#husbands behave plz

[loveyatopluto]

WHAT IS HAPPENING

in public??

[rainderthesomeone]

Hii! I am a huge fan of your stories!

hmmm... Maybe some more EngiSpy?

Spy gets hurt by the Blue Team, and is suffering from PTSD after what happened, and cries every night to sleep, suffering also from his backstory, which he was a transgender girl and his mother was very abusive to him, and hated him so much that he had PTSD. His father and his older brother are very nice. Spy had so much trauma from that, that he keeps crying every night about it, and he can't get rid of it, because he won't forget what his mum did.

Engineer tries his best to cheer his husband up by bandaging his body and cuddling him on his lap.

Make it a comic plz! :D

(I'm not rushing you, just do like, 3 to 4 pages since I'm being nice :3)

Heya :D I’m really happy to hear that you like my stuff :) means a lot 👍 but I’m not entirely comfortable with doing this request, my comic series is supposed to stick really close to tf2s characters, and portraying them to how they would actually behave in the official valve game and comics, sure there’s some minor character tweaking and development that happens, also Engie and Spy aren’t really that close yet, Engineer is still working on how to handle relationships, and Spy I’m trying to keep as mysterious as possible since his entire character is mysterious and we know relatively little about which adds to his intriguing character, again I appreciate that you like my work :D sorry again, I’m not entirely comfortable with writing extreme angst since it dose end up effecting my mental health sometimes, hope it’s alright, and I hope you have a great day or night :>

Sorry again it’s a great story idea and plot line but I don’t think it would fit to well in my story

[cuteniarose]

tell us abt meifeng here too plz!

(anon just found ur art blog post lol)

Oh sure!! I was just thinking about her earlier today lmao

So I'm not gonna repeat most of the stuff I've already said about her on my art blog, anyone's who's curious can just go here and read it for themselves, but I will give a brief rundown:

Meifeng – born in about 120-121 AG, give or take a couple of years. She/her, cis, not quite sure about her sexuality yet. A waterbender who specialises in healing. She's Ming-Hua's older cousin, the daughter of Nuying's (Ming-Hua's mom) older half brother, who was often in charge of babysitting her because Nuying's mental state wasn't the most stable after her husband left. Years later, Meifeng was the one who tried to stop Ming-Hua from running away, who remained at Nuying's side as she died (the exact circumstances of which I described in my art post and have actually cried over. It's really a gutpunch and a half), and who taught Suiren the basics of waterbending. That last point makes her an incredibly emotionally conflicting character, at least to me, because she's yet another adult in Suiren and Midori's life who failed them :/

Now, onto some more fun and hopefully less depressing stuff:

I imagine Meifeng and Ming-Hua's relationship to be somewhat similar to some aspects of Nani and Lilo's from Lilo and Stitch, mostly in the sense of Ming-Hua being an uncontrollable little chaos gremlin who Meifeng cannot turn away from for one second without her running off somewhere ("UGH, you're such a pain!!" "So why don't you sell me and buy a rabbit instead?!" "At least a rabbit would behave better than you!" "Great, then you'll be happy cause it'd be smarter than me too!!" "And QUIETER!!!" "You'll like it cause it's STINKY like you!!!!". Also, the gravity scene has them vibes too). She succeeded in stopping multiple of Ming-Hua's attempts to go too far outside their village but the second Ming-Hua learned to climb trees it was all over, it's impossible to catch up to her when she's in full on Tarzan mode. Meifeng's probably the only one of Ming-Hua's relatives to have ever met Ghazan because she's bound to have seen him while going to Gaoling to drag Ming-Hua's ass back home. But to her credit she never told anyone where exactly Ming-Hua was always running off to because she knew she'd get reprimanded for it as well. Eventually if she knew Ming-Hua was going to meet up with Ghazan, she'd let her go and would just spend the day off doing her own things away from the tribe so if anyone asked, she could say Ming-Hua was with her. #bestwingwoman

