessthepizzaman @bubybubsters
Summary: After a miserably failed night out, you decide to head to a local bar to drink away your sorrows. Two males, one of them being your Court Spy Master, the other a stranger, approached you.
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“Are you kidding me?”
“I understand your frustration but-”
“My frustration?” I shouted, eyes wide. “What do you mean he did book a reservation?”
“There has been no reservation made under that name. I am truly sorry, Yn. But it looks like he may have… done it on purpose?”
“No,” I shook my head. I could not fathom being stood up let alone whatever this was. “No this cannot be right. I-I spoke with him this morning, he said that our table was reserved for tonight.” The hostess offered me a kind look as the realization slowly settled in my bones. “Oh my gods… he set me up.”
“If I were you,” the pretty Fae came around her stand and took my hands in hers. “I’d find a way to forget about that damned male. He clearly is undeserving of you or your kindness. I wouldn’t sweat it, a pretty one like you won’t go unnoticed for very long.”
I tried to smile, but a grimace was the best I could do. “I feel like such an idiot. Thank you for all your help…” I paused to look at the little tag on her black tunic. “Jasmina.”
“My deepest apologies, Yn,” Jasmina waved as I exited the restaurant and the bitter Velaris air nipped at my bare shoulders.
What a fucking lame excuse for a male. How dare he stand me up on a date? He was the one practically begging on his knees to ask me. I should’ve known better. Males like him do not like females like me.
In an attempt to not let the night–or the fierce outfit I put together-go to waste, I went a couple streets over to a tavern. It had a nice ambiance and a surplus of good liquor. The dark, rustic interior greeted me with a ploom of warm air and the scent of cheap ale and wine.
After hanging my coat on the rack at the front, I weaved through the rather crowded space to hopefully snag a stool at the bar. I was lucky enough to get one at the end, only one person to my left and the wall to my right.
I just sighed. What a shitty day. I had spent a few hours getting read, and for what? To be made a fool? To be embarrassed? I shouldn’t have to pay the consequences for something I didn’t have control over. I swear to the gods that if I ever see what’s-his-face again I’ll put my fist through it.
“Evening, milady,” the polished man behind the counter said. He had a thick beard and a mustache that curled up on the ends. He had a thick accent too, probably from somewhere in the hills. “Celebrating tonight?”
“More like mourning,” I huffed, bracing my chin on my palm.
“Terribly sorry for your loss,” his eyes softened.
“Oh,” I gave a chuckle. “No, not a death. I just came in from what was supposed to be a date. Turns out I was set up and he wasn’t going to be coming.”
The male scoffed. “The boldness from some of the males in this city.”
“Tell me about it.”
“What can I get for you?” He asked, wiping a few glasses down and setting them atop a stack.
I looked at the board behind him, the list of crafted beverages going on and on. “Maybe something sweet?”
“Do you like cherries? Passion fruit, pineapple maybe?”
“Cherries are wonderful,” I sat up a little straighter. “I honestly couldn’t care less about what alcohol is in it. You had me at cherries.”
The male smiled, “I shall put in an extra just for you, darling.”
“Thank you,” I smiled and watched him get to work.
The tavern was far more crowded than I expected for a weekday. There were more people than tables and chairs to accommodate them. Some even sitting on the tables. But the hum of voices and clinking glasses was the type of ambient sound that could put me right to sleep if I laid my head down.
I felt incredibly comfortable and safe here. Not that I didn’t other places in the city, but something about being here was… calming. People were enjoying themselves, and it was like I was the only person in here with a scowl on their face.
The crack of billiards had my head turning the other way as I saw a group huddled around a green velvet table with colored balls scattered around. I recognized one immediately as our High Lady. And right beside her was the High Lord.
“This is called a cherry sour. It is made of distilled vodka and lemon. I added some cherry syrup to give it a little extra sweetness for you,” he said, placing the drink in front of me.
“It looks lovely.” I smelled it and it was strong. When I took a sip, it was like my brain blew up. The most strange combinations of flavors, yet somehow it all worked. The brutal burn of the alcohol mixed with the bitter lemon and sweet cherry made my stomach burn. “I see the High Lord is in tonight.”
“Yes,” he nodded, “he is here with the High Lady and a few of their courtiers. The commanding general as well as the Morrigan. And the shadowsinger is here… somewhere. He was with another male when he walked in.”
“I have visited other Courts before. I have never seen any of their High Lords step foot outside of their palaces to so much as wave at their people let alone live amongst them like Rhysand does.”
The craftsman nodded in agreement. “He is not the traditional Lord our continent has come to know, and that is what makes him a vital part of our city. He’s our founder. He built our sanctuary not for us but for himself, too. It is only fair that he dines and plays games where he chooses.”
“Have you ever met them?” I asked curiously.
“Of course, they are here a few times a month. Morrigan and Cursebreaker’s sister are in here more.”
I glanced again, finding a few more heads now joining them. The general, Cassian, was in conversation with a shorter male, his brown hair glistening in the overhead light. He had a tattoo on the side of his neck and it disappeared underneath the collar of his black shirt.
At first I thought it to be the shadowsinger but it wasn’t him. His hair was too light. The more I looked, the more I realized that he looked a little out of place. He had darker skin than either of our Illyrians, and he didn’t have wings. For just a second he turned his head and I caught a glimpse of a scar on his face. Above his left brow and below his eye.
He was very pleasant to look at.
“I will be back, I need to break up some ice in the back,” the bartender spoke generally to the crowd. In a second he was out of sight and out of mind. I could not stop looking at this male.
The curls in his hair looked soft and fluffy and I really wanted to run my fingers through them. Though he was shorter than the general, he was at least a head taller than me, if not a half more than that. Whoever he was…
That couldn’t be the shadowsinger, could it? From all that I’ve heard of the illusive male this did not match any of the descriptions. He was just as tall– if not taller– as Azriel, but the hair… It was too light. And now wings. No shadows. Our High Lord can summon his wings, maybe the others can as well? Plus, I’ve heard that the scars the shadowsinger has on his hands are rather brutal. This male didn’t have any scars on his hands that I could see.
The air around me cooled and I shivered, wishing I had brought my jacket with me. It was like a door just opened and a draft seeped in around me. Up my legs and around my ankles.
To not appear creepy I looked elsewhere, not finding any of the other males in the room as interesting as the one with the brown fluffy hair. There was a couple sitting in a booth across the room, very clearly struggling to keep their affection tame. Another was dancing together and I became painfully aware of just how awful my dating life had been.
I threw back the rest of my drink, just as the bartender returned and ordered a few shots of something stronger. Much stronger by the smell of it. The warmth of it spread through my arms and fingers and the room seemed to get a little rowdier.
“Before I pour another, milady, I would just like to ask if you have a safe way to get home,” he asked kindly.
I smiled at the tenderness in his voice. “Yes, I live right down the way in the set of townhouses by the Sidra. Two minute walk.”
“Excellent.” Another shot was placed in front of me.
I kept sneaking glances at our High Lord and Lady. They looked so magnificent. Like a true emperor and empress. And they looked so happy to be together. Not with just themselves but with the general and whoever this other male was. Perhaps someone from Illyria?
Again, the whole no wings thing was throwing me off.
Wait, where did he-
“Excuse me,” a deep, rough voice said from beside me. My eyes met the most beautiful set of eyes I’ve ever seen. A dark, almost black color with flecks of amber and gold. It was the male I had been gawking at for the past half hour. He had an accent like I’ve never heard before. “I am Xaden.”
I stared at his extended hand for a moment before shaking it. “Yn.”
“Yn,” he practically purred. “A very beautiful name.”
It was hard not to blush. “I don’t mean to sound rude but are you-”
“Hey, there you are. We were just about to start another game did you…” The Spy Master of the Night Court stopped right beside him. His hazel eyes locked with mine and my stare darted between the two. The two very attractive, tall, muscular males in front of me. “Hello there.”
“This is Yn,” Xaden introduced me. “I was just about to ask if I could buy her a drink but I think you had a question for me?”
All thoughts leave my brain. Just above the shadowsingers shoulders lay his wings, and curling around them were those infamous shadows. The most lethal male on the continent stood two feet from me. And he was looking at me like… I didn’t let myself finish that thought.
