#Predator Kyun

[skeyfruit]

First your big marshmallow, and then save the world

[euphoricsunflowers]

when it gets fatal — im changkyun/i.m

a/n: gif by yours truly <3 i didn’t read over this because it’s getting too late and i wanted to get it out so if you see a bunch of mistakes no you didn’t <3

word count: 1.6k

content: sub!changkyun, dom!fem!reader, riding, fingering (reader receives), overstimulation, hickeys, marking, choking (please always choke ur boys safely), sadist themes, angsty vibes

summary: changkyun swears he only fell for you on accident.

every touch feels like a mistake. it feels amazing, it feels like this whole piece of life that changkyun never experienced until your hands meet his skin but it feels wrong. you barely know anything about each other, and he promised himself that he’d be careful, not fall too deep into you, but he did and now he’s stuck drowning in your essence and the intensity of your presence.

you push him onto his bed with force, and it shakes his entire being as you look down upon him like a predator would look at its prey, “you’re beautiful like this,” you murmur, taking a step towards the bed as he props himself up on his elbows.

“like what?” his voice is low, but like a soft low, almost like a whisper, a silent plea for mercy. he doesn’t know if he even wants your mercy.

“it’s hard to describe. it’s the look on your face,” you finally join him on the bed, straddling him with your finger traces his jaw, “it’s the tremble of your lip,” you lean in closer, pressing a kiss to the edge of his lips, feeling the shaky breaths escape him, “it’s the way i know you want me.”

his head dips back, showing you his pretty jaw, as he reflects on his feelings. you weren’t wrong, but he wishes you were. he knows the pain that comes with wanting you and yet he still does. it’s a kind of torment that he can’t help but want, “touch me, please,” his voice is breathy, he feels weak.

but you do so, leaving him aching and aching for more, and he lets himself fall back on the bed to pull you down closer to him, holding you firmly by the shoulders as he pulls you in for a kiss. it’s not one of love, but absolute desperation on his end. he likes the way you taste, in every single sense. your touch wanders around, unbuttoning or moving his clothing in any way necessary to get your hands on his skin.

he moans into the kiss just how you like when your hand massages his clothes crotch, and you smile as you take the opportunity to start kissing lower, leaving marks on his jaw that’ll be impossible to cover up. he didn’t plan to, but maybe you were feeling more possessive today. it didn’t matter to him, “can- can i touch you?”

“you gonna beg me like a good boy?” you ask while simultaneously running your nails against his chest (he keeps his shirts so dangerously under-buttoned) to drag a moan out of him.

“should i?”

“no, i don’t care, touch me if you want to,” you mumble, pressing your lips to his collarbone, continuing to leave marks as you make your way down. his hands wander your body as well, pulling your shirt off just enough to frustrate you and have you do it yourself.

“please,” he groans, and you relent, flipping the both of you over so he holds himself up hesitantly on top of you, but he takes the chance to press his lips to your neck, loving the way you sigh gently and run your fingers through his hair. he doesn’t make as aggressive attempts to mark you even though he’s just as, and likely even more, possessive than you are. instead he chooses just to kiss and suck and lick your sweet skin until you get impatient. he doesn’t mind taking his sweet time but you’re a different story.

“god, i just want to break you,” you murmur, and he raises his head to look you in the eyes, “you’re gorgeous and i just want to wreck you,” your fingertips brush against his jaw and he’s left completely defenseless, defenseless to your touch and your voice and his need for more, “i just want to take all of you and leave nothing.”

he forgets how to breathe for just a moment, your words echoing in his head, “then do it,” he groans, gazing more at your lips than at you, “take all of me, and leave nothing.”

you pull him down in a move that resembles how he pulled you earlier, kissing him fiercely as physically possible, overpowering him with sheer intensity, wrapping your legs around his waist as you flip him over to land on top of him again, “beg.”

“you said you didn’t care,” he mumbles absentmindedly.

“and you said you weren’t gonna fall for me. we all lie, baby,” you smile mockingly, grinding your hips against his, what must be painfully hard now, crotch, dragging a desperate moan out of him. the rush of fleeting and teasing pleasure makes your comment about falling for you slip right out of his head, “now beg.”

“please, y/n, i need you so badly. i don’t need anyone or anything else, just you. only you,” his low voice gives you shivers, but his pleas build that feeling deep in your stomach. he’s so fucking hot when he’s begging, “please, y/n, please i- i need it. please drown and suffocate me in pleasure, i want- i want to suffer if it’s by your hand.”

“cute,” you coo as you get off of him to throw off the rest of your clothes, “strip for me,” and he obeys easily, ditching his clothes in favor of you crawling back on top of him, manipulating his movements with just your finger and leaving him a trembling mess with just a few touches to his poor, neglected cock, “finger me, baby, rub my clit. i’m wet enough.”

he does as asked, making small circular movements with two fingers while his thumb rubs your clit, “is that good?” he asks hesitantly, and you nod, your hands falling to his sides as you use him to keep yourself upright.

“fuck, baby, you’re so good to me,” you murmur with kisses to his neck, making him flinch slightly when your lips brush over a fresh hickey. you almost want to apologize, but you don’t because it’s so arousing to watch him flinch, knowing he wants to becoming nothing but yours makes it even better. he keeps his movements up until you’re close, but then you have to stop him, pulling his hand away reluctantly, “i want to cum on your cock, kyun.”

he gulps, “i- yeah, okay. okay. i’m cool with that,” and his nervousness is somehow both adorable and a turn on.

you tease his tip, making him whine for you, and as pretty as his whines are, you’re getting desperate yourself, and you finally sink down on him. his eyes flutter closed as he succumbs to the incredible feeling of you all around him, “beautiful,” you whisper. you start to move slowly, fueled to keep going with every moan or curse that leaves his pretty lips. his hands rest on your hips but he doesn’t make any effort to control you. it’s not like he could even if he wanted to.

“choke me,” he groans, pulling your hand up to rest against his neck, but when he doesn’t feel any pressure, he whines, “please?”

it’s not the first time he’s asked, and this won’t be the first time you’ve done it, but you still murmur, “beg.”

“please choke me. please? please, i want to feel your hands around my neck. i want that dizzy feeling, it’s absolute ecstasy when it’s you. please.”

you tighten your grip with your one hand, focusing your pressure on the sides so he’s still able to breathe and, more importantly (not really), moan just how you like. he’s not the loudest or the quietest, but every moan you get out of him is worth it when his deep yet whiney voice is the only thing you ever want to hear for the rest of your life.

and you don’t stop your movements on his cock, instead making them faster and more intense, pulling him even closer to the edge. you can tell he’s getting close by the way his face scrunches up and he's holding his breath even though your hand around his neck isn’t impeding his breathing.

“oh my god—fuck, i love you so much, so so much- god, i’m gonna cum—” he cries.

you smirk as he’s so close to coming undone he can almost taste it, “come on, give me all of you, baby. leave nothing left of yourself,” you murmur under his loud and wrecked and beyond helpless moans. he throws his head back as he cries out in helpless pleasure, and you’re not far behind him, not slowing your movements until your high hits.

he starts to squirm, whimpering in pain but his whimpers are so beautiful that you want to make him hurt even more.

he curses under his breath from the intense overstimulation you let go of his neck, running your hand against the back of your neck and grasping at your chest as you breathe heavily, moaning under your breath, your movements becoming sloppy but eventually slowing down as your high subsides.

clarity hits him right after he comes down, and all those bad feelings he could push aside when he was overwhelmed with pleasure come rushing back.

“i love you,” he whispers brokenly, his throat hurting from all the loud cries that escaped him. he silently begs for those sweet little lies he needs to hear to fall past your lips.

“i love you too, kyunie.”

he swears it was an accident; he didn’t mean to fall in love.

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[moon-caramel]

Sweet pain | I.M. Changkyun

⚘ One Shot 

→ Pairing: Changkyun x reader ♀

→ Summary: after a time inaction you send Changkyun a tempting photo, and he would show you how much he had missed your body

→ Gendre: Boyfriend au. // Smut ♔ 

→ Warnings: Dom!Changkyun, whiny!Kyun if you squint, sir kink, dirty talk, overstimulation, oral (fem), pussy slapping, Changkyun being a sadist for placer i guess,

→ Word count: 2,6 k

The smell of the vainilla and soft caramel cover your skin, body shaved, soft and tempting. It’s been over a month since you and Changkyun were intimate, we was too busy working on the comeback, but tonight you had everything planned, Kihyun will send Changkyun early for some rest as he promise you, you bought scented candles some new sexy lingerie that made your breast irresistible.

The buzz of your phone notified a message, you bite your lip instinctively when you see is from Changkyun.