As Ming-Hua grew older their relationship started changing because it became clear Ming-Hua's thirst for freedom wasn't just her being a little brat or a bout of childish rebellion. Meifeng may have aided her in many things, but she was strictly against her running away for good. Their conversations became rather focused on things like "I know auntie can be... a little much sometimes, but she's your mother, she just wants the best for you". This, of course, pissed Ming-Hua off to no end and their relationship soured as she stopped confiding in Meifeng. Perhaps Meifeng eventually told Nuying about Ghazan and Gaoling and everything else in hopes that maybe at least her own mother would be able to talk some sense into her. That backfired majorly, resulting in a huge fight between Ming-Hua and Nuying. Luckily (or not, depending on who you ask), Ghazan ran away himself not long after so Ming-Hua wasn't placed on house arrest or watched like a hawk or anything since everyone thought her main influence was gone, but she still refused to say a single word to Meifeng for YEARS right up until she caught her running away in the middle of the night at age 15

Afterwards, Meifeng spent a lot of time comforting her aunt and just in general keeping her company whenever she could. And like I said, she was the one with Nuying when she passed, but I don't really want to linger on that bc it'll make me sad again so... regarding her relationship with Suiren. Meifeng knew her when she was very little but post-RL-imprisonment didn't see her again until she was 11. I know that in UtOS specifically Kat and I make a very big point out of Suiren not wanting to learn waterbending from anybody but her mama, but in that verse she's a traumatised seven year old child who, if she can't get her mama back, just wants everyone to leave her alone. In SotRL by the time she was 11 she had already accepted that her life wasn't going to change on its own, no one was coming to save them, nobody cared enough about them to do so. If she wanted to get herself and Midori away from Haya, she had to take matters into her own hands, and that meant learning waterbending. But it was forbidden in Haya's house and her skills atrophied over the years, so she couldn't do it alone. She remembered that her mother has family in the Swamp so maybe someone there could help her. It wasn't Mama, sure, but the swamp bending style is probably similar enough to Ming-Hua's unique one that it's easier to stomach than, say, learning northern style from Ikiaq. Meifeng took up teaching her and was rather impressed at how quickly she picked everything up, and maybe even shared some of what Ming-Hua had told her about her own unique style, how she relies on her spine and shoulders and all that, to help Suiren mimic it at least somewhat. But as nice and helpful as she was, she still ultimately refused to take Suiren and Midori in, even after being told that Haya is physically abusive, and Suiren never quite let go of that hurt and though the lessons continued because she had no other choice, she became even more closed off than she already was. Meifeng regrets that to this day but what she is regret if her choices meant Suiren and Midori needlessly suffered for another 12 years when it could have been different???

So this is basically the extent of what I have for now, I know all of it is based around Meifeng's relationships with other people rather than who she is on her own, but that's because her role in the story is a supporting one so I never really gave her much thought as an individual. Hope this still manages to satisfy your curiosity, though :)

[plumsaffron]

Roasting the miracusalters pt. 5!

Fan Works outdated by canon? Y’all are a shitty example of that! At least other fanworks outdated by canon are civil and give their followers a head up! “Um my stuff doesn’t follow the current canon bc I already wrote my stuff so bear with me plz.”

You lot are the prime example of refusing to see reason even when there’s evidence by the canon wikis and trustworthy folk who actually keep things fair.

Hold up, if y’all hold the standard of how characters should behave, I hope y’all aren’t treating your RL friends and loved ones like that! I mean wanting to ruin someone’s future over a minor error is extreme!

Could y’all please stop screeching? Cuz I could practically hear you twats from the other side of the country or world.

🙄 Are you deadass stupid? Why are y’all still creating salt fics? Lila already got kicked out of Marinette’s school! She ain’t coming back! She’s already banned there!

Are you guys mentally ok even after writing death fics of civilians? I question your sanity at this point bc I recall Lila getting beat up or even killed by prisoners in a grisly manner. In that same fic I remember had a pregnant teacher you despised got murdered by her husband for supposedly cheating on him and then he offed himself outta remorse bc the unborn child got killed. That’s extreme and going too far. What? Did some of y’all believe that the husband taking the child away from his/her “naive stupid” mother after divorcing her for her “crimes” weren’t enough? Look, that teacher may not be the best but she isn’t intentionally evil!