I cleared my throat, “I was going to ask where you’re visiting from. You have a very… foreign accent.”
Xaden smiled a little and I thought I’d collapse on the ground. “I come from Navarre. A place far from here.”
“I’ve never heard of Navarre,” I said truthfully. But if males like him came from there then maybe I need to visit.
“It’s not entirely accessible,” he folded his arms across his chest. His very muscular and sculpted chest. “I am just visiting a friend.”
I looked at Azriel, who, much to my surprise, hadn’t taken his eyes off me. I shifted in my seat. “You two are friends?”
“Only recently,” Azriel spoke and I felt his voice crawl down my spine. “Xaden here is the closest thing to me that his puny world has to offer.”
“Puny?” Xaden’s eyes went wild. “Take away your wings and siphons and see how well you do as Basgiath. I doubt you’d last five minutes on Sgaeyl in a basic flight maneuver.”
“Basgiath? S-Sgaeyl?” The names were so weird in my mouth.
“Basgiath is the name of our War College. And Sgaeyl is my dragon.”
His what?
“Riroson here thinks that I couldn’t mount and ride a dragon. I’d like to see you take on the Bogge or a Naga with those tiny daggers of yours,” Azriel broke his gaze away from mine to take a sip of whatever was in his glass. “Pathetic.”
“You have a dragon?” I most certainly didn’t hear him correctly. “But they’re-”
“Not where I’m from, they’re not. See, we don’t have magic like you do here in Prythian. Back home, we have to study, bond with a dragon, and then we get the ability to channel their power. Mine just so happens to be shadow-wielding. Apparently this one could feel it across our world and tracked me down. He’s been teaching me for a few years now.”
“And somehow you still can’t manage to winnow,” Azriel rolled his eyes playfully.
“Some of us haven’t had centuries of practice, asshole,” Xaden retorted. If I had known anything about Azriel, I fully expected him to flatten out this Xaden guy.
“You’re not Fae?”
“No offense, but who would want to live forever?” He shrugged. A valid response. It was only then that I saw the roundness of his mortal ears.
Azriel grumbled a curse. “I apologize for him. He is cranky after his long flight here. I’m Azriel, I’m not sure I introduced myself.”
“I know,” I forced myself to look anywhere but his gorgeous face. Easily the most attractive Fae I’ve ever seen.
“Are you here with anyone? I saw you walk in about an hour ago and haven’t seen you talk with anyone,” he asked.
He saw me walk in? “If my night had gone any better than yes, I would be here with someone. But, instead, he had other plans and never showed up for our reservation.”
Both of the males stood completely silent. I watched Azriel’s eyes narrow, his jaw clench. “Who was it?”
“It doesn’t matter.” I could feel that bubble of emotion rise up in my throat, pricking my nose and eyes. “He’s just some nobody I was seeing. His loss.”
“Biggest fucking mistake he’ll ever make,” Xaden scooted in closer, leaning his forearms on the counter. “What were you drinking? Next one's on me.”
“Oh, that’s kind of you but I would like to wake up in the morning without any regrets. A water will do,” I smiled sweetly at him and he returned it without a second thought.
I felt Azriel move closer to me and I could just barely see him in my peripheral vision. I tried not to look. It was so hard. All I wanted to do was look at him. Then he was closer. A lot closer. His arm across the back of the stool I was sitting in.
Oh gods his scent.
“For you,” Xaden slipped a cool glass of water in my hands. “To you, Yn.”
I blushed as I knocked my glass with theirs.
“Not to impose, but I would like to know more about this asshole who stood you up tonight. Because clearly he’s not right in the head for leaving you. Especially when you look so good.”
I couldn’t help the flush that spread down my neck and up my ears. “I don’t know, we met over the weekend and he asked if we could go on a date. I said yes. And I think what makes it even worse is that I was looking forward to it. I was excited to get all dressed up and go out for the first time in months. Now I just feel like a fucking idiot for getting my hopes up and wanting to-”
“Hey.” Xaden’s finger pulled my chin to look up at him. “You are not the problem. That mother fucker has another thing coming if he thinks he could’ve ever given you what you need.”
I’d like to focus on the latter part of that statement, but all I could think of was his face– inches from mine– and his other hand at my knee. My heart thrashed and I was so still I wasn’t sure if I was breathing or not.
“I think you’re scaring her, Riorson,” Azriel said from behind me. Then I became aware of just how close he was to me. He practically spoke right against my neck. A hand brushed at my right shoulder and I shuddered.
“If you’re willing, we’re offering.” Xaden has this gleam in his eye and a smirk on his lips.
I had to sit up a little so I could start seeing clearly. “I-I’m sorry ‘we’re’?”
“You don’t have to say yes,” Xaden grinned. “But, if you’d like to erase this guy from your thoughts, all you have to do is show me where it hurts. I promise I can make it all better.”
Is he asking what I think he is? I looked at Azriel who had the same look Xaden did. Full of mischief.
“You… You can’t be serious.” They were playing games with me. They have to be. There’s no way that our Court Spy Master and whoever this guy was from Navarre were willing to share.
“Az?” Is all Xaden said.
Fingers brushed my hair over my shoulder and tucked it out of the way. I gasped when Azriel kissed down my neck. I think I’m shaking, though it could just be my pulse beating so wildly through my veins that it feels like I’m shaking. But I definitely can't feel my fingers anymore.
Xaden stepped in a little closer and blocked most of my view of the rest of the bar. “May I?” He held out a hand. I swallowed and nodded as best as I could with Azriel gently nipping at my throat. Xaden quickly placed his mouth on mine.
I got lost in him. In both of them. All the bells and whistles in my body were going off at once. I’ve never done anything like this before. I had two of the most attractive looking individuals in the world right here. Both kissing me.
In a few seconds Xaden pulled from my mouth and Azriel went with him. I was suddenly so cold and needed them back exactly where they were. My thighs clenched together.
“What do you say, want to take out all your anger, your frustration and disappointment, on us?” Xaden asked softly, right into my ear. The way he pulled it between his lips made it very difficult to say no. Not that I wanted to in the first place. I’d be a fool to say no.
I nodded eagerly.
Azriel clicked his tongue and made me look at him. “Need you to say it, Yn.”
“Yes,” I said without a second thought. “Yes.”
Both of them chuckled. “Let’s get out of here.”
As we made our way down the street, both of the males on either side of me, I was burning with desire; every so often– about every three or four steps– one of them would have to pause, spin me around, and kiss me until I saw stars. They ‘just couldn’t help it’.
Not that I minded.
“Apologies if the place is a mess,” Azriel said, unlocking a door. It looked vaguely familiar, and when I looked up and across the street, I realized why.
“Hey, that’s my place right there,” I smiled, looking at the small rose bushes lining my little walkway.
“Would you rather go there instead? No pressure if you do,” Xaden’s hands went down my sides and hips as he spoke.
I nearly collapsed onto the floor. “No, no this is fine I don’t think I can wait.”
“Impatient, are we?” Xaden murmured into my hair.
“Well,” I blew out a breath as he nipped at my ear. “I’m not exactly dreading being taken to be by two males.”
“Hopefully we won’t ruin you for any other lovers.”
Was it bad that I hoped they would?
The door gave away and it was flooded with Azriel’s scent. A mixture of Xaden’s too, but it was hard to differentiate them. His was far more subtle than the shadowsingers. They guided me inside, lights coming on along the halls and overhead.
“Have you ever…” Xaden trailed off and I flushed a deep red.
“No, I’ve never done this before.” My laugh was a pathetic attempt to hide my nerves.
“Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you,” Xaden grinned and gave my mouth what it wanted most. His tongue was hot against mine and I pressed as close to him as I could get. For a moment I couldn’t see or hear anything, and then we were in a bedroom that seemed far too massive for this little townhouse.
I looked around; a massive bed was standing right before me, dark curtains over a door that led to a balcony.
“Did we just-”
“Winnowing,” Azriel explained, pulling me out of Xadens arms and into his own. “This is far easier when we have room. Like Xaden said, we’re gonna take care of you. Any time you feel uncomfortable just tell us to stop and we will. We do this at your pace, you control it.”
Weirdly enough, my heart ached at the tenderness in his voice. But my body did not want to be in control. It wanted everything but. “And what if I said that I didn’t want to make any decisions. That I just wanted to feel and nothing else.”