Kyunnie♡: they released me early, going home to you baby ( ° 3°) 

You: i'll be waiting ♡

Yes! you thank mentally to Kihyun, looking yourself in the mirror to adjust the black lingerie that marked your curves, just thinking about Changkyun reaction, his hand squeezing your ass, hugging your breast, it got yourself aroused of the thought. You decide to send Changkyun some sample of what was waiting for him.

You: btw I got your favorite [attached photo]

It was selfie showing your body, thighs to your collarbone, one of your finger playing with the hem of your bralette pulling down to show a little of your nipple, the mirror behind you reflect your ass, he didn't respond immediately and it’s getting you nervous, the sound of your phone made you jump, knocking you off your thoughts

Kyunnie♡: fuuuuck! you getting very naughty little girl

Kyunnie♡: you know is a danger sending a picture like that

You: sorry, couldn't help it ;P

Kynnie♡: ok, wait for me in the door

You: yes sir

(this girl is going to be the death of me, Changkyun thought)

You waited in front of the door like he told you, existed for Changkyun to arrive, maybe you got ahead to send that picture but thanks to it you knew he was going to take you in the minute he cross the door, the heat on your core began to grow, the door opens and Changkyun close it as soon he walk to you, planting a passionate kiss on your lips, he hold your head turning it to the side, his other hand wanders trew your waist, hips and your ass, squeezing one cheek strong enough to make you gasp, he slap it then.

“Fuuck, Changkyun” your body was already sensitive thanks to all the waiting.

“Did you know…” he pressed a short kiss on you “that picture…” he said leaving kissed by your jaw to your ear “got me fucking hard immediately”

“Did it?” you tease him

He grabs your wrist, guiding your hand down to his crotch, he wasn't completely hard, but you could feel the boner growing, especially with your touch

“what do you think ?” he said while he passed to lick your earlobe

Right now you feel like a melting mess, you want Changkyun to take you and you are completely willing to do anything he ask 

“Changkyun, i need you”

He waist no time, you yelp when he carries you to the bedroom were left a pretty and sensual scene in it, the space is illuminated by the warm color of the electric candles. 

He drops you in the bed and cover you with his body after taking off his clothes, Changkyun is on top of you in jeans only, leaving soaked kissed in your chest, when he goes down to your tummy you could feel the wet fabric on your panties thinking of what is coming.

He start stroking your cover pussy, pushing lightly a finger to your entry, you were start to moaning, rocking your hips up to make more friction, Changkyun smirk diabolic watching your movement, trying to ride his finger when he just barely touch you.

“mm.. my pretty baby is so eager”

“yes, Kyunnie please, I need you.. badly”

“mm…” Changkyun took his time to answer you, looking around the room and your body cover y the new lingerie “you've work hard for this night don't you?”

“I've missed you baby”

“such a good girl, i should reward you” he he moves the fabric that cover your pussy, thrusting one of his fingers, you star whimper once he moves outside and inside, massaging your walls.

Before your body could be cover by that electric feeling forming in your core Changkyun pulls out his finger, you moan for the lost looking at him.

“But, you've been pretty naughty right?”

You are confused by this words you can only shake your head denied them.

“You send me that picture to tease me right? wearing this new lingerie that barely covers you” you nodd

“I bet Kihyun send me home early because you ask him... right?” FUCK you nodd again “you're so greedy baby” he mock you

“Should I reward or punish you?..” of course he would find a way to turn all of this on his benedict, he keeps your eyes looked on you “maybe both” 

He pull your panties off, so happy to see the a juicy thread connecting the fabric and your core.

He runs his tongue in the space of your folds, savoring the liquid that collects in it

“fuck baby you taste so good, I love how wet you get for me”

He separates your legs to the sides, and thrust two fingers back inside you forceful reaching your g-spot making you shriek, the heat in your core grows boiling your blood, your walls squeezing around Changkyun’s fingers, still they move strongly your walls are so wet, they feel like silk to him.

You weren’t thinking straight, your brain was getting shut down, you move your hand down to your clit instinctively, Changkyun slap your hand away, finger still moving inside you faster this time, he slap your clit and your body react jumping a little.

“My Kitten, you don't want to be selfish..” he gives you clit one more slap “I did told you I'll reward you, you don’t need to be a brat” 

“I’m s-sorry…” he did say he will reward you, also to punish you, you need to be his good girl as much as he wants “I’m really sorry sir” lucky for you, you knew how to do it.

You wanted to smile once you see him biting his lips, but you represt it, that will only bring you more trouble. He presses his thumb in your clit careful.

“This is your only warning kitten, you are not allowed to touch yourself or me” You nodd not wanting to bring any trouble to you

He spread his fingers in a V shape, joining them when he pulls them outside, and forming a V shape again when their inside stretching your cunt. His lips are on your swollen clit, kissing it softly the tip of his tongue comes to lick it in occasions, you're hand grabbing the sheets while your ride Changkyun fingers as his face, the only way you managed to breathe is threw your crying moans you feel the knot in your stomach wanting to burst

“Cha’angkyun, I im cooming” you wail

He kept his step steady, bringing more friction in your clit suckin it, he feels your walls to clench around, bringing your ormgasm, your grab the sheet tighter turning your knuckles white, he let you ride your orgasm in his finger and leaves your clit to let it breathe, keeping his finger inside you when you you're done he opens them once again while your walls are throbbing, the action made you weep.

He was so focused in your open pussy, watching your glistening juice of your cum, dripping in your entrance, so hungry and hypnotized by it, once you catch your breath you see him, he's eyes are darker than you seen, black like an predator looking at its prey.

“Fuck, you should see how wet you are” 

“Don’t sa-ay stuff like that” you could feel the red in your cheeks

“why not?... don't you like when I make you come?

“yes.. but it’s embarrassing, from where you're looking I guess” 

“mm.. you know sir loves your tight pussy” You can see his wry smile, coming to suck all the cum around your sex.

You are still sensitive of your past orgasm, so the small action make your back arch pressing your head to the mattress, then his tongue comes to your inside, fuck, you could feel the wet muscle licing your walls that were making you moan, you could feel the heat in your body coming back. 

“Si- sir!, I g-nna combh” your words are cut by the second orgasm you feel, growling out your pleasure

Your walls tumbling at Changkyun tongue made him harder, he had misses you as much you missed him, misses how he could make your body jitter, to ruin you for days, that your pussy will throb as just the thought of what he did.

He gives your cunt a break for the moment, you can't really react, or think clearly, he places himself on top of you again, caressing your skin, leaving a hot feeling around he places he touch, his head goes down to kiss you, you're still weak, but you manage to follow his kiss, letting his tongue inside you, you can clearly feel the cream of your cum, you can even smell you. 

“are you enjoying yourself kitten” he coos and you nodd “do you want to continue” he places his hand on your pussy, enjoying feeling it still pulsing.

“I.. I don’t know If a can” 

“I know you can” he kept his lips close to yours “you work so hard for this night” he goes leaving small pecks in your lips, jaw and neck “and I want to feel good to” he pound 

⚘ Honestly this man gives a puppy face, you don't know what dominates you more, his dom side or that puppy face ⚘

“You can take one more time baby, do it for your sir”

“I’ll try”

“good, now be a good girl and get on top me”

“wha-at?” 

“well baby I worked hard for you, you can do it for me right?” This fucker

After helping you turn on top of him, you line your core to his shaft, already hard and venty, he probably was this hard since your first orgasm, but you don't think to much about it.

All the work in your pussy leave you wet and stretch for him, but it's for your body you fear, Your waist is still in a lull while and your legs are numb.

But not of that matter, the only thing you feel cleary is the heat on your core crying for being filled, as you go down, Changkyun cock is spreading your sensitive walls, he grabs each side of your waist pulling you, once you finally reach to the end, you can feel the pubic hair in your skin.

He keeps his eyes on you, you look adorable, how hard you are trying to adjust to the fill of his length, how the sweat makes your skin glow with the dimmed lights, he wants to keep you like that to admire you more.

But after enjoying you moaning he wants more, he moves his hips up, making you jump on him

“c'mon baby, I want to feel you” 

You move your body, your sensitive crying is all that keep you breathing, Changkyun place his hands behind his head, getting comfortable to see you, moving your hips.

“You are doing so well baby”

The praise helps you keep the pace, you are in the edge just about to see the stars for the third time you just need a little more, you are tempted to move your hand to your clit but you remember Changkyun's rule of touching you, you know you only option is to beg

“”Chaa-kyun.. daddy please”

“mm what is it baby”

“Plea’se touch me” His hand comes to tease your inner thigh 

“Like this?” You can only shaking your head, begging him to for more “But baby you're already too sensitive, you really want me to ruin you?”