Everytime one of your kind gets off the internet aka removing such content or even deleting your socials for such horrendous content/actions, an Angel gets their wings and the rational people sigh in relief.

Maybe Pink Guy’s STFU song should only be blasted close range for the adults who act out that delusionally at public cons/gatherings.

mhm. Denial game strong for a lot of them

If only those in denial and those that lost their minds (on purpose) could

Crazy how despite how them not letting go and getting what they wanted against Lila, it just wasn’t enough. They just don’t want it to be. They’ll never be satisfied. And this for sure includes if Lila does go in their favor completely of what they desire. They’ll find or make up new strange ways or lore to justify destruction to Lila (even disturbing fics where she’s... by Adrien Cat Noir or Ladybug and its romanticized. It’s a big sigh to even drag Marinette and Adrien down, just cause Lila’s actions towards one of the two triggered the prompter or fic writer). There’s no limit to those wanting to be unrelentingly perturbed and legions of flunkies following defecation causing devastation.

Heck she was turned into a clam and mocked by Ladybug and got Clamutilated by Sarah and Ladybug before getting revived. Yep, another humiliation losers selected to usual ignore after getting what they wanted of kill Lila because things didn’t go how they wanted against her.

Also, that’s just ugh, they really decided to drag pregnant teacher (I guess this would be Caline Bustier) to be merked too. Yikes. Well seems they mastered how to be worse than whoever they hate and drag anyone else down for some metheaded reason. Sigh

Seems they are mostly a lost cause, set in their ways. As long as Lila to them, recovers, then she must be put down by any means until she can’t wake up. All of her must be shown. Not knowing yields a disturbance to many of them because they want to be disturbed. She must be explored for their purposes of reducing or finding something wrong with her to be fulfilled. She must be viewed as nothing, can’t do anything, or become someone that crawls back for their forgiveness delusion. Ironic part is they be against that thirst if Adrien Kagami Chloe (and Juleka if they bother remembering). And they will find new ways to put other characters down just because Lila.

Some self sabotaging, wanting to sabotage and humbling kink I guess they got or appeasement to protagonist side because yes.

Waste time to want to Put down or destroy to reconfigure her YES! Ignore and have better things to focus on is a NOOOOOOOOOH!

Their unstable reactions do make me question how they can even function in real life. I guess they are quite selective. Sometimes Miraculous Ladybug Season 5 makes me wonder if it’s a parody of how unstable many of these legions of salter watchers or salt fic writers who still refuse to be better and think better are or do.

They’re like I hate this I know is evil cruel unfair etc. I hate what’s going on. Then they switch to I want worse now upon this one because I can’t handle them as I wanted to handle them. This one didn’t stay down or gone as I wanted them to. I don’t want to think or care about what I’m prompting.

I wanted worse because I am an insecure disturbed weirdo emulation, and I didn’t wish to understand how I am asking for the very things I wished didn’t occur to be even worse now, while dragging many down that could have been left alone or left alone from being dragged down further. I choose instability over ignorability, despite I seen literal examples of why I shouldn’t go for instability path, countless times.

Certain peeps are unfortunately glitchy and predictable that it’s saddening. Unfortunate to the point, I am able to commit satirical derision about them.

Other dweebs be like: This character, I/we will assign as socio or psycho or obsessive or evil or no motive or no purpose or no motive.

*Also them dweebs towards such characters be rivaling, being, or succeeding who they decided to label such character as and got a legion of lames that pretend the mirror, showcasing their fugly meth mob mindset, doesn’t exist.*

[krxideprnz-archive]

More sub Toji plz, him being a huge brat at first then just reducing him to a crying begging mess 😈 (fondling his muscles too cuz this man is jacked whew 😅)

I hope this is good 👉👈 I’m in the middle of midterms so I don’t have much time right now,

But I’m gonna be finished tomorrow!