I saw Azriel look up first, then felt Xaden press against my backside. I was squished between them and I thanked the Mother that I never went on that date tonight. But they looked at each other.
Azriel grinned. “You’re sure?”
“Absolutely. I need it.”
“Aww, you’re that desperate already?” Xaden pulled me into his body, one hand gripping my face to make me look at him, the other wrapped around my stomach. “We haven’t even touched you yet, pretty thing. Haven’t even tasted you.”
“What are you waiting for?” I have no idea where this boldness is coming from.
Xaden stepped away from me and laid at the top of the bed. “Come here, then.”
No turning back now.
I crawled to him on my hands and knees. The dress I was wearing did nothing to hide my ass any longer. Xadens hand reached out, and when I was close enough, he grabbed me by my throat and pulled me into his lap. Pulled my mouth on his. I let out a very pathetic noise.
His other hand made me sit right on his cock and I could feel everything that was waiting for me. I moved my hips in a circle and he let out a breath, his dark, almost gold flecked eyes looking at me with hunger.
The bed dipped and Azriel pulled my hair back so I looked up at him. “You don’t have to be ashamed if you want to scream our names while we fuck away the pain, Yn.”
I nodded, wanting to twist so I could kiss him but Xaden firmly planted my hips to his. “I didn’t tell you to stop moving, pretty thing.”
I obeyed him. It was such an odd angle; to have my head thrown all the way back but my hips moving. It made it hard to breathe.
“I think she’s getting impatient, Riorson,” Azriel said as if I wasn't even there.
“Yeah I can feel how wet she is.” Xaden curiously slipped a hand between my legs, a few fingers trailing the crease of my thigh. “You really are impatient, aren’t you?”
“Please…”
“Please what?” Azriel pulled my hair harder. “Come on, use your words, Yn. Don’t be shy.”
I whimpered. “Please touch me, Xaden.”
“How can I resist when you ask so nicely.”
Azriel released his grip and Xaden lifted up my hips, pulling down my thong. His fingers were cold against my pussy. I shivered. His fingers were so long. It took everything in me to not fuck myself on them. The shadowsinger remained behind me and slipped the thin straps of my dress off my shoulders.
“Arms up.” Azriel commanded. The dress was lifted off my body and I felt very exposed. But soon enough he was against me, his hard chest against my back. “Kiss him.”
I burned red at the tone of his voice. But I kissed Xaden with enough force to make him bite my lip, catching my tongue between his teeth next. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my chest to his. I jolted as he brushed my clit and he let out a dark chuckle, doing it again and again.
“So easy,” Xaden muttered, pushing me on my back effortlessly. I watched as he stuck his two fingers in his mouth. “Fuck do you taste good, pretty thing.”
His massive hands spread my thighs apart after he threw my underwear somewhere in the room. Those brown curls felt just as soft as I imagined. I didn’t care if I was being desperate, I needed his mouth between my legs. The first pass of his tongue made me go limp. I let my head fall back, my knees parting even further.
My body welcomed him as he explored, tongue flicking, hands bruising my skin. Fingers brushed my chest, so faintly I thought I might’ve imagined it. Azriel had gone somewhere, but I was too focused on Xaden to care at this moment. When I looked down, those were not fingers playing with me, but rather tendrils of shadow circling around.
“What the-”
“Shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay Yn,” Azriel said from my right, standing further in the room. He was undressing, the fighting leathers he had been wearing folded neatly on a desk. His wings were... dear gods his wings were massive. “It’s just me. Nothing to be afraid of.”
Pleasure and fear coursed through me at the same time. My brain and body were on fire with emotions as I watched them drift and encase my body. They were cool to the touch, a stark contrast to the boiling temperature of my skin. As I watched, I settled. It was quite fascinating.
A sharp smack to the inside of my thigh had me looking at Xaden. “Focus on me.”
I nodded and I became aware of just how close I was to my release. I panted and writhed, itching for something to grab onto. Something to touch and yank-
My hands were above my head two seconds later and I was dragged to the edge of the bed.
“Hey,” Xaden shouted and another wave of fear crashed through me. “I was in the middle of something.”
“Well, it’s my turn, Riorson,” Azriel gritted his teeth, taking himself in his hand. “You can still have her legs for now. But I need to feel her mouth.”
Were they fighting for me? For my body? I smiled. So wide it hurt. I obediently opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, enticing him further. In tandem, I spread my legs as wide as they could go for Xaden.
“You’re so well trained, pet.” Azriel wasted no time forcing his cock down my throat. I couldn’t breathe, but that’s how I wanted it. He thrusted in slowly, stopping when he was all the way, then pulled back out. “You take my cock so well, Yn. I’m so proud of you.”
“If you think her mouth feels good, wait till you get inside her pussy. She’s so warm and tight.”
I moaned around Azriel, knees fluttering off the bed as Xaden sucked my clit. The shadows continued to writhe around my nipples and I felt so exposed. I couldn’t keep still. My legs trembled and I felt that coil in my stomach clenching and clenching. I wanted Xaden’s cock between my legs more than his tongue, but I couldn’t tell him that with Azriel down my throat.
“Do you think she can take both of us?” Azriel asked, brushing a hand across my cheek, then it gently wrapped around my neck. I choked hard enough for tears to streak down my face.
“Hmm,” Xaden hummed around me and I thrashed. “Well, that was adorable. As for fitting both of us? It’s possible. Probably gonna hurt. Don’t worry, he’ll work you open on his cock so good you won’t have a choice but to take both of us.”
“We don’t want to hurt her, Riorson,” Azriel cupped my cheeks. “Unless you want us to, pet?”
I nodded immediately. He pulled out and I heaved for fresh air, eyes glossy as I looked up at him. “Don’t be gentle.”
The way Azriels’ eyes darkened should have made me afraid. Instead it filled me with a primal desire. The force of his hips was brutal. The slight salty taste of his skin was intoxicating. I gagged around him with every press of his tip at the back of my throat, tears burning down my face.
Without any resemblance of a warning, my release barreled through me and I shook, legs kicking out as Xaden continued to tongue fuck me until I saw stars. He kept going. He didn’t stop.
I tried to get him to ease, to let up but my hands were bound at my sides. That same cool feeling sliding around my wrists as it did my chest. It was so much. Already too much.
“Alright, she’s had enough,” Xaden finally pulled away from my throbbing cunt, caressing my thigh and the bruises there. His chin glistened with my cum, and he didn’t let any of it go to waste as his tongue dragged over his lips.
“I’ll tell you when she’s had enough. Get back up on the bed. Strip.” With a more than heavy shove, Azriel sheathed himself inside me one last time, held just long enough to make me panic for a breath. “Good girl, Yn.”
I hiccuped a small sob, already teetering on my breaking point. Azriel sat me up and pushed me down on my hands and knees. In front of me was Xaden. His very hard cock straining up. The shadowsinger’s hand fisted in my hair and I was forced to take his cock down.
“Stay right there, pet. Don’t move. You came without permission. Since you decided to be so greedy, you’re gonna get Xaden off while I punish you.” A merciless hand smacked my ass hard enough to make an outline of his hand. “Got it?”
I nodded around Xaden’s cock and yelped when another smack came down. Xaden groaned, his sculpted abdominal and chest flexing. One arm was behind his head, the other on my head. He was far more gentle than Azriel was, but I could see his control slipping as he thrusted up in time with Azriel’s hand on my ass.
“Fuck she feels good, Az,” Xaden praised, cupping my cheek. “And you look so pretty full of my cock. Gods I can’t wait to be in that pussy.”
I squeaked out an embarrassing noise when Azriel dragged his cock through my cunt, coating himself in my release. Just the tip of him had me stretching and I had to squeeze my eyes shut to block out the sting. With a snap of his hips, he slid in deeper and deeper and deeper-
“That’s it, pet. Take all of my cock. Good girl, Yn. Good girl.” His cooing made it impossible not to cry out around Xaden. As Azriel pulled back, slowly, he grabbed my hips and took me with him. I scrambled to try and keep Xaden’s cock in my mouth, but I was too far away now.