“Yes!..” you whine

“Then said it baby, I want to hear you begging”

You breathe, catching some air to help you speak “Sir, ple-ase, t-touch me, I want you to ruin me” 

After hearing those sweet word for him, he places his thumb in your swollen clit, the new sensation makes your inside cry, you can barely move correctly.

Changkyun grabs your hip with his other hand, helping you move, you are already about to cry, but he feel the blood in him boiling, fuck he can no longer hold this any longer.

You're are moving to slow, he turns you around now on top of you, before you could say something or complain about your lost orgasm, without warning he push himself deeper inside you.

Ramming inside you, you will be too sore tomorrow but it's the least of your thought, right know the feeling of Changkyun cock moving inside and out of your is the only you want to feel, a pleasant pain that punish you.

And just like that your third orgasm comes to life, your cry doesn't last long but but your body keep shaking. Changkyun slow down but the scene of you does little to help him stay calm

“Baby..” he goes quietly to your face, careful with his touch he cup your face with one hand, the other helping supporting him on top you.

“you did so well ____, I'm so proud baby” his praise help you calm down, with pecks in your lips as reward “I need to come, will you be okay if I do it inside?”

You can feel his member pulsing inside, communicating with your walls, you are sure you can hold some strokes, you can do it for him.

“I'm sure I can take it”

“that’s my girl”

He start a slow pace, making sure to not cause pain for you, his hand comes to your back, removing your bralette and your breasts comes free, he enjoy squishing them softly.

he goes sucking the skin around one nipple leaving soft colors of pink in them. Tomorrow you will look at them fondly.

His movements inside you become faster, he keep trying to be calm, although you appreciate the care he's giving, you really are eager for him.

“Changkyun” his eyes focus on you, while he suck your other breast “You can.. move faster if you want”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded, and he set to kiss you, you can feel his smile in the kiss, he start moving with no hesitation, pulling himself inside and out of you faster, the sound of the skin slapping grows. 

In a few seconds Changkyun growls deeply in the space of your neck, filling you with his cum, pushing every drop inside you.

After you both manage to calm your breathing, he pulled himself out carefully from you but the shift still make you sob. He fix the hair in your face.

“You are amazing baby girl” he keeps giving you small pecks

“You now I will be sore tomorrow”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, how about I make you bath?”

“I would like that” 

After a long kiss, he put on a sweatpants, and prepare you a warm bath.

→ a/n: I feel this took to long and I'm sorry for that, a funny fact is I had to rewrite this request cuz the first version didn't work // I have this problem that I either want to dominate changkyun or want him to be the dom

Ⓒ mooncaramel 2020 , all rights reserved, Do not copy/translate/repost , 

thank you for the support ♡!

[monstaxmafiaau]

Give It All To Me (Part 19)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18)

Shownu’s hand held yours as he lead you the stairs back towards your bedrooms. His gaze meets yours as he comes to a stop at your door. “Sleep well,” he leans in pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You stare at him in surprise. This was not the Shownu you had experienced downstairs not even an hour before.

“Sh-?”

“No,” he says with a shake of his head. “I know you need a little longer and privacy.” His knuckles drag down your arm before he squeezes your hand. “I can wait. You set the pace remember?”

You nod and lean in to kiss him again. He deepens it, hands on your hips until he pulls away and steps back releasing his hold on you.

“Goodnight Beautiful.”

“Goodnight.”

He goes towards his room and you shut the door leaning back against it feeling your heart race at the thought of him being the opposite of anything you had ever anticipated. He was being patient, kind, and willing to let you decide what happened between you. Your fingertips trace your lips making you smile and remember the feel of him.

….

You sat folded up in an overstuffed armchair watching Minhyuk and Chankgyun play video games. Shownu, Hyungwon, and Kihyun had gone out on business and Jooheon had gone to the gym with Wonho. You knew it was on the property, just know where.

“What is it Princess?” Changkyun asks, leaning back to look past Minhyuk at you.

You smile at him and throw a grape. He dodges it and flashes a smile at you.

“What’s on your mind?” Minhyuk pauses the game turning to you. “We can see the wheels turning in that pretty little head of yours.”

You laugh, shaking your head. You were beginning to like them a lot more which was dangerous if anything ever went south in this weird dynamic you had with them all.

“Can I make you guys dinner tonight? As a thank you.”

Min studies you over before nodding. “Sure. I’m sure Kihyun wouldn’t mind taking a break.”

“Can you take me to the store then?” You ask fidgeting with the hem of your leggings.

Min and Changkyun exchange a glance before turning back to you. Changkyun reaches up fiddling with his eyebrow piercing. You had noticed it was thing he did when he was unsure about something.

“Just to the local market. I’ll be quick and go with whoever you think is best.”

“Let me call boss man.” Min says standing and taking his cell as he steps out of the room. Changkyun studies you over.

“We like you, you know. You don’t have to make us dinner to accomplish that.”

You smile at him and glance as Minhyuk reenters. “It’s not that, Kyun. I just want to do something nice.”

“Is this to suck up to Kihyun for him almost catching you and boss man doing it on the kitchen counter last night?” Min asks and you blush as Changkyun’s mouth drops open in surprise.

“No.”  You hide your burning cheeks. “But what did he say?”

“He said if I go you can and you have to let me pay for everything.”

“Deal!” You grin getting up and going to grab you coat and bag.

….

Minhyuk asked what the next item on your quest was you carried around you bright red shopping bag that was half full of delicious items for tonight.

“It’s down here, I think.” He says. His hand on your arm as he points to a stall at the end. You both move towards but you immediately stop with him in tow as you see him. He was here of all places. He smirks once your gaze meets his head on. His stance casual but his attire anything but. He was in all black and he looked ready for a fight if needed.

“Min,” you spoke softly, your voice on the verge of trembling. “He’s here.”

“Who?” Minhyuk looks at you confused, but then it dawns on him as he looks up. His gaze following yours and his grip on your arm tightens. “Time to go, okay?”

“Please,” you croaked out. Aware that if anything happened here Minhyuk could lose you easily in the crowd and you would no longer be safe. You both turn and he puts you back in front of him.

“Call Shownu now,” he states shoving his cell into your hands as he watches you surroundings as you walk towards the exit. You quickly the his name and put the phone to your ear.

“Minhyuk?” Shownu asks.

“It’s me. We aren’t alone.” You say, your voice trembling now. Shownu’s grip tightens on the phone. Minhyuk’s hand pushes against your back as he pushes someone to the side getting you through a thicker crowded section.

“Where is Minhyuk?”

“Behind me. He’s guiding me out. He said to call you.”

“Okay,” Shownu’s tone turns soothing after he hears yours cracking. “Do exactly what Minhyuk says, okay Baby?”

“Yeah.”

“Good girl. I’ll see when you get here. Just… come back to me.”

“I will.” You say before ending the call as Minhyuk pushes you through the last little crowd and you step onto the busy sidewalk.

“Come on,” he grabs your hand tugging you down the sidewalk. You glance over your shoulder to see him smirking and following, the look of a predator once again shaking you to your core as you hurry away from him.

....

Back at the compound Shownu is to your side of the car opening the door and pulling you into his arms. “You okay?”

You nod, hugging him around his waist. His hands warm on your back holding you close to him. You hear him thank Minhyuk before he takes you inside and to his office. You stare him as he paces up and down the length of the room.

“Shownu?” You whisper.

He looks up, biting his lip.

“I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head lifting his hand to stop you. “It’s not your fault.”

You sigh moving towards him. He stops pacing and pulls you against his chest.

“Minhyuk did a wonderful job.”

Shownu smiles, petting your hair. “He always does.”

“He didn’t hesitate. It happened fast. He was incredible.”

Shownu laughs cupping your face. His thumb dragging back and forth across your cheek bone.

“Thank you,” you murmur before leaning up to kiss him. He kisses you back. The kiss was soft, barely there brushes while his hands gently cupped your face and yours fell to his waist. You pull away, eyes slowly fluttering open to meet his gaze.

“You are beautiful.”

You blush before stepping back. “I should start dinner. Minhyuk promised to get that last item for me.”

Shownu smiles, squeezing your hand before he lets you go and returns to his work.

(Part 20)

[tellywoodtrash]

kwk lb: aamir khan

every time karan calls this dumbass show of his NATIONALLLLLLLLL TELEVISION, i lose 3 years off my life.

uhhhhhhhhhh karan, you're not a millenial either.

god i cringe every time he tries to appropriate 'millenial culture'. ffs, you're like a decade outside the range.

also fomo is not a disorder, gtfo.

aditya chopra sounds like he's living my his best life.

what do these confessions of his have to do with the damn guest?????

lol thugs as a diwali release. aamir and srk switched their festivals this year.

gotta say aamir looks good. pretentious af, but good.