So expect more productivity from my lazy ass

I hope you enjoy this 💕

Sub! Toji x Dom! Fem! Reader

This includes content not suited for minors

Includes- orgasm denial/toys/degrading/overstimulation/oral (giving and receiving)

Your hands traced the muscles on your husbands back while he was trying to sleep, occasionally moving your hands further up, caressing his neck and leaving a few kisses there.

Toji groaned half asleep.

“What are you doing? I want to sleep”

His annoyed tone made you roll your eyes and continue with your movements, resting your head on your hand.

“I haven’t been with you in a while, I missed you”

He didn’t answer, he only readjusted on his pillow, closing his eyes again.

Fucking brat.

He was always like this when he came home since a few months, coming home only to brush your words of concern off when he had new wounds on his body, ignoring your attempts to help him.

And you were tired of it.

This also ruined your sex life, he was either to tired or not in the mood, so he always rolled around and told you to go away.

But you were having none of it, not anymore.

So you decided to spice things up a little.

“I also missed your cries when I ride on your big cock- oh so that got a reaction out of you!” You clapped your hands together when you saw his body twitch and his head turning around, glaring daggers in your direction.

“The fuck did you say?” He was getting pissed. He knew the effect you had on him but it made his blood boil every time you mentioned it.

“Aww, did u hurt your pride?” Your hands found his abs, tracing and touching them, feeling his hard muscles flex when he moved.

You crawled on top of him, a grin spread on your features.

“You’re a bitch” he grabbed your head to kiss you, but you were quick to press your hand in front of his mouth.

You glared down at him with a mad glint in your eyes.

“Seems like someone needs a reminder who’s the boss here, don’t you, Toji?”

“More like you need that reminder-“ your hands grabbing his throat made him shut up.

“Shut up” you spat, moving your face closer to his, enjoying the way you felt his dick twitch against your inner thigh.

After releasing him, you sat back, pressing your heel against his crotch.

He hissed and clenched his teeth.

You continued grinding your foot against his growing bulge, pressing on it until he let out a groan.

“You like that? Do you enjoy when I’m rough with you? Tell me Toji” you licked your lips when you saw him bite his lip.

He was quick to stare back at you with a grin.

“Keep telling that to yourself”

Your foot left his bulge, and you bent forward, touching his erection painfully careful.

His hips moved up to meet your hand and add some mich needed friction against his bulge, but your hand pushed him down roughly.

“I thought you didn’t like it”

“I don’t-“

“Then why are you pushing against me like this?Look how hard you got just from a few simple touches”

He didn’t answer, he only glared at you but decided to keep his mouth shut for once.

“Cat got your tongue?”

With a laugh, you stood up and went over to the closet, grabbing a few items from the inside, making sure to bend over so he had a nice view of your ass wiggling in the air.

When you walked back, you placed the items on the bedside table, and when he looked over to see what you got, you quickly turned his head back around.

“You don’t get to look” and with that, you grabbed the blindfold and secured it around his head, covering his eyes.

“Take that off, I at least wanna see you bouncing on my cock” he spoke confidently, still not ready to admit that you had the upper hand in your sex life.

“Stop behaving like such a brat, especially after you ignored me for months” you replied, taking of his loose sweatpants, his erection springing up and hitting his abdomen.

You toyed with the tip, seeing him bite the insides of his mouth to conceal his noises.

Your hand started rubbing and touching the muscles on his strong legs, feeling each curve and movement of them with your fingers.

Opening your mouth, you licked from the underside of his cock upwards until you pressed a kiss to the tip, his precum coating your lips.

You heard the pleasured little moans leaving his lips that he tried so hard to contain, with his hand over his mouth.

Your mouth left his sensitive tip.

“You’re such a-“

“Seems like I need to keep that mouth of your occupied” and with that, you quickly undressed your lower half, moving upwards to hover your core over his mouth.

“Pleasure me, show me what that mouth of yours is useful for”

He started licking up and down your slit, kissing and sucking on your hot flesh while his hands steadied your body on his face.