“Look at how desperate she is for you, Riorson. She wants your cock soooo badly she’s fighting me for it.” Azriel ran his nails down my spine. “How about we play a little game, pet. When I pull out of you, you have to keep your mouth on him or else you get a smack. How does that sound?”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Xaden. He had a flush to his cheeks. The same primal hunger I had in my eyes. There wasn’t anything I wanted more than to have him come down my throat. A sharp crack rang through the room and I screamed.
“I want an answer. Now.” Azriel demanded, yanking me up and forcing me down on his thick cock.
“Yes yes yes,” I babbled. “Please let me make Xaden feel good.”
“You’re so pretty when you beg like that,” Xaden mumbled, dragging me back down to him by my wrist. I wrapped my lips around him and worked up and down. He was just as big as Azriel. But the shadowsinger was bigger.
Azriel’s hands on my hips hurt almost as much as the hand that smacked me. I’m sure it was bright red and swollen. Every time he thrusts into me, he forces my body back into him. A few times I was pulled off of Xaden and I got punished. New tears running down my face after every one.
“F-Fuck Az stop doing that,” Xaden growled out. “I barely have her for two seconds before you’re ripping her away again.” His two hands gripped the sides of my head, forcing me all the way to his pelvic bone. “Now stop holding back and fuck her like you mean it.”
“Think she can handle that?”
“Of course she can, look at her. Split open wide on our cocks, taking them like she’s been doing it for years. She’ll be fine, won’t you, pretty thing?” I nodded, blinking up at him. “See, she wants it. Such a good fuck toy. Such a good pet.”
“If you can’t, say so now, Yn,” Azriel gripped at my hips to pull Xaden's dick out of my throat. “Well?”
“D-Don’t… don’t hold back.” Gods my voice was raw. “Please don’t hold back. I need it.”
“See? Now go, I’ve been on the edge for the past ten minutes,” Xaden said rather impatiently.
I could not have prepared myself for the force of Azriel’s thrusts. Or the grip Xaden had on my head. I thought my neck was going to rip from my shoulders with how hard I was being pulled in opposite directions. I only got a breath every two or three drives of Azriel’s cock.
Both of them were a whimpering mess. Xaden especially. I prayed to the Mother that these walls were thick enough so no one would hear us.
Minutes ticked by and I became a limp mess. A mere boneless thing for Azriel and Xaden to play with. My arms were trembling beyond use and my legs and toes were numb with euphoria. I couldn’t keep myself up any more.
“Fuck, Yn,” Xaden panted, hips bumping into my nose every time he snapped his hips. “Gonna come.” I just let all my weight fall onto him, letting him go deeper and deeper down my throat. “You’re such a good girl, Yn. Such a good fucking girl.”
Azriel shoved his cock as far as it would go, forcing me to take all of Xaden’s cum down my throat in one go. I didn’t even get to taste it. Xaden fucked into my mouth, hands firm on my head as he continued to spill. I dared a glance up and I saw shadows, slightly different than Azriel’s, caressing his shoulders.
How the hell did I get so lucky?
I was pulled off of Xaden and I was completely limp. “What do you say to Xaden, pet?”
“Thank you,” I stuttered out as Az continued to fuck me.
“Good girl. Now clean him up so he can take my place.” On my own accord, I picked my heavy head up and lapped at his cock, gently cleaning him with tiny flicks of my tongue. Up and down and up and down. He tasted so good. Salty and tangy. “Still got more, Riorson? I forget you humans can’t reset as quickly as we can.”
“I have stamina that’ll put you to shame, Illyrian.” Xaden had a devilish grin on his lips. “My turn.”
Xaden’s hands wrapped under my arms, guiding me off of Azriel. I tried to get my legs to move, but it was a useless effort. I could barely think let alone tell my body what to do.
“Easy, Riorson. I know you’re eager. And trust me, you should be. Fuck is she tight.”
Xaden let out a teasing noise, pumping a few times to get himself hard again. “Aww I bet she is. Gonna take my cock next, pretty thing? Yeah you are, and you’re gonna take Azriel's, too. Come on, sink down and- yes just like that, yes Yn. Good girl.”
Riding him made this so much easier. He was far stronger than I was and helped me rock back and forth. It was wonderful stimulation for my clit, too. For a few minutes he bounced me up and down, filthy praises spilling out of him like it was his job.
“I told you,” Azriel’s voice was right up against the back of my neck. “Worth the wait.”
“What if I told you I didn’t want to share her anymore?” Xaden sucked on my nipple and rubbed my clit at the same time.
“Too late for that, Riorson. She’s all ours, aren’t you?” I felt the press of Azriel’s cock against my hole and jumped. “Relax. It’ll hurt if you don’t.”
I nodded, getting lost between the two sets of hands–the two sets of lips and tongues and teeth. I was one with the stars, completely suspended in a place I didn’t know but I sure as hell didn’t want to leave any time soon. I tried to remain still as Az slowly–very slowly– pushed in bit by bit. I was reduced to nothing but mumbling noises and begging whines.
“Should’ve asked Cass if he wanted to join us so she could have something to do with that mouth of hers,” Xaden blew out a breath. “Need something to suck on, pretty thing?”
I just nodded, too overstimulated to speak. I just needed. I don’t know what I needed but I needed it.
“Gods you really are such a good pet,” Az pulled my head back. With a firm grip on my jaw, it fell open and he spat in my mouth. The shock of it damn near pushed me over the edge. My eyes crossed and my vision blurred as he stuck his fingers in my mouth for me to suck.
It took several minutes but then I was balancing between both their cocks, vibrating with energy and a need so deep I knew the second they would move I’d come. And I’d keep spasming around them as they did as they pleased.
Hands expanded every inch of my body. “Ready?”
“Mhmm,” was the best response I could get out. Xaden pulled me towards him, then slowly pushed me back onto Azriel. Then Az slowly pushed me onto Xaden. I was weightless in their hands, practically being held up by them alone.
“You are doing such a good job, my pet,” Azriel pulled out his fingers, gripping my throat. “So tight and wet. That’s it, just relax. Let us take you, Yn.”
“She’s being so good, don’t you think she deserves a reward, Az?” Xaden plucked both of my breasts.
“Of course she does.”
My ears were ringing. Sweat soaked my hairline. I could feel Xadne and Azriel’s pulse against my own, and I swore I could’ve felt them all sync up for a beat or two or five. Endless shadows swirled across my skin, hands fighting for leverage on my hips. I knew I’d be marked and bruised in the morning.
“I got her here, you take care of her down there,” Azriel instructed. Both of his hands cupped my chest, pinching brutally. Xaden snaked his hand between our fronts and just barely grazed my clit before I was coming so hard my vision blacked out.
I screamed, throat burning with pain as I writhed and begged for nothing and everything. I cried out over and over as they continued to push me. Lips and tongue slid over my throat, Xaden’s forcing its way into my mouth to swallow my screams.
Azriel bit down on my shoulder and snapped his hips a few times, trying and failing to suppress his moans. It came from deep in his chest and it rumbled through me. “Gonna take my cum, pet?”
I couldn’t respond. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get words to form.
“Give it to her, Az. She needs it,” Xaden said for me. “Don’t worry, pretty thing, Az is gonna give it to you. Just be patient.”
His hips worked into me, fucking me onto Xaden. With one hand wrapped around my throat, the other on my side, Azriel came inside me, the thick, bitter scent sending my mind spiraling. His thrusts didn’t stop, even as Xaden warned him he was close.
Azriel stilled then, panting hot against the back of my neck. “You’re clenching so hard, pet. Such a good job at keeping it all inside you. Now do the same for Xaden. Let him fill you up, Yn.”
Xaden was far less controlled, those shadows over his shoulders whipping wildly as he fucked up into me hard enough to touch places he hadn’t yet. With a handful of movements, Xaden brought our hips flush together and he strained his neck, baring his teeth into the air.
His noises would’ve been enough to set me off again had I not been so previously spent.
It could’ve been hours that I laid between them, their cocks still buried inside me as they stroked my skin, stroked my hair and kissed me lazily.
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“Yn.” A gentle press of lips to mine. My eyes fluttered open and Xaden’s face became clearer. “There she is.”
“She awake?”
“Mhmm,” Xaden kissed my forehead. “Feeling better?”
I wiggled my toes to see if the feeling had come back. I just nodded, snuggling in deeper to his chest. “Yeah.”