LMAO SACHAAI SEEDHE BAAHAR KI BRO IM JUST HERE FOR PR.

ugh karan hyping thugs ainvayi mein.

yeah you should be nervous about this movie, aamir. it looks like a spectacular trashfire. oh it'll make money, hundreds and hundreds of crores, but looks like a steaming hot heap of absolute trash.

can't believe aamir and srk have stooped to these kinda garbage movies now.

lmao karan not buying that aamir didn’t do dangal just coz he was “appeasing a certain sensibility”.

so basically a straight ripoff of jack sparrow. like, in every single way.

ugh karan stop kissing ass with the “progressive” shit.

yeah the home situation with reena/kiran is nothing new or interesting, pls move on.

ofc his kids want to be in the movies. do any of their kids not?

damn he sounds like a harsh critic. poor junaid.

UGH I DON'T GIVE ONE SINGLE FUCK ABOUT WHAT THESE TWO MEN HAVE TO SAY ABOUT #METOO.

“it's sad that women have had to come out and speak about it to have created this environment.”

YEAH. IT IS. AND WHAT DID YOU DO ABOUT IT, ASSHOLES? you knew this shit was happening. you always knew. and you did shit. and now for you to sit here and talk about it and gain cool progressive ally points, literally fuck outta here.

forget that song, dil as a movie itself is a misogynist fucking nightmare. he almost rapes her, and then at the last minute doesn't, AND SHE FALLS IN LOVE WITH HIM. FOR NOT RAPING HER. LIKE....................

uh huh “SHOCKED” i’m sure.

that it came out. not that it happened.

omfg this conversation is everything i hate about this topic. WHY THE FUCK WOULD ANYONE PREY ON YOU? YOU'RE AT THE FUCKING TOP OF TOTEM POLE. HOW THE HELL CAN YOU THINK, AFTER HEARING ACCOUNTS ABOUT SOMEONE, THAT OH HE DIDN'T BEHAVE THAT WAY WITH ME, SO HE ISN'T A PREDATOR? it's like saying oh charles manson didn't murder ME, so he's not a murderer. chutiyaaaa hai kya?

aaaaaaaaaaaaand he's walking away with the credit for “taking action”. amaze. 

and karan and his fucking tone-deafness. jfc what kinda delusion. what it must be like to live life as a privileged man with immense power.

please you fuckers are sleeping well at night no matter what. give me a break.

i'm feeling veryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy stabbyyyyyy right now after this fuckall performative garbage of a “segment”.

great sycophantry (that’s a word right?) towards bachchan now. ugh.

yeah bachchan does seem to have that sanki uncle persona, where if he calls, you’re like shit i’ve fucked up. esp. with his saltyass tweets on how no one will return his bday sms's/tweets or some shit. like get over it, grandpa.

ok aamir's pre-release “disorder” sounds like a right fucking nightmare.

blah blah blah is there any juicy goss this ep (that hasn't already been outed in the promos/previews) or should i stop watching already?

karan, if someone is playing THAT hard to get, then you should take the hint that they DON'T WANT to come. 

strong fraternity feeling uh huh. not at all a PR photo op.

yeah of course you and your mid-life crisis don't see any difference between you+srk/ranveer+ranbir

HOW MANY TIMES WILL YOU PLUG THE DAMN MOVIE KARAN. WE FUCKING GET IT. THUGS IS RELEASING THIS WEEK. LORD.

ugh this phone game sounds dumb af. it's like the phone a friend in kbc, except utterly pointless.

sorry too much second-hand embarrassment at the prospect of this only. fwding.

koffee shots - aka we couldn't find anyone to come with you in this episode coz no one likes you/tumhara ego kuch zyaada hi bada hai, toh karan has to play the game with you. it’s this show’s version of taking a cousin to prom.

why did they pair katrina with varun next week tho? so random. she could have come in this ep with aamir?

what are these shots of though? like what are they drinking?

lmao aamir laughing at karan's sex injury.

exactly who’s surprised that aamir’s cheated?

sexy intern??????????????? jfc karan.

y’all are grownass men, why the fuck are you still getting hickeys in places ppl can see them jfc.

yeah no one needed to know the shower bs.

of course karan regifts. we already knew from the last ep.

oh ho, malaika's dropped the khan finally.

and karan's indicating she's gonna switch it up for a kapoor. hmmmmmmm.

gotta say she looks amazing. lord may my mallu genes be as potent as hers and lead me to age this well.

aamir rating himself

he seems like a bit of a troll himself, which is why he doesn’t take them seriously. 

ew he smokes a pipe, how pretentious.

i am karannnn: “that was witty?????”

food/sex? “apne ko toh dono chahiye.”

don’t we all, but that was not the question.

god bachchan forced him to join twitter. sach mein he’s one unbearable sanki buddha. 

ugh these answers are so laaaaaaaaame.

HE'S NOT PICKINGGGGGGGG ANYTHINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG HE'S SO ANNOYINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG WITH HIS AINVAYI KA DIPLOMACY

welll done my asssssss. aise hi channe ki jhaad pe chadha rahi hai.

of course karan's an insta-stalker. why's this surprising to anyone?

“i love being followed.” godddddd.

lmao i suspect aamir's laughing coz he knows karan can never give up gossip. ever.

lol shopping ki bhi beizzattti.

awkwardness with katrina impending after that answer.

LMAO LIKE KARAN JOHAR'S EVER BEEN ON THE MUMBAI LOCAL.

real best friend: aditya chopra. hmmmm.  

but does it even count when you're cousins????

sexiest actor: john abraham

lolololol who even cares about HIM anymore???

how can the feeling that someone NEEDS you be... good?

(that too coming from the man who wrote “main kissi ki zaroorat nahi, kwahish banna chahti hoon.”)

WHAT THE FUCK HE PICKED KAREENA OVER TWINKLE

lol he’s prolly changing it to kareena coz she’s in takht and he has to kiss ass to get it done.

idk i feel shakun batra's the most promising outta the three? makes appropriately commercial movies, but pleasantly subversive ones. also gets good performances outta his actors. i think the choice was pretty clear.

FUCKING PICKKKKKKKKKKKKK ONE OF THEM, KARAN YOU ASSHOLE. THIS IS BULLLLLLLLLSHITTTTTTTTT.

LOL AAMIR'S GLEE AT HIS INABILITY TO PICK. 

pft ainvayi mein de diya isko hamper, ofc karan wouldn't take it on his own show. also that bhai answer was lame as fuck.

lmao karan is being salty.

ouff abhi bhi 10 min baaki hai quiz waali bakchodi ke liye.

“i'm not known for my speed.” ... good for kiran, i guess. snort.

“i'm not known for my information.” oh pls karan.

LAY OFF ALIA YOU PERV SHE'S WAY TOO YOUNG FOR YOU UGH THERE'S MANY OTHER AGE APPROPRIATE ACTRESSES

pffffffft the dumbass pet peeves list. hattt yahaan se, hypocrite.

how are some of these answers “correct”???? like, asking him his preferences? how is there a “correct” answer to those? 

snort aamir trying to psych karan out.

lolllllllllllll aamir's confusion at the concept/existence of a mochaccino.

why do these grownass men not know their warm colours?

THREE THINGS YOU CAN DO WITH YOUR HAND PE THARAK KI TARAF KYUN JAATA HAI TUM LOGON KA DIMAAG

HOLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII SONGS COME THE FUCKKKKKKK ONNNNNNNNN OMG YOU’RE A BLIGHT ON THE NAME OF BOLLYWOOD

wow he picked resul pookutty over bhanu athaiya? surprising.

khud ke show par hi prize le gaya. pft.

some more thugs plugging, blearghhhhhhhhh.

next week looks more fun. lol @ varun and his always wanting to pee. he did that during the FC interview with anupama chopra/anushka too.

lmao sab ko shaadi kab ho rahi hai question. i love varun.

[arnavsinghraizada]

A Hard Pill - Part 1

WOW GUESS WHO IS ON A ROLL TONIGHT? Not me, haha, no I wrote this a long time ago, and am just now putting it up. 

Am I going to force all of you to read my crappy fanfics? But… of cOurse? 