You moaned at his skilled tongue entering your womanhood, thrusting in and out of you eagerly.

He devoured you like he was starving for years, his continued kissing and sucking making you press further onto his face, tongue rolling out of your mouth at the vibrations of the laugh that escaped his mouth.

Soon, after he used one of his fingers to rub up and down your clit, you released on his face, your juices coating his face and the blindfold he was wearing.

You looked down at his twitching length, precum flowing from the tip, slowly sliding down the side.

Moving further down on his body, you watched his tongue lick over his lips, tasting you in his mouth.

“Can’t get enough of me can you? I wonder what your colleagues would say if they saw you like this?”

You saw him visibly shudder at your words.

Taking his leaking cock in your hand, you started pumping up and down, relishing in the sounds he made.

His moans were deep and loud, spilling from his lips without shame.

You added your mouth, your hands instead fondling his balls, his hips moving up, pressing his cock even further inside of your mouth.

Your tongue moved in circles around him, head moving up and down, lewd noises of his moans and the squelching sounds of your sucking and kissing made him go crazy.

He wished he could see you right now.

You carefully dragged your teeth along the side, a hiss escaping his throat.

“Hngh! (Y/N)!” His hands found your hair and grabbed it, head thrown back and mouth hung open, moans leaving his throat, each one seemingly louder than the last.

He looked so stunning like this, sweat glistening on his skin and cheeks flushed, you never saw something this beautiful.

You felt his cum inside of your mouth when he released with a yell of your name.

You kept moving even after he already came, sucking him even more aggressive.

He thrashed against the sheets, not able to say a single thing as pleasure clouded his senses.

“Ah! Ah! (Y- hngh!” Tojis legs wrapped around your body, twitching and shaking around you.

You released him with a pop, smirking at the drool dripping down his swollen lips.

“You should see yourself, lying on the bed with that fucked out expression~ so pathetic”

He let out a strained whimper at the loss of the feeling of your lips around him.

You grabbed the two last items from your nightstand, a vibrator and handcuffs.

You secured the vibrator around his leaking length and Toji threw his head back in bliss.

After you chained his hands to the bed over his head, you watched him with a proud smile.

Giving him a kiss, you whispered into his ear.

“Since you wanted to sleep so badly, I’m not gonna bother you anymore”

You got up and gave him one last wave, his confused expression making you smirk.

“Good Night sweetheart~” and with that, you left the room.

After you cleaned yourself, you plopped down on the couch, scrolling through your phone and listening to your boyfriends pained whines and moans of your name.

You eventually fell asleep for a short while.

When you woke up, you could still hear his pained yells and moans from your bedroom, so you decided to walk back to your husband.

You opened the door and were immediately greeted by the image of Toji cumming again, his release shooting out of the tip, a wet spot were he was lying was visible.

His cheeks were wet with tears and he was crying out in pleasure and relief when you came in.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! So- I’m so- hah! Ahn!!”

You shushed him and cupped his cheek in your hand.

“How many times did you cum already? You look so good like this...I wonder if you could handle some more”

He immediately shook his head no, another loud moan echoing in the room when you touched his abused cock to remove the vibrator.

“Thank you!” Relieved, he relaxed on the bed, he was close to passing out at this point.

You were so lucky you could see the great Toji Fushiguro like this, completely loosing his pride because of you.

[littlespoonevan]

Ciara listen to me please, bc it's your fault, you posted again the gifset from Mayday and honestly, Eddie’s face in the last gif when he says BUCK and shakes his head...I see you Diaz. He loves his dork husband so much but He Is So Completely Done, like "please behave when we are working" levels of Done. Like "bad, bad, bad boy. Who's been a bad boy? You Buck" levels of Done. Like, "babe I know you love me and you're happy I'm here but plz tone it down a bit yes??" levels of Done.