“Good good,” he wrapped his arms tighter around me. “You were so good for us, Yn.”
“The best,” Azriel seconded, and a warm body pressed up behind me. “You were pretty out of it for about an hour. We cleaned you up as best we could with you mumbling about how much you loved to please us.”
I flushed in embarrassment, putting my hands over my face. “Cauldron damn me.”
“It was quite adorable,” Xaden murmured, prying my hands from my face. “And you were incredible.”
“So fucking incredibly,” Azriel agreed, tucking in close behind me. I carefully flipped over, looking at the shadowsinger. “You did such a good job.”
“It was easy when I had you two doing all the work for me,” I smiled, leaning up to kiss him. “Still cannot believe I just did that.”
“Do you regret it?”
“Absolutely not.” I squashed down that possibility the second their hands had been on me. “It was perfect.”
“Don’t feel pressured to answer, but Xaden visits every so often to Prythian. When he comes back, how do you feel about doing this again?” Azriel asked cautiously. “If you would like some time to think about it then-”
“Yes.” Why would I ever say no to being worshiped? “Absolutely yes.”
Both of them chuckled, Xaden molding his body to fit mine, arm laying across my stomach. “Told you we might ruin you for anyone else.”
#azriel#acotar fanfiction#acotar#acotar fanfic#azriel shadowsinger#azriel x reader#azriel x reader x xaden riorson#xaden x reader#xaden riorson#fourth wing fanfic#fourth wing#fourth wing smut#acotar smut#fourth wing fanfiction
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My favorite story about Lena Oberdorf came from German journalist, Jasmina Schweimler. She said, when Obi was eleven, she went to her sister’s (or brother’s?) soccer game. Alexandra Popp was at that same game. Many people were telling Obi to talk to Alex and ask for an autograph. Obi, however, didn’t believe it was Alex Popp. Alex Popp had to show Obi her driver’s license to prove it was her. Then when Obi went to a German National Team Camp, Alex Popp said, “remember?”
It’s kind of funny. I can only imagine it went something like this…
Poppi: “Hello! I’m Alex Popp!”
Obi: “No you’re not.”
Poppi: 😐
Obi: 🤨
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So trans women are men, but their breasts are female? Huh?
Misgendered trans woman takes off her top to see if the world sees her as a man. Guess what happens next.
Andrea Jones of Morristown, a transgender woman who had gender reassignment surgery, kindly asked the authorities of Tennessee to let her change the gender on her driver's license from male to female.
No, said the local Tennessee Department of Safety office.
Andrea got so angry that she walked out to the parking lot and removed her shirt. If she truly was male, she argued, that should be permitted.
No, again. The police arrested her for indecent exposure.
However, the police did not recognize her as a woman either, saying that "Mr. Jones continued to yell that he had the right to show his breasts in public and wanted to be recognized as a female." That’s some serious misgendering, right there.
She is considered a female by the Social Security office, but a male by the Department of Safety and the police.
If Kafka had been alive today, he would have written a book about this. The mindless stupidity of transphobes never seize to amaze us.
See also: Trans Woman Wants Ruling After Topless DMV Fiasco
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So...I normally don't write smut, but I wanted to get better at writing it and initially what was going to be a one shot turned into a five or six chapter fic. Honestly though, I don't know if I will ever post the entire thing...I don't really have the confidence for it, I guess...But maybe if these two snippets gets good feedback, it might eventually see the light of day on ao3.
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“Stop.”
He still wasn’t comfortable with her pulling this type of stuff while there were other people around. It did weird things to his insides and it brought an embarrassed flush to his face that he couldn’t control everytime.
“Did you have a bad day, baby?”
Every day was a bad day; he couldn’t recall the last time he’d had a good day. It had to have been well back before the Colonel and others had all died. He simply nodded, trying to fight away the pout that was forming on his lips.
“What can mommy do to make you feel better?” she asked He could think of a few things that would make him feel better, not that she’d be willing to entertain his naughty thoughts. He’d tried it once and Jasmina had smacked him hard for the unwanted advance. The only time anything sexual was allowed to happen was if she allowed it. If mommy allowed it. It was weird. It was pathetic. He was pathetic.
And maybe it was okay to be pathetic once in awhile, but he felt…needy, and that just made him feel worse about himself.
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“Did you tell them a joke,” Prager asked. “They’re giggling like a bunch of school girls.”
Lopez laughed, slapping Prager on the back. “No, man, he was the joke. They turned him down-”Prager glanced at Lyle sympathetically. He shrugged and placed a hand on Lyle’s shoulder. “I’m sure they had their reasons.”
“She said she doesn’t date newborn aliens. Or ten foot tall, blue cats.”
#atwow fanfiction#avatar fanficton#avatar recoms#recom lyle wainfleet#fanfiction#lyle wainfleet x oc#original female character#multi chapter#kind of smutty#smut scenes#snippets#fanfic snippets#writing outside my comfort zone#recom lopez#recom prager#spicy fanfic#lyle wainfleet#interspecies relationships#interspecies romance
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Serbia’s Higher Prosecution Office has been shaken again, this time by accusations about forged statements. Zeljka Nikolaidis, a prosecutor for organised crime in the Higher Public Prosecution, confirmed to BIRN that her alleged statement used in a disciplinary complaint against her superior, Nenad Stefanovic, and his deputy, Brankica Maric, was forged.
The statement was submitted without her signature, with the Prosecution Office facsimile misused without her knowledge during her vacation, she said.
Her alleged statement, which she called “80 per cent inaccurate”, was used in favour of Stefanovic and Maric in a disciplinary case initiated by two other prosecutors who were previously moved from their posts against their will while leading a corruption case involving a company linked to the ruling party.
The disciplinary case against Stefanovic and Maric, who were previously accused of favouring the ruling party, was dismissed.
“I cannot say who did it but my logic says that it was probably those who had an interest to do that. The disciplinary case was against Stefanovic and Maric. My statement likely influenced that case against them being dropped,” Nikolaidis told BIRN. She added that she will ask for the removal of her statement.
“This is a serious criminal offence and the Prosecution for Organised Crime needs to react,” she said.
Nikolaidis resigned a month ago as chief of the Special Department for the fight against corruption in the Public Prosecutors Office but has remained to work as a prosecutor.
The stir in the Higher Public Prosecutor’s Office started in February when two prosecutors – Bojana Savovic and Jasmina Paunovic – who had worked on a corruption case in EPS, the state-owned electric power company, were transferred to other positions.
Their removal came after the police arrested six people suspected of having lost EPS $7.5 million during the performance of works at the thermal power plant Kostolac B. Some of the suspects were employees of a company long linked with the ruling Serbian Progressive Party.
Prosecutor Stefanovic and his associate Maric denied a political motivation for the removals but giving several conflicting explanations about the reasons for transferring the prosecutors in the middle of an operation to arrest the suspects.
The Association of Prosecutors of Serbia has backed Savovic and Petrovic, while a protest was held in Belgrade in their support with calls for the independence of judiciary.
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Peregrin and 😄🌳?
!!!!! Thank you!!!! I'm so happy to talk about my little guy.
😄: How can you tell when they’re really happy? What sorts of things make them happy? How often do they smile?
Their ears twitch! You know how the tip of a cat's tail vibrates really fast when they're happy? Kind of like that! They're a shadar-kai elf so they have long ears and I always play elves with expressive ears just because it's cute. They're not too hard to make smile, and they're unfortunately very cute when they do it. Things that make them happy include general mischief, fine weapons and good food, following/participating in ritual and piercings, either receiving or giving.
They are also a wretched, evil little Bhaalist and quite enjoy their required, ritual murder.
🌳: What physical traits did they inherit from their biological parents? Do they look more like one parent than the other?
Well. Their mother is shadar-kai, and they take most after her. Her stormcloud grey skin, her black eyes and black hair, her small frame and her general grace. They don't look exactly like her, Jasmina was a little more angular where Peregrine is softer, but they look significantly more like her.
Because their biological father is Bhaal, God of Murder. Little guy's a Bhaalspawn and leaning hard into it. They did get one physical trait from him, though, and it's that their pupils reflect back red in low light-- again, like a cat's!