I’m sorry

Arnav Singh Raizada had lived through many things. He had survived his mother committing suicide in front of him, braved being thrown out of his own home at fourteen years old, even managed to come to terms with the woman he loved using him to get to his slimy brother-in-law. Unprofessionalism, however, was something he felt he would never be able to wrap his mind around. The cancellation of an internationally attended conference at the last possible minute was potentially the biggest mistake a businessperson could make. Then again, it was Multani’s funeral, he couldn’t have cared less. Some part of him realized that he was being incredibly irrational, the irritation and stress of a multitude of events piling up causing him to lash out the way he had. Being stuck on a red eye flight back to Delhi, back to his wife hadn’t helped matters in the slightest. After the way their last encounter had ended, he had been looking forward to some time away from her. Some time to sort through her words as well as his own feelings.

Khushi.

She was - he didn’t know what to believe when it came to her. On one hand, he wanted more than anything to blindly believe whatever she had told him about Shyam. He wanted to believe that she felt nothing for that snake - that maybe she felt something for him. He couldn’t afford to think like that. He wouldn’t be blindly sucked into another trap. Not again.

“Sir, hum ghar pohonch gaye. We’re home.”

Mohan’s voice broke his reverie and Arnav found himself fighting the pool of dread building up within him at what his arrival back at Shantivan meant. Khushi. Shyam. The entire situation was one big mess that he had thoroughly found himself stuck in the middle of. Gesturing for Mohan to bring his things inside, he turned and began to walk slowly towards the house that signified the destruction of everything he held dear.

He hadn’t taken 3 steps into the house when Di was there, overbearing and questioning as always. As much as he loved her, a small part of him had to admit that she was not who he had wished to see. A larger part of him had hoped Khushi would be there to greet him, look at him with that unspoken glint in her eyes, that devotion that he loved so much. Alarmingly enough, more often than not, he was less concerned with whether or not it was a lie, and more concerned with whether she looked at only him that way. It was a hard pill to swallow when he was forced to acknowledge that if she promised to only look at him that way, he could forget everything and spend his life giving her whatever she wanted. There was not a sum of money in the world, no priceless jewel that he couldn’t acquire for her - if she promised to only gift him with the pleasure of her warm gaze.

“Tum itne achanak se kaise agaye? How did you come back so suddenly?” Di asked, ushering him down onto the sofa as she called for Hariprakash to bring him a coffee.

“Di, voh akhri minute pe conference cancel ho gaya. At the last minute, the conference was cancelled. So I just came back.” He leaned his head back against the cool fabric of the sofa, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Acha kiya! Aapko pata hai, humne aapko kitni baar phone kiya! You did good! We called you so many times!”

There was definitely a scolding note present in her voice now and Arnav barely managed to suppress a groan at the upcoming headache he was sure to have.

“Khushiji ko kitni chinta ho rahi thi, unki toh halat hi kharab hogayi thi! Khushi was so worried, she was a wreck!”

For a second he felt as if his heart had stopped. Khushi had been worried about him?

“Maine message toh kiya tha. I texted, didn’t I?” He hoped his voice still sounded casual enough, that his desperation to hear more about Khushi’s concern for him wasn’t heard in his tone.

“Chote! Sirf message se kaam nahin chalta! Khushiji aapki patni hai, voh aapko miss toh karengi, na? Arnav, a text is not enough! Khushi is your wife, she’ll obviously miss you when you go away, wont she?”

Obviously. It seemed simple enough. A wife would miss her husband the first time he went away from home after their wedding. Except theirs wasn’t a simple marriage, an ordinary love story.

Love. He could’ve laughed aloud. He would’ve too, sheerly at the ridiculousness of his situation, if it wouldn’t have alarmed Di.

“Hum toh unhe aapke peeche peeche London bejhne vaale teh. I was about to send her to London after you.”

Arnav felt his heart thud erratically, absentmindedly running a hand over his chest to soothe the sudden ache. In another world, Khushi could have come to London with him, he could have shown her the entire world, watched her face light up at the different sights and foods.

“Chote, aap fresh ho jaiye. Vaise toh Shyamji aapke bathroom ko istimaal kar rahe teh, lekin ab tak toh unka hogaya hoga. Arnav, why don’t you go and freshen up? Shyam was using your bathroom, but he should have finished by now.”

And just like that, he was brought crashing back to reality. Shyam. In his bedroom. The bedroom he shared with Khushi. Some primal part of him roared in outrage, infuriated at his brother-in-law’s audacity. Struck with a horrible thought, it was suddenly difficult to breathe as he wondered whether that was the reason Khushi was nowhere to be found? He had to know.

In that moment, Arnav hated himself and his masochism. Why was he so desperate to cause himself further pain? To cement the fact that Khushi did not feel for him what he did for her. She never had and she never would.

Without another word, he strode determinedly towards the stairs, taking them two at a time as he advanced towards his bedroom.

The low murmur of voices made his heart stop cold as he realized that there were indeed two people inside. Ice seemed to be spreading through his chest as he moved close enough to hear what was being said.

“…Vaise bhi aapke Arnavji toh ghar pe hain nahin toh hum sochein ki unki kami hum hi poori kar de. Your Arnav isn’t at home anyways, so I thought that I would fill his place.”

There was no mistaking that voice. Arnav would recognize the crooning voice of his slimy brother-in-law anywhere. It was another minute before he realized just what was being said. He could almost hear his blood thundering through his veins, a knot of rage building inside of him.  

“Vaise gaur se dekhe Khushiji, toh kami bhi kaisi? Voh ho ya no ho, na aapko farq padta hai na aapke shaadi shuda zindagi mein gehra badlaav aata hai. Kyun, sahin keh rahe hain na Khushiji? Well… if you look closely, Khushi, what absence? Whether he’s here or not, it doesn’t make a difference to you, nor does it affect your… married life very much. Am I right?”

Arnav felt his hands curl into fists, blunt nails digging into his flesh. There was no mistaking the insinuation present in those words. That Shyam would have the audacity to speak to Khushi, his wife, in that way under Arnav’s own roof - he could feel his heart thundering in anticipation of the upcoming confrontation. The two of them had the nerve to - when Di was at home?! Pushing his own hurt aside, he let his anger take hold of him, anger at the injustice against his sister overrun his broken heart, agonized over what it considered a second betrayal. He had just readied himself to storm inside when he heard her.

Khushi.

“Bahar nikal jaiye yahaan se! Get out of here!”

She didn’t sound pleased - far from it. It would take a fool not to hear the derision, the anger present in her voice. Every muscle in his body seemed to freeze at her words. Her voice was like a wave of - something - crashing down over him. Something that seeped into his heart and melted the ice he had built up around it.

Khushi was telling Shyam to leave? She didn’t want him near her? His heart began its erratic thudding again, a balloon of hope rising in his chest. Could she-

“Arre vah, aapne varna nahin bola? Chalo hum hi bol dete hai, varna? Wow, you didn’t say ‘or else?’ Let me do it for you then. Or else?”

Arnav’s temper flared again. Shyam was the worst of all predators, so grossly oblivious to his own nature.

“Humne kaha na aapse- Didn’t I just tell you-” Khushi began, a hint of fear seeping into her words now, and part of him wanted to call out to her - let her know that he would never let anything happen to her. A larger part of him urged him to remain silent. This was the moment he would learn the truth.

“Arre Khushiji, humari baat samajhne ki koshish keejye na. Hum ab bhi aapki pasand ban sakhte hai, ek zamane mein toh teh hi, na? Oh Khushi, try and understand what I’m saying. I can still be what you want, at one point I was, wasn’t I?”

He could almost see the lecherous smirk that would have crossed Shyam’s face with those words and felt a strong desire to throttle the life out of him. To put an end to the man who had attempted to destroy his sister’s life, and was now attempting to harass his wife. The implication of Shyam’s words, that there had been a time when - that Khushi didn’t want - it wasn’t something he could bear to think about. If Shyam’s words meant what he thought they did, then he had a lot more repenting to do than he ever could have imagined.

“Nikal jaiye yahaan se! Get out!” Khushi cried and Arnav could imagine the fear she must have been feeling at Shyam’s words, the anger. Wordlessly pleading with her to hold on for only a while longer, Arnav’s hand braced against the wall, going white with the pressure of his grip.

“Humari kamzori. Aapki yeh ghusse bhari aankhein. Vaise bhi, aap Arnavji ko inn nazaron se kaha dekhti hogi? My weakness,” Shyam said, drawing out the last word in a way that made his blood boil. “Your anger filled eyes. You probably don’t look at Arnav with those eyes?”

The mention of her eyes, so pure and open - how could he have been so blind? Khushi’s eyes had always been open for him to find the truth in - why had he never bothered looking?

“Apni gandi zubaan se unka naam bhi mat leejye! Don’t you dare say his name!” She snarled and Arnav felt his eyes fly open, a kind of warmth gripping his chest at the protectiveness in her tone. …Was there hope after all?