God they're unbelievable. Can we live like this?

askdjfh i know right??? it was married behaviour of the hIGHEST ORDER. it was excellent 10/10 also special shoutout to the gay electrician who told them they could take their double act on the road he was so right <3

[knifeythinks]

❣︎ make my birthday special ❣︎

🔪: a morbid way to celebrate Rin’s birthday 🥳

⚠️: 18+ CHARACTER DEATH, MURDER, ABUSIVE RIN, YANDERE RIN, STALKING and I think that’s it

🔪: I’m testing the waters when it comes to writing dark content. I didn’t want to make it too dark or too explicit but soon enough I probably will

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“S-Suna—“ “Its Rin.” Suna gave a glare and you nodded and licked your dry lips, “Rin.” You corrected and he gave a nod to continue. He was sitting backwards on a chair and leaned on his arms that were on top of the back rest. He had a butchers knife in his hand. “I-I can’t kill him, I can’t kill an innocent person. I’m sorry please, I’ll do anything. Just let Atsumu go.” You pleaded, your vision became blurry with your tears.

“And why would I wanna do that?” He whispered in your ear and you jumped, frightened almost dropping the knife in your hands and cutting of your naked toes. “Hm? Cat got your tongue?” He asked. “N-no...he didn’t know we were together. He didn’t know we’re in love. He shouldn’t suffer because he’s s-stupid.” You tried to reason.

In reality you’re not in love with him. Well I mean...you were..? He accepted your confession on graduation day of highschool but as years passed, he changed. You now have no friends, no phone, you’re stuck inside the house. He even convinced you to quit your job.

There are times where Suna gives you privileges when you behave for a good while. It’s called grace; doing things for him without expecting things in return, because you love him and you want to please him.

Examples are offering him popcorn when you’re both cuddled on the couch watching a horror movie or making him a bath when he’s had a rough day at work. Even offering sex without him having to hint that he was in the mood.

This past privilage you received was permission to go to the grocery store and the mall alone to buy food and lingerie since Rin’s birthday was today and you wanted to surprise him.

In reality he was following you the whole time.

You wanted to buy some sweat bands for Rin since his hair can get in the way sometimes so you went inside a sports store and bumped into Atsumu. Your old classmate, the boy who was madly in love with you in highschool, but you were too blinded and head over heels for ‘tsundere’ Suna.

You didn’t want to talk to him, you know Rin would find out one way or another. So you just avoided some questions and answered with as few words as possible.

Then Atsumu tried being slick by putting his hand on the wall and leaning in with his face very close to yours, your back was pressed against the wall and you didn’t know what to do.

That was when Suna made a appearance by gripping his shoulder, Atsumu immediately turned and brightened when he saw his old teammate, “Sunarin!” “Tsumu.” He deadpanned. “What are you doing with my wife?” Suna immediately asked and your eyes widened just as big as Atsumu’s. “Holy shit my bad, I didn’t know she was married. I didn’t see a ring so I just tried to shoot my shot. But it didn’t seem like she was interested so that’s good. At least you know you have a beautiful and loyal wife.” Atsumu chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah I do.” Suna hummed and turned his gaze to you, you fake smiled and held your ‘husbands’ hand. “Well we should be going, nice meeting you Atsumu.” You said and tried to leave as fast as possible.

But Suna pulled you back, “How about you join us for dinner?” Your ‘husband’ smiled. “You sure?” Atsumu asked and Suna nodded. “Okay I’m in.” He said and followed you guys to your house.

Dinner was normal, you explained you were a stay at home ‘wife’ which pleased Suna, he’s trained you so well. After dinner Suna wanted to show Atsumu something in the basement or as Rin liked to call it his ‘man cave’ and that’s when you heard a scream. Out of fear for both of them you immediately ran down only to see Atsumu on the floor while Suna beat him with an old baseball bat. With each hit, the bat started turning into a maroon color, you screamed in horror and pulled Suna away by the torso asking what was wrong with him.

Suna turned so quick and pushed you against the wall, his bloody hand wrapped around your throat. “C-can’t brEaTh.” You wheezed as his grip tightened. “Go upstairs and put on the lingerie you bought. Come back down with the video camera.” He said and let go. You fell to the floor and coughed trying to get air. “YOU FUCKER HOW CAN YOU DO THAT TO YOUR WIFE!” Atsumu yelled. “Oh shut up.” Suna rolled his eyes and lifted the bat to break the setters other arm.