Thank you again omg I am always delighted to receive these kinda asks <3
#asks#latelylavellan#per knezevic#my WRETCHED LITTLE BHAALSPAWN#OUUUUGHE THEY'RE SO FUN#they continually attract people who want to rehab them and it's very funny
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big tittied bimbo gf that isagi asked out because (as he later tells you in bed while you're sucking him off) "you've got the fattest ass, the biggest tits, and the best pussy. I"m gonna be the number one striker, don't I deserve the best?"
I heard Isagi's name and had to come running to add my thots -Jasmina <3
from the bottom of my heart and with all the love in the world i do not think i am the target audience for this ask /nm /gen
#return to sender#also as a rule of thumb i kind of abhor bimbo reader i should probs put it in my rules but it doesnt come up much
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okay but jasmina… listen…
can you imagine with me for a moment
katsuki who thinks it’s absolutely adorable when you try to brat and get under his skin. you’re just too good. you’re too smiley and sweet, too bright eyed and soft spoken. he can’t take you seriously. maybe once in a while he bites the bait you’re poorly dangling in front of him, but one day he just says, “if you want me to fuck you like i’m pissed n take all my anger out on your poor lil cunt, all you need to do is ask, sweetheart.”
he’s perfect. 😔
Bunny I need you to know this wrecked me--
He'd just watch you splutter and try to play it off, but his red eyes don't miss a thing. Your cheeks are flushed and there's that look in your eye that says 'yes please'. He smirks at you and says, "Use your words like a big girl, or you don't get my dick. Be good f'me, yeah?"
You'd try to look away at first, but his gentle yet firm touch on your chin brings your gaze back to his. "Can.. can you take you're anger out on me? Please?"
"Thought you'd never fucking ask."
He would waste no time throwing you over his shoulder, his dark chuckle sending shivers down your spine. "Let's see how much my good girl can take."
#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugou#katsuki x reader#bakugou x reader#jasmina writes 🌸#kacchan#? :jasmina's asks: ?#bunny 🥺🥺🥺🥺
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Your ™️ is daddy-fying characters. If I’m looking for dilfiness, daddiness, any of that I go to your account. Because you make them hot, but you also have a perspective where you can take their personality traits and make me believe that this is what they’d be like in that caretaker role. I’ve learned way more about ddlg from your account alone than I have anywhere else on the Internet and I really appreciate seeing that unique interpretation of our fav characters 🫶
i sound like a broken record atp but i’m a soft bitch and this gave me fuzzy feelings inside. it might sound dumb but that’s a huge compliment, especially coming from you.
i think i’ve touched on it before but i never really intended “daddy kink” and related content to be my thing when i started writing. i avoided a lot of it and spent way too much time trying to cut things out or make it less… what it is now. i just kind of assumed i’d drive readers away if i focused on it too heavily. heck, most days i still feel that way, and i go out of my way to tone things down or skip adding a tag list. (sure, everyone says “write for yourself,” but i think you understand the unspoken pressure of writing for your audience as well.)
still, i’ve said it before and i’ll probably keep saying it: i see and appreciate those of you who choose to stick around through the nonsense anyways even if it’s not why you followed me to begin with. ♡
also i say this with so much love in my heart but i blame starr & jasmina for shoving me into the deep end of daddy-ing/dilf-ing characters. daddy!bakugo and dilf!kirishima have a lot to do with the current state of the blog. 🫢 @dcsiremc @heartofjasmina
#ask games#this tangent wasn’t just for senpaii#it’s for the rest of you too#i appreciate you all#for whatever reason you’re here#and thx starr & jasmina for encouraging the brainrot bc it’s nice to know i’m not alone
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Hello! I was wondering if u ever struck up an online friendship w any of the writers from s5 of druck? I ask bc it'd be amazing if u could convince them - if they have the authority ofc - to share their original vision for the characters and plots, once this gen is over. Respectfully, this season is dull. I don't need high drama, angst and an element of mystery or anything, but I deeply appreciate nuance, depth and engaging content. All of which are lacking in s8, imo. RIP, DRUCK. 2018 - 2020
rip druck 2018-February 2021
I don’t have any personal connection to anyone on the druck team and I’m glad I don’t
I’ve texted a few times with a couple of them but just to say thank you or that one time I asked if fatou is a lesbian and one time jasmina thanked me for my commentary during s6 and told me they actually shared a few of my posts in their group chat which is like the highlight of my entire career (while also being incredibly daunting) but other than that I’ve had zero contact with the team or the cast
also I would not want to know their original plan, i love living in blissful ignorance pretending that they would have created an outstanding s7 for ava and a wonderful s8 for isi 😌
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So, 10 Women Sat Down And Told Me Why They Fake Orgasms...More Times Than Not
When it comes to faking it, one size does not fit all, chile.
Shellie R. Warren
Dec. 06, 2021 05:49PM EST
A couple of years ago, I wrote an article for the site entitled, "Why You Should Stop Faking Orgasms ASAP". I'm pretty sure that you can tell from the title that I'm not particularly a fan of faking it. In fact, back in my "getting it in" days, I would have no problem letting a guy know that if he needed more motivation (cue Kelly Rowland) to get me to where I wanted to go. I was down for that more than acting like he was doing what needed to be done. Still, between all of the counseling that I do, the conversations that I've had and the research that I've done, I am more than just a little bit aware that a whopping 80 percent of women have faked orgasms and 1 out of 4 guys do it too (just because a man ejaculates,that doesn't mean he climaxed; that's another topic for another time, though).
Taking all of this intel into account, I figured that now would be just a good of a time as any to ask some women why they opt to fake it because, as you're about to see, as with most things in life, faking orgasms isn't really a simple black-and-white or cut-and-dried issue. Not by a long shot.
(By the way, I didn't go by middle names this time. The women chose the names themselves. Due to the sensitivity of the topic, I'm pretty sure you can understand why.)
Gayle, 33. Single.
"I'm gonna be real with you — I fake most of the time because while the men I'm having sex with tell me how good my stuff is, I'm usually not all that impressed with their performance. So, the quickest and easiest way to bring intercourse to a close is to fake it. Otherwise, they'll get to the point of releasing, only to pull out and the cycle starts all over again. Who has time for that?"
Mya. 24. Engaged.
"My issue is there's only one man who has made me cum and it's not my fiancé. And when I cum, girl? It is loud, long, and ugly! Not only that but it takes some pretty, let's go with unconventional thinking, to really get me there and I'm uncomfortable sharing what those acts are with my man. I think it's just easier to fake it than to fully expose myself like that. Also, I've been faking for this long that if my man knew that, I'd be in for some long discussions that I don't want to have. At least not yet."
Leeyah. 28. Married.
"My deal is that I cum, every time, with oral sex. My hubby is the master at that. His stroke? Not so much. He's kind of sensitive about his sexual performance overall and so I figure, so long as I gets mine one way or another, faking can't hurt. Can it?"
Bethaney. 40. Divorced.
"What's crazy is a part of the reason why I'm divorced now is because I used to fake it with my husband. For years, I would, and then, one vacation, he hit my spot…girl, he hit my spot! Because I hadn't reacted quite that way before, he was like, 'Hold up. Have you been faking it all this time?' which led to conversations about trust which opened up Pandora's box about a whole lot of issues. Faking it is a complicated thing."
Angelia. 27. Dating.
"I've been faking it, pretty much ever since I lost my virginity. With the first guy, I didn't know what the hell was going on; all I knew was my friends were always talking about how great orgasms felt and so I thought there would be something wrong with me if I didn't 'play the role.' Then, it just kinda stuck. I do enjoy sex a lot but to this day, I'm not sure if I've ever had an orgasm before. I'm so used to faking it that it's just…a part of who I am."
Jasmina. 45. Married.
"Chile, fake it until you make it — that's my motto! See, I have a system. My husband gets off on me getting off and so, the more I fake having an orgasm from intercourse, the more he'll give me head, and [the] head is what actually gets me there. So, technically, do I even qualify for this interview? Anyway, if any of your readers find themselves in the same boat, I highly recommend my strategy. Faking one way can get you just what you want in other ways."
Eryn. 36. Divorced.
"My reason is probably not a very surprising one. I don't really have sex for the orgasms. I like the intimacy and closeness. I actually can go months without having sex and be just fine with it. But I know men like to feel like they've 'shook the floor,' so I'll fake it so that I can cuddle once it's over. Might sound sad but it's fine with me."