“Hum unki nahin, aapki nazar ki baat kar rahe hai. Toh kahiye na Khushiji, sach hai na. Iss tarah toh aap sirf humein dekhti hogi. Aur aapka yahi dekhne ka tareeka humare dil mein bas gaya hai Khushiji. I’m talking about you, not him. Tell me though, you only look at me that way, right? And it’s that very gaze that has stolen my heart.”

Enough. He had heard enough. Striding forwards, he was met with a sight that caused red to begin to seep into the corners of his vision.

Shyam. Standing shirtless in his bedroom, hovering over his wife.

Both of their attention snapped to him upon his entry, and the horror on Shyam’s face was almost comical when Arnav began to advance.

“Arnavji!” Khushi cried and his focus was diverted momentarily when she ran towards him and threw herself into his arms. He could feel tears dampening the fabric of his shirt and his arms came up to hold her to him, revelling in the way she clutched him tighter.

“Aapne humein phone kyun nahin kiya? Hum kitne pareshaan teh! Why didn’t you call me? I was so worried!” She cried, her small hands moving to form fists and bang against his chest.

“Khushi,” he muttered quietly, one hand moving to catch hers and still its movements, “we’ll talk later.”

Something about his tone must have gotten through to her because her face was suddenly tense as she pulled away from him, the fear in her eyes apparent now. Evidently, she thought he had misunderstood the situation, yet again. Oh, she had no idea.

Moving her aside, he gently tucked her behind him, turning his attention back to Shyam who looked like a cross between furious and ill.

“I warned you to stay the fuck away from my wife, Shyam Manohar Jha.”

“Saale Sahib, hum toh bas - I was just -”

“Now you’re going to get it.”

A cliffhanger? But…of course! Stay tuned!

[titoslondon-blog]

New Post has been published on Titos London

#Blog New Post has been published on http://www.titoslondon.co.uk/exclusive-salman-khan-gets-candid-about-his-equation-with-katrina-kaif/

Exclusive: Salman Khan gets candid about his equation with Katrina Kaif

The Katrina-Salman chemistry has been fodder for tabloids, predating her linkup with Ranbir Kapoor. After a dud debut with Kaizad Gustad’s Boom in 2003, Kaif, a Londoner with little fluency in Hindi, got her first taste of success in 2005 with the Salman Khan-starrer Maine Pyaar Kyun Kiya?

A decade on, they continue to make headlines with every public spotting. This month, the duo return as co-stars in Tiger Zinda Hai, a sequel to the box-office franchise that sees Khan as a RAW agent who falls in love with a Pakistani spy (Kaif). Is he an entertaining co-star to work with or a trusted mentor she looks up to? “He’s not my mentor,” she retorts. Khan cuts in, “She won’t allow that, but you know the world knows or at least perceives it that way,” he cackles.

On Salman: T-shirt, AllSaints. Jeans, Robin’s Jean. On Katrina: Workwear bra, wide-legged trousers; both Givenchy by Riccardo Tisci. Diamond rings, Kaj Fine Jewellery

A lethal combination of humour and brawn, Khan is like Joey Tribbiani trapped in Rocky Balboa’s body. He looks left, then right, before assuming a serious stance to tackle the question head-on. “I don’t think anyone can mentor anyone. Katrina is very hard-working and dedicated; she’s done it all on her own,” he says in his baritone, as she nods on.

Funny man and philosopher, Khan is a contradiction. Sensitive yet brash, controversial yet caring, he’s the aloof star who is so accessible to fans that both men and women want to be his friends. The coming year will mark 30 years in the industry for Khan, who started his career with Biwi Ho To Aisi (1988), before gaining national fame with Maine Pyar Kiya a year later. In comparison, Kaif is every bit his junior—a fact she exploits during our interview, especially to escape answering first. “It’s definitely fair; seniors first,” she says.

On Katrina: Bustier dress, Ermanno Scervino. Leather jacket, Dsquared2. Boots, Aperlaï. Choker, Outhouse

I’m asking them what my Uber driver really wants to know: “Are they back again?” And he’s not talking about them sharing screen space after a hiatus of five years. A legit superstar, Khan understands the preoccupation fans have with his personal life. For years, every gossip columnist in the country has been obsessed with his inability to commit. The actor’s taken it in good stead, even joking about his virginity on a popular talk show. “People are interested in our lives because we don’t share it,” he says. “To a star there has to be this mystery around, where everybody can say whatever they want about them but the star will never share that. Our living rooms are for the world, for the whole country, but our bedroom is our personal space.”

Read the complete interview in Vogue India’s December 2017 issue that hits stands on December 4, 2017

On Salman: T-shirt: Zara. Jeans: Robin’s Jean. On Katrina: Dress, boots; both Fendi

Photographed by Signe Vilstrup. Styled by Anaita Shroff Adajania

Hair: Daniel Bauer/Artist Factory (Katrina Kaif); Team Hakim’s Aalim (Salman Khan). Make-up: Rosario Belmonte/Anima Creative Management (Katrina Kaif); Sudesh Naag (Salman Khan). Production: Imran Khatri Productions; Divya Jagwani. Photographer’s assistants: Niels-Kristian Baerentzen; Adhiraj Chakrabarti. Assistant stylist: Priyanka Kapadia. Styling in association with: Alvira Agnihotri & Ashley Rebello. Editorial assistant: Janine Dubash. Photographer’s agency: Tomorrow Management. Location courtesy: TCI Industries Limited/Mukesh Mills

The post Exclusive: Salman Khan gets candid about his equation with Katrina Kaif appeared first on VOGUE India.

[365femaledays]

Day 1 - 09.01.2017

1. “Patta nai kyun chote kapray pehen ke aa jaate hain, kya dikhana hai kissi ko?” // “Don’t know why they wear small clothes, what do you want to put on display?”

Seriously, is all that I do(wear) a result of my female inability to do(wear) something for myself. The thing is, this National, prideful, modest garb ie shalwar kameez with its dupatta and knee length shirt (ie not small) is very uncomfortable, your honor. I have to wake up early and cannot be bothered enough at times to go through the trouble of ironing an entire set. I have to do daily chores, run errands and cannot be bothered enough at times to keep fixing my unnameable dupatta. I am sorry I cannot be bothered enough daily to wake up with an intense desire to please the world with my dressing. 

2.Somebody voiced fears and came up with an Attention Deficit Syndrome (ADS) that children with working mothers have. Mothers were the only parent pointed out. I wonder when this concept of a woman having a job, having an earning, having a career became so foreign to the human psyche. Was it patriarchal desire to limit us to their homes (and thus always under their surveillance) or patriarchal desire to make us dependant on their earnings, patriarchal desire to feel supreme and needed via being the sole earner. Could it have all altered human psyche? 

When did we fall from the grace that was the hunter-gatherer woman, with a strapped on child, being handed to someone else taking turns. Aren’t children everyone’s responsibility?

I am sure there is a difference between a neglecting mother and a working mother, I am sure mothers who don’t have jobs outside the house (because ffs accept that managing a house is a job) still manage to neglect their children. Don’t damaged people and neglected children predate the female work force.

Will I be able to work and have children simultaneously? Will the world allow and forgive me? Will my child? Why am I even pursuing higher education? Why do they discourage us yet shun and shame us if we don’t make use of our degrees? Should I be bothered to find a balance?

3. A girl dressed up really nice was called a “fashion show” mockingly.

Am I a show now too. Yes, yes I am. 

Why did I have to put up with so much female anxiety today. I wonder if any of the boys heads’ raced with so many thoughts within the span of an hour. 

[studentofrhetoric-blog]

Part 4, Monday, April 10th, 2017

International News:

--- "Venezuelan opposition supporters took to the streets again on Monday in sometimes violent clashes to protest an economic crisis and an erosion of democracy under leftist President Nicolas Maduro, in the first sustained wave of anti-government demonstrations in three years. A Supreme Court decision in late March to assume the functions of the opposition-led congress sparked outcry among a population already suffering from triple-digit inflation and widespread shortages of basic goods. The court quickly overturned the most controversial part of its decision but the move triggered condemnation at home and abroad, as did Friday's news that the national comptroller had banned politician Henrique Capriles - seen as the opposition's best hope in a presidential election scheduled for next year - from office for 15 years. Demonstrators gathered in several cities on Monday for a fourth round of protests in 10 days, blocking the main highway through Caracas in the morning until they were dispersed by National Guard troops. Opposition leaders slammed the government for arbitrary use of force in breaking up Monday's demonstrations. They pointed to tear gas being fired into one Caracas clinic, requiring a baby to be rushed out by medical technicians. "Not even in war are there are attacks on hospitals and health centers," said opposition legislator Jose Manuel Olivares in a news conference. Government officials sent images and videos via Twitter of hooded and masked protestors destroying public property such as a bus stop, accusing the opposition of orchestrating violence to destabilize the government."