Gem. 35. Dating.
"This is gonna sound weird but it's my truth. There is a man who I've been having sex with for over a decade now. We're long-distance. We don't really want the same things out of life. Real talk, we're not all that compatible except for in the bedroom. There, he's my soulmate. I've been used to having great sex with him for so long that I think there's a 'block' when it comes to me and other men because no matter how hard they try — we both try — I just can't seem to get there with anyone but him. So, I fake it because I don't want to share what I just told you with anyone. I've gotten so used to it that it doesn't even bother me anymore."
Zen. 47. Married.
"OK, I don't fake it all of the time. Well, yes and no. I fake quickies. When you're married and parenting and busy, you don't always have 30 minutes for real foreplay and intercourse. To keep my husband satisfied, I'll oblige a couple of quickies a week to boost his confidence and yes, I'll act like he's blowing my entire back out. Then, when we have time to really get it in, I'll have real orgasms. I'm not sure if he can tell the difference and I sure as hellain't gonna ask him."
Nina. 39. Dating.
"I don't fake having orgasms; I fake having multiple orgasms. If a man thinks that he can give you those from the start, girl, you will have his ego soaring so much that he'll be down to do whatever you want to do — in and out of the bedroom. So, the first round, I'll shake, yell 'n everything and then when I'm like 'lick my ass,' he's down for it because he wants to see me cum again and again. Faking has some real upsides. You've just gotta know how to work the program." (She literally winked at me after she said it.)
Like I said, faking it has layers and while it's still not something that I'm personally down to do, I get the method behind the madness and the psyche of some. That said, if you've got some other reasons for why you think faking orgasms can work in a woman's favor, please drop it into the comments. The more we all hear each other out, the more we can learn how to be more honest — at least with ourselves. Right?
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Ask game: Tag 9 people you would like to get to know/catch up with!
Thank you for the tag @pixelbots @thepettymachine @wifiwivey
1.) Last song:
Z4L by smino
2.) Last TV Show:
P-Valley S2
3.) Currently reading:
I just got done catching up on One Punch Man and Jujutsu Kaisen (and let me just say this .. if you are not reading those manga's i highly recommend)
4.) Currently watching:
Just finished The Boys S3 e6 last night and now im in shambles
5.) Current obsession/hyperfixation:
this youtube channel called Jasmina Tv and they have this series " what are people wearing " and they go around asking people about their fits and im just in love with what the people are wearing !!
Ima tag : @starrysimss @mikminicule @bool-prop @clumsybot @pearlsim @kat-simss and anybody else that wants to do it :))
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The Dragon Who Doesn’t Want to Keep the Princess Locked Up In His Tower
Arkhon the Great Unknowable Wyrm Beneath the Mountains Great and Vast, Vast as His Hoard of Gold Upon Which He, Arkhon the Great Unknowable Wyrm, Slumbers, was an average ordinary dragon. He was an introvert, preferring the company of his libraries and his piles of treasure to that of humans or other dragons. He had a wicked look, with glimmering blood red scales and a pair of jagged horns atop his head. His lungs could shoot gouts of liquid flame from the top of his mountain keep all the way down to the forests below.
Except for one thing. Arkhon had a burden. A loathsome, pink-clad, eighteen-year-old burden.
A regal young lady with eyes of emerald green and skin of almond brown. Hair like waves of dark water spilling forth from… something or other. She was a human, a mere hors d'oeuvre by size, and just as short-lived in the face of the Unknowable Wyrm. Princess Jahanara from the kingdom of Quambley had been imprisoned in the tower above his cavernous lair. He didn’t know why, but someone had paid him a hefty sum of gold to keep her locked in the tower. With his eyes full of gold and his brain full of wonder at all the shinies he could collect, he agreed to the deal without quite thinking it through. After all, how hard could it be to keep track of one human? All she could possibly need was water and sunlight. Or was it food and water? Maybe still some sunlight?
But then came the whining. Every day without fail, Princess Jahanara would sit by her window, singing woeful songs, reciting -mediocre- poetry that she must have written herself, or just thinking out loud as hard as her singular brain cell would permit. By the gods, princesses were just as bad as princes in that respect!
“Oh how I long for a brave knight to rescue me from this tower and sweep me off my feet!” she said, “Oh how I wish someone would slay this beastly dragon and free me from this prison!”
“Have you tried sending a carrier pigeon?” Arkhon asked in reply, his voice a bone-shaking bass, “They can travel farther than your voice. And they’re wonderfully silent.”
“You don’t understand me!” Jahanara shouted, “Nobody does! Not you, not my parents! And not that damned vizier!”
“Is that why nobody’s come for you?” Arkhon said with a taunting flick of his head, “Because of your insufferable personality?”
“They will come!” Jahanara stamped her foot. “Knights from all corners of the globe! … Eventually. Look! There’s one now!”
Arkhon looked down the mountain. At the gate of his keep stood a knight in shining steel astride his faithful steed. He had no helmet, and instead let his long blonde hair blow in the cold breeze.
“Hie, foul devil! Hateable demon! Beastly worm!”
“It’s Wyrm, you amateur,” Arkhon said with a growl.
“Belial, Behemoth, Beelzebub! Asmodeus, Satanas, Lucifer!”
“Arkhon,” Arkhon corrected him, “What are those names?”
“I come to slay thee, beastly beast!”
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Your intimidation shall not stay me, Archimedes! I come seeking the hand of the fair Princess Jasmina!”
Arkhon raised a scaled eyebrow. “Oh… Oh honey, your princess is in another castle. I’m keeping Princess Jahanara, and she’s more dark-complected than fair.”
The knight shrugged. “That will do. Nonetheless, I must slay you, beastly beast of beastfulness!”
“Why do you keep calling me beastly?” asked Arkhon, “I’m certainly more well-read than you, you country bumpkin-looking child.”
“You are a foul beast!-”
Arkhon leaned down toward the knight, so close his nose almost touched him. The knight’s horse reared back and fled.
“You will be more creative with your vocabulary, young man,” demanded Arkhon, “Call me beast one more time and I shall crush you with my pinky claw.”
The knight, sufficiently frightened, continued his stupid little speech. “You are a foul bea-… um… devil! And it is my duty as a knight to vanquish you and free fair lady Jonathan!”
Arkhon’s eyes grew distant as the pieces of the puzzle finally clicked together for him.
“I’m not a character,” he said, “I’m a roadblock. An obstacle for a young, hot hero to overcome. Is that why a princess was locked in my tower? So some sniveling brat like you can prove themselves by murdering me?”
“That’s,” the knight said, “that’s sort of the idea, yes.”
“Well, I’ll have no part in your foolish games. You want the princess? You can have her. Frankly, you two seem perfect for each other.”
“Hiya!”
Suddenly, Arkhon felt a sharp pain in his foot, like he’d been stung by some sort of insect. He looked down and saw the knight trying to pull his embedded sword out of the dragon’s foot.
“Ow!” Arkhon cried. He reflexively brought his foot up and stomped down on the knight, as if swatting a mosquito. He took the longsword between two claws and pulled it out. Princess Jahanara wept as Arkhon picked the oozing pieces of the knights body out of the cracks in his scales. “Terribly sorry, child. I sincerely didn’t mean to do that.” He covered the body as best he could with a handful of rocks, and stuck the sword into it as a sort of grave marker. The poor child was foolish, but he deserved some dignity in death.
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Another long week passed. Arkhon kept the princess fed with meals of mainly roasted meat. Every day she’d protest, saying “I’m a vegetarian! My faith doesn’t permit me to eat this meat!” But she eventually caved. Arkhon felt bad for making her break her religious vows, but he was no chef. Nothing grew this high up in the mountains! His hands were too large to work a stove or boiling pot! He had no way to feed her fruits and vegetables, and he certainly didn’t want the poor girl to starve!
But another week passed, and the girl was still alive. Arkhon slunk up alongside the tower one day and peered through the open window.
“Princess?” he asked carefully, “May I ask why you are here?”
At first, the princess seemed in no mood to talk. She was curled up in her bed, with her knees drawn to her chest and her head hung low. Her curly hair stuck out in all directions. She didn’t sing, or recite poetry. She didn’t even whine anymore.
“I’m here,” she said finally, “Because I refused to choose a suitor.”
“You used to sing every day about wishing to be rescued by a brave knight,” Arkhon said, “And yet you tell me now that you refused to choose a suitor?”
“Men and women from the four corners of the globe sought my hand,” Jahanara said.
“Actually, a globe has no corners… nevermind… continue.”
“But they were all twice my age! Middle-aged women and men with gray beards! I didn’t want to marry and become a trophy in some duchess or viscount’s bed! I want to sing! I want to travel the world and sing of its many beauties!” She blushed a little. “And… meet its many beauties.”
“Why not just run away, then?” asked Arkhon.
“My parents would not hear of it,” Jahanara said, “Instead of choosing a suitor, they had me imprisoned here. Then, whoever slayed you and ‘won’ me would be worthy of my hand. I’d fall in love with them for their good deed of rescuing me. And it would have worked, too! I would have been enthralled by my savior for at least two months! More than enough time to entrap me in an unbreakable marriage!”
Arkhon paused for a moment. “I… understand how you feel, Princess. I too have never chosen a mate. I’ve never seen a need to. And I-”
Suddenly, something tapped the side of Arkhon’s head. He looked down toward the castle’s gate. A helmeted knight slung a bow over their back. Their armor was unpolished and smeared with dirt. They said nothing as they approached the gate.
Arkhon leapt from the tower, landing with an earth-shaking thud at the gate.
“Her Highness is not seeking any suitors right now,” he hissed, “Leave if you wish to keep your head on your shoulders.”
The knight said nothing. They looked up at the dragon through the shadowed slits of their helmet… and bolted for the gate! Arkhon swung his heavy claw down, but the knight pulled their sword off their back at just the right moment to deflect it. Arkhon stumbled. He stumbled! That was certainly new. The knight ran onto the stairs that wound up the side of the keep and into the tower. Arkhon tried to smash the knight against the wall, but they were too nimble, and leapt between his great fingers. He spread his wings and rose into the air to get a better shot at them. He opened his mouth, and felt his fire breath mixing in the back of his throat. Like bile and saliva gargling together. A stream of liquid flame spewed forth from his mouth. The knight raised their shield, covering most of their body. The flames stuck to the wall and the shield, which the knight had to discard after getting some of the sticky flame on their gauntlet. They were almost to the tower. Once they got inside the door, there would be nothing Arkhon could do. It was nothing but a well-protected spiral staircase all the way up to her.
The knight stopped at the door. It was locked. Aha! Arkhon had them now! He gargled another glob of fire breath. Right as he let fly his blazing saliva, the knight moved out of the way of the door, letting the fire breath break it down for them.
“NO!” Arkhon roared. He had failed to protect the princess. He soared up to the top of the tower, where Jahanara had been watching the whole fight. “Princess, I’m sorry. I have failed you. The knight! The suitor! They’re coming up the stairs!”
“You let one get through?!” Jahanara gasped. She paced around the room. “Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. They’ll send me back to the castle. I’ll never see freedom again! My life is over before it’s even begun!” She sank to her knees and began to sob.
Just then, there came a banging at the door. Jahanara grabbed the most weapon-like object she could find: the fork that she used to eat her heretical meats.
“Oh, the key’s right there,” came a voice from the other side of the door. The knight threw open the wooden door and raised their sword to the window where Arkhon was. Jahanara stepped in front of the knight.
“Stop!” she cried, “Stop right there!”
“Woah, woah!” The knight sheathed their sword, “Princess, I’m here to rescue you!” The knight took off their helmet, revealing a long braid of auburn hair. The knight was in fact a woman. Her tanned face was lightly dusted with freckles. A scar split her left eyebrow in two.
Jahanara faltered for a moment. Arkhon saw the enamoration on her face. But she held up her fork again. “I’m not going back to my kingdom.”
The knight shrugged, still holding her hands up in surrender, “Uh, okay. Can you offer me some sort of compensation? I’m getting paid a lot of money to rescue you, but I’d happily drop you off at the port if the big guy can spare some gold from his hoard.”
Arkhon and Jahanara both looked this woman up and down. Her armor was not of this region. In fact, is was a mismatched monster of different pieces. A samurai’s lacquered shoulder pauldrons, a knight’s steel breastplate, the leather greaves and bracers of some pit gladiator. Was this…?
“Are you… an adventurer?” asked Jahanara.
“I prefer ‘hired help’ when working with royals,” the adventurer said, “But yeah, I’m an adventurer.”
The fork clattered to the ground.
“Do you…” Jahanara stammered, “Would you, perhaps… need someone to… um… sing, um… of your exploits?”
“Sure, that’d be nice,” the adventurer said, her cheeks turning a touch red, “I’ve never had anyone sing about me before. But I also want money.” She looked to Arkhon. “Hey, you’re Arkhon, right? Arkhon the Great Unknowable Wyrm Beneath the Mountains Great and Vast, Vast as His Hoard of Gold Upon Which He, Arkhon the Great Unknowable Wyrm, Slumbers? That’s you?”
Arkhon was absolutely smitten. If Jahanara was his to give, he would give her to this adventurer right away.
“You know my whole name,” he remarked.
“Know your enemy,” the adventurer replied with a wink.
Jahanara stumbled back as if struck by an arrow. She and Arkhon exchanged a look.
“Yes,” Arkhon said, “Oh, yes… you’ll get a portion of gold, my dear. Just enough to set you on your way, pay for a new shield, and a nice dinner at the port.”
The adventurer gave Arkhon a thumbs-up. “Sounds good to me!”
Arkhon held up a claw. “You can start toward my hoard. I’d like a word with my prisoner.”
The adventurer shrugged again. “Okay.” She headed for the door, but turned quickly before leaving. “Don’t. Kill. Her.” Jahanara nearly fainted. The door remained open as the adventurer made her way down the stairs.
Jahanara went to the window where Arkon peered in. She placed a hand on his scaly skin. “Thank you for protecting me.” She gave him a quick kiss on his snout.
Arkhon smiled. He himself didn’t wish for such things as romance, but seeing it in other people brought such light into his otherwise dark and miserly life. “Thank you,” he told Jahanara, “for being my prisoner.”
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For the ask game, edelweiss and jasmine? (And while I'm here, thank you for always providing some much needed sanity on my dash!)
Aww, thank you! But me, sane? Your dash must be pretty wild if I look sane in comparison! ;D But really, I appreciate it! <3
Edelweiss ⇢ how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you?
Funny story, actually - people always assume it's a Harry Potter thing. It's not. I've been using the online alias Timeturner since I was a young teenager, and back then, I had never even read or watched Harry Potter in English. So I didn't even realise that I was using the same name as that one item. Sure, it's a direct translation from the German word for it, but it just never occurred to me to make that translation (and why would it? It was a completely unrelated thing after all).
In fact, I came up with the name when I was playing an MMORPG called Aion Online. The game had just added two new classes - Gunner and Bard - and I wanted to make a Gunner character. The class had a big emphasis on the Steampunk aesthetic, which I love, and I wanted a character name that would match it - and so, after some thinking and back and forth, Timeturner was born. She became my main in that game, but I was always a pretty casual player. Never even maxed her level, in the end. I haven't played Aion in many years now, but I liked the name so much that I kept using it online!
As for Jay, it's just a nickname for my real name, which is Jasmina - and speaking of! ;D
Jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?
Back when the Hobbit movies were announced, I guess you could say I loved the idea of them? I'm a huge fan of Tolkien's works, and I was hoping Peter Jackson would capture the same magic he put into the LotR film trilogy. Which have their own little issues, but are still a fantastic adaptation overall.
Well.
Let's just say that now that the Hobbit movie trilogy is out, I can (and will) rant for hours about how much of a terrible adaptation they are. An insult to Tolkien's works really, and to the New Zealand actors. The problems with the movies go pretty deep, and several people on YouTube have said it much more eloquently than I can (those long video essays about the movies are great btw, can definitely recommend! The ones from Lindsay Ellis and Just Write were my favourites, if I remember correctly!), but I wish those movies had never been made. I'm more exasperated than angry about it these days, but still. They're bad adaptations, and not even good movies when considered as stand-alone works.
#Ask game#waywardvagabonds#Sjfsds sorry for the rant at the end there ;D#The Hobbit movies get me heated 😂
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