Source: http://www.reuters.com/article/us-venezuela-politics-idUSKBN17C1Y4?il=0

--- "Venezuela's leftist, regional allies pledged to support its embattled government at a summit in Havana on Monday, where President Nicolas Maduro accused the opposition of resorting to violence to lay the groundwork for a foreign invasion. The show of solidarity comes as Maduro faces intensifying criticism abroad, as well as the first sustained wave of anti-government demonstrations in three years, fueled by an economic crisis and erosion of democracy. "We reject the aggressions and concerted manipulations against our ally," read the statement published by the leftist ALBA bloc of 11 Caribbean and Latin American countries. The association was founded by Communist-ruled Cuba and its top ally Venezuela 13 years ago as a counterpoint to U.S. influence in Latin America. It singled out the Washington-based Organization of American States, which has been bitterly critical of Maduro, for what it called attempts to undermine Venezuela's sovereignty."

Source: http://www.reuters.com/article/us-cuba-venezuela-idUSKBN17D0AJ?il=0

--- "China and South Korea agreed on Monday to slap tougher sanctions on North Korea if it carries out nuclear or long-range missile tests, a senior official in Seoul said, as a U.S. Navy strike group headed to the region in a show of force. North Korea marks several major anniversaries this month and often marks the occasions with major tests of military hardware. The possibility of U.S. military action against North Korea in response to such tests gained traction following last week's strikes against Syria. Previously, Washington has leaned toward sanctions and pressure to deter North Korea, but comments from U.S. President Donald Trump's top aides at the weekend suggest that position may be hardening. However, South Korea's chief nuclear envoy Kim Hong-kyun said there was no mention of any military option in his talks with China's Special Representative for Korean Peninsula Affairs, Wu Dawei. The two also did not discuss any possible strike against the North by the Trump administration, he said. "Both sides agreed that despite the international community’s warnings, if North Korea makes strategic provocations such as a nuclear test or an ICBM launch, there should be strong additional measures in accordance with U.N. security council resolutions," Kim told reporters. Kim added the two sides agreed "an even stronger U.N. resolution" will have to be adopted in the event of additional weapons test by North Korea."

Source: http://www.reuters.com/article/us-northkorea-nuclear-idUSKBN17C09Y?il=0

--- "A fire razed most of the Grande-Synthe migrant camp near Dunkirk in northern France overnight after fighting among its inhabitants left several people injured, the region's top government official said early on Tuesday. The camp, set up just over a year ago and equipped with tightly-packed wooden cabins and sanitation, had housed around 1,500 people, many of them Kurds. Its population has grown recently with a surge of arrivals from Afghanistan. "The camp has largely been destroyed," Michel Lalande, prefect for France's Nord region, said by telephone, adding that the fire followed a fight between the Afghans and Kurds there. Grande-Synthe has been home to one of the largest groups of Britain-bound migrants on the French coast since the closure last October of a sprawling shanty town outside the nearby port of Calais...Lalande said five people had been hurt as a result of the blaze. At least another five were injured after scuffles and a knife fight broke out in the camp earlier in the evening, regional authorities said. Riot police intervened. One migrant was knocked over by a car on a highway outside the camp and was in a critical condition.    Lalande earlier told journalists that it was unlikely that the camp, set up by medical aid charity Medecins Sans Frontieres, could be rebuilt."

Source: http://www.reuters.com/article/us-europe-migrants-france-idUSKBN17C2MM?il=0

--- "United Nations Secretary-General Antonio Guterres appointed Nobel laureate Malala Yousafzai a U.N. Messenger of Peace on Monday to promote girls education, more than four years after a Taliban gunman shot her in the head on her school bus in 2012. At 19, Yousafzai is the youngest Messenger of Peace, the highest honor given by the United Nations for an initial period of two years. She was also the youngest person to win the Nobel peace prize in 2014 when she was 17. "You are not only a hero, but you are a very committed and generous person," Guterres told Yousafzai. Other current Messengers of Peace include actor Leonardo di Caprio, for climate change, actor Charlize Theron, whose focus is prevention of HIV and elimination of violence against women, and actor Michael Douglas, whose focus is disarmament. Yousafzai has become a regular speaker on the global stage and visited refugee camps in Rwanda and Kenya last July to highlight the plight of refugee girls from Burundi and Somalia."

Source: http://www.reuters.com/article/us-un-malala-idUSKBN17C2D4?il=0

Domestic & International News:

--- "The U.S. Justice Department said on Monday it had launched an effort to take down the Kelihos botnet, a global network of tens of thousands of infected computers it claims was operated by a Russian national who was arrested in Spain over the weekend. Peter Yuryevich Levashov operated the Kelihos botnet that infected computers running Microsoft Corp's Windows operating system since approximately 2010, the Justice Department said. A criminal case against Levashov by the Justice Department remains under seal, but on Monday the department announced a civil complaint intended to block spam from the botnet.Russian-state media service RT reported Levashov was taken into custody in Spain over the weekend on a U.S. warrant. It was not known if Levashov had an attorney. The Russian Embassy in Washington was not immediately available for comment. Levashov, who has long been considered the likely identity of an online persona known as Peter Severa, spent years listed as among the world's 10 most prolific computer spammers by Spamhaus, a spam-tracking group. RT quoted Levashov's wife as saying he was arrested on charges stemming from the U.S. government's belief that Russia interfered in last year's U.S. election to help President Donald Trump win. Russia has denied interfering in the U.S. election. A Justice Department official, who spoke to reporters on condition of anonymity, said on Monday the current action against the botnet was not related to the election."

Source: http://www.reuters.com/article/us-usa-cyber-botnet-idUSKBN17C2B4?il=0

Domestic News:

--- "A special education teacher and one of her students were fatally shot by her estranged husband when he opened fire with a high-caliber revolver before killing himself in her classroom at a San Bernardino, California, elementary school, police said. A second student was badly wounded by the gunman, who authorities said had a criminal history that included weapons charges and domestic violence that predated his brief marriage to the slain teacher. Police said the two students, both boys, were believed to have been inadvertently caught in the gunfire as bystanders to Monday's shooting, which took place about 8 miles (13 km) from where a radicalized Muslim couple killed 14 people in a December 2015 shooting rampage. Police Chief Jarrod Burguan said the shooting at North Park Elementary School in San Bernardino, about 65 miles east of Los Angeles, was an apparent murder-suicide. It was the latest in dozens of cases of gun violence at U.S. school campuses. The gunman was identified as Cedric Anderson, and his wife as Karen Elaine Smith, both 53. Burguan said the couple had been married briefly and had been separated for about a month or month and a half. The two students struck by gunfire had been standing behind Smith, the chief said. One 8-year-old boy, identified as Jonathan Martinez, died from his wounds. A 9-year-old classmate who was not publicly identified was admitted to a hospital, where he was said to be in stable condition. Fifteen students and two adult teacher assistants were in the classroom along with the couple at the time of the shooting, police said."

Source: http://www.reuters.com/article/us-california-shooting-idUSKBN17C24T

--- "Opponents of a proposal to create a U.S. border tax on imported goods are targeting lawmakers in their home states for the next two weeks while Congress is in recess, according to organizers of the lobbying effort. The anti-border tax coalition, known as Americans for Affordable Products, includes large corporations that require imports like automakers and retail giants like Target (TGT.N) , Best Buy (BBY.N) and Walmart (WMT.N). The tax opponents will target 40 members of Congress in 11 states, said coalition spokesman Joshua Baca. “We’re talking to businesses, local associations, having a frank conversation with them about how dumb this idea is,” Baca said. His group argues the proposal will raise consumer prices. As part of a total overhaul of the U.S. tax code, Republican House Speaker Paul Ryan has proposed lowering the corporate income tax to 20 percent from 35 percent, imposing a 20 percent tax on imports and excluding export revenue from taxable income. The proposal has some strong corporate backers who say it will boost American jobs and not raise prices, including companies that do considerable amount of exporting, such as Boeing (BA.N), Caterpillar (CAT.N) and Pfizer (PFE.N). The anti-border tax group is planning to host a town hall meeting next week in Nevada with Republican Senator Dean Heller, which will also be co-sponsored by local business groups and Americans For Prosperity, the conservative group funded by the Republican Koch brothers which also opposes the border tax."

Source: http://www.reuters.com/article/us-usa-tax-lobbying-idUSKBN17C2HQ?il=0

--- "United Airlines (UAL.N) sparked outrage on Monday for the treatment of a passenger who was physically dragged off a plane the airline had overbooked, and one of the security officers involved in the incident was placed on leave pending an investigation. Videos posted online by other passengers showed a man screaming as officers yanked him from his seat on United Flight 3411 before it departed from Chicago O'Hare International Airport to Louisville, Kentucky, on Sunday. The man, who appeared to be Asian, was seen being dragged down the aisle on his back by his hands, body limp, bleeding from the mouth, glasses askew and shirt pulled up above his navel. The videos sparked outrage on social media, the second time in less than a month that United was criticized for its treatment of passengers. In a letter circulated to employees and seen by Reuters, United Chief Executive Officer Oscar Munoz did not apologize for the way the passenger was handled, writing that the passenger had "defied" security officers. Munoz said there are lessons the company can learn from this situation, though he impressed that he "emphatically" stands behind his employees. "We sought volunteers and then followed our involuntary denial of boarding process (including offering up to $1,000 in compensation)," Munoz wrote. "When we approached one of these passengers to explain apologetically that he was being denied boarding, he raised his voice and refused to comply with crew member instructions." The Chicago Department of Aviation said in a statement that one of the officers did not follow protocol and added that he had been placed on leave pending a review for actions not condoned by the department. The U.S. Department of Transportation (DOT) said it was reviewing whether United complied with overbook rules that require airlines to set guidelines on how passengers are denied boarding if they do not volunteer to give up their seats...Much of the online uproar surrounded the appropriateness of removing a paying customer in order to accommodate airline staff. "They bloodied a senior citizen & dragged him off the plane so THEIR OWN STAFF could take his seat," one Twitter user wrote. Other social media users questioned whether the man would have been removed as forcefully had he not been Asian."

Source: http://www.reuters.com/article/us-ual-passenger-idUSKBN17C1VX

[skeyfruit]

HALLOWEEN! Sketch mini comic with my girl

The smaller one is called Skei, because initially this name belonged to her and was not my nickname, so I decided not to change anything, in general, with the past Halloween!

[skeyfruit]

It was a forbidden move

[euphoricsunflowers]

happy without you — im changkyun/i.m

a/n: the summary is purposefully misleading darlings don’t you worry.

a/n: based off of happy without me on the best album this year: all about luv.

word count: 1.3k

content: sub!changkyun, dom!fem!reader, this ones for the tall bitches such as myself, oral (reader’s recieving), we’re a lil rough w him but he’s okay w it, angst!!

summary: you and changkyun broke up months ago, and while you’ve been doing well, he hasn’t… but now that you’re both at a party, he makes it his life’s mission to wreck you.

do you think about me sometimes? ‘cause i think about you sometimes…

it hurts more than he wants it to. it hurts more than he’ll admit. he doesn’t want to think about all the times you’ve smiled and laughed and joked and lived without him, and he surely doesn’t want to think about just how little you need him. because you don’t need him, and that’s not something he wants to accept.

what was her name? the name of that new friend that introduced you to all the people who’s parties you attend what feels like all the time? it feels like you’re trying to fill a void, but he knows you’re not. you’re genuinely happy, and he doesn’t get that. you used to hate going out, or was that just him? did you not want to go out because of him? was your relationship that toxic?

so he sits here, at the island in the kitchen of a friend who invited him to their party, as if they didn’t know the irony of him being present. he’s miserable. he hates parties just as much as you seem to love them. he drinks water because he can’t fathom being drunk right now, with the mood he’s in he’s really not wanting to be vomiting on himself, thank you very much.

and some stupid part of his brain, in the very deep recesses of his mind, wonder if you’ll be at this party. surely his friend wouldn’t be stupid enough or cruel enough to put him through that right?...right?

well, sure enough, he hears the familiar cacophony of laughter that rings in his head just like yours does. he sees the familiar smile, even if it’s not aimed at him, when you greet the very same friend who invited him. splendid.

enough time passes to where he’s sure you haven’t noticed him, which for the most part, even if it somewhat hurts him, is good, but now that stupid part of his brain is back to thinking about you. what if he approached you? what if he just tried to talk? you’re still friends, you didn’t end on bad terms, in fact he was the one that broke up with you, saying he needed space, but the idea of trying to talk to you felt stupid now.

until he was already doing it.

“changkyun?” you mutter in shock, before smiling. he can’t tell if it’s fake or not, but he can tell there’s no love in the way you look at him anymore and it stings, “it’s so nice to see you! oh, it’s been too long, how have you been?”

he fakes a smile, taking a sip of his water, “i’ve been alright. i see you’re going to parties a lot now. enjoying yourself?”

“yeah!” you smile excitedly, “i’m meeting a lot of new people and making friends and connections and having a lot of good times! i could take you along sometimes if you want, they’re really fun if you let go and loosen up a bit!”

“maybe i’ll take you up on that,” he murmurs, but he won’t. he absolutely never wants to go to another godforsaken party and he especially doesn’t want to go if he can’t be all up on you like he’s dying to be right now, “can i tell you a secret?”

“sure, changs, what is it?” you ask, but all he can think about is that name. god, not that nickname, because it just sparked a small flame called hope in his chest and he needs to remember what he’s doing here.

because… there’s no getting you back and going back to the way things were. and if the only way he can have you in his arms is by lust instead of love, then fine, you got him, “i miss you, mommy.”

your demeanor changes instantly, and he can’t tell if you liked the comment or not, but it definitely made an impact, “do you now, kitten?”

he wants to sigh in relief and hold his breath in excitement simultaneously, but resting his head on your shoulder and leaving soft kisses on your neck will suffice, “y-yeah. no one makes me feel like you do.”

“then maybe you shouldn’t have broken up with me,” you mutter, much colder now, and he whimpers at your harsh tone. you’re not wrong, obviously, but it still hurts, “and instead of, i don’t know, trying to make it up to me, you choose to just say ‘mommy, i miss you’ and think you’ll have me wrapped around your finger?”

despite the loud chatter around you, changkyun can’t stand the silence enveloping the both of you. he wants to mutter an apology, even just a quick “sorry” is better than just sitting here, but you stand up from your seat, pulling him against you before he even has the chance, “god you’re so fucking lucky, kitten, you’re so lucky i’m feeling nice tonight.”

as you pull him into an empty bedroom and lock the door, you all but throw him on the bed, crawling on top of him and eyeing him like a predator would its prey. you’ve always been taller, but god he really feels just how small he is.

“tell me, my darling kitten,” you muse, “do you regret it?”

“yes,” he whispers, in a heartbeat. no lies, no hesitation, no nothing. he’s sure of the fact that if he could go back, he wouldn’t do what he did, “i shouldn’t have hurt you like that. so please, use me.”

“oh? you want me to use you? elaborate, will you?”

“w-well, i hurt you a lot emotionally, right? so take it out on my body. all that anger and pain, take it out on me. leave every permanent mark on me that you want, slap me, hit me, make me bleed, i don’t care,” he looks into your eyes, seeing the first sliver of genuine emotion he can’t quite pin, but he knows it’s real, “just use me for all your desires, i’ll be your toy to play with.”

you groan at his words, because god they were really turning you on. you move off of him, pulling him towards you and pushing his head lower. he gets the idea immediately, moving any clothing out of the way quickly before immediately devouring you. he groans and makes a lot of lewd sounds as he tongue fucks you, stimulating your clit with both his nose and sucking on it every now and then.

no words are exchanged at this point, which is odd. you’re usually sweet talking to him or degrading him or something, and your fingers are usually threading through his hair or pulling at it but they’re still, and you’re just quietly watching him, moaning whenever it feels really good. he tries to keep eye contact, watching you even as you hold his head down, but you don’t really let him. he gives up, just trying to get you off at this point. he can tell you’re getting close because you’re holding him tighter, to the point where it’s hard to breathe (not like he really cares). you moan out one last time, surprising changkyun with the volume. he continues to eat you out, trying to help you through the orgasm as you grind against his face, until you let go and he’s finally able to breathe.

you spend the next few minutes just breathing while he sits on the floor in front of you, until you motion for him to come closer. you spread your arms out and he honestly wants to cry at how comforting your hold is. the question burns in his mind, but you answer it before he even tries to ask, “i’m not sure what’s gonna happen now, kyun. i don’t know what we are or what i want us to be, but if you don’t give up on us, i won’t give up on you.”

maybe there was considerable making up to do that was more than just eating you out, but at least the hope that burned in his chest felt worth having.

i don’t think about you sometimes... ‘cause i think about you all the time.

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