With tears streaming down you obeyed and began crawling up the stairs, you walked through the halls of your home, you passed the hallway mirror and saw the bloody hand print on your throat. You began to sob and quickly made your way to the bedroom to change. You already know what happens when Suna is angry and you’re not fast enough. When you successfully put on the lace material you try looking for the video camera but it’s nowhere to be seen. Rin likes recording your punishments, countless videos of you bloody and bruised, fucked into oblivion.

When you’re being a good girl he sadly has no reason to punish you, I mean he’s not a monster, right? So he goes to his man cave and pumps his cock to the sound of your cries, the sounds of your whimpers and moans. When he looks at the screen he sees your tear stained eyes and wishes you’d disobey a little more.

“Ten, nine, eight—“ Suna began counting loudly and you squealed in terror trying to find the video camera. But it was so hard when you were crying. When you finally found it you ran down the hall, tripping along the way, but successfully making it before he reached one.

“-two...wow that was quick.” Suna said with a smirk. “This is my birthday gift?” He asked as his head tilted and took in your delicious figure. You squirmed and fidgeted with your fingers. “Do..do you not like it..?” You asked. “Oh no honey, I love it. You look so beautiful. I’m just amazed at how beautiful you look in them. Come on, give me a twirl.” He motioned with his finger. You turned and wiped your eyes quickly before more tears streamed down.

“Oh baby don’t cry, you’re not in trouble. On the contrary you handled this fucker like a champ.” He chuckled with a praise. He lifted your chin with a finger and you looked into his eyes. “Do you love me?” He asked.

“Yes.” You replied instantly.

“Would you do anything for me?” He asked,

“Yes, of course.”

“So you’d kill for me?”

He said with a smirk and you felt your stomach drop.

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You couldn’t do it, Atsumu just looked so horrible. He was bleeding his face was bruised. He was standing with his wrists tied above his head. Suna tied it to one of the beams on top of the basement. It was perfect to hang someone.

“Y/N...just kill me please. Along my pulse. If you cut fast I won’t feel that much pain and I’ll be gone more quickly.” Atsumu instructed. Suna lifted the volleyball and threw it at his face, probably breaking his nose since you heard a crunch. “Don’t talk to her.” He said simply.

“We’re not leaving till he’s dead.” Suna shrugged and fixed the headband on his head that you bought him. You were cold, your feet hurt. The knife was clutched in your two shaking hands. You’ve been in this position for a good few hours, it was already passed midnight. “Come on babe I wanna see that lingerie drip with blood. That’s the best present you could give me.” Suna rested his chin on his arms.

But you stayed frozen, eventually Atsumu knocked out due to exhaustion and Suna grabbed an empty water bottle on the floor to piss in, no way in hell was he leaving you alone with him. He turned his back to you and that’s when you gripped the knife. You yelled running to him with your fist clenching the knife. You stabbed him right in the back but he didn’t flinch.

You gasped and moved your hand to notice it was a fake knife. The fake blade popped back out. How did you not notice? “You’ve been a bad girl. Haven’t you? Trying to kill your husband, the man that loves you.”

“You’re a devil.” You spat with gritted teeth. “I sure am, and I’m dragging you to hell with me.” He said growled and slapped you across the face. You face moved to the side and you held on to your cheek, he then grabbed you by the nape of your neck and turned you so your back hits his bare chest. “Hold this.” He instructs and places the handle of the knife in your palm, “Rin I can’t.” You sobbed. “Shut up.” He gritted and placed his hands over yours. The knife was pointing to Atsumu.

He slowly began pushing you to him but your feet planted onto the floor to stop. Sadly it didn’t do much thanks to Suna’s athletic build and before you knew it you were face to face with Atsumu. His chest heaved up and down quickly, his wrists were purple, fingers obviously broken. “I’m sorry Atsumu.” You apologized as Rin thrusted your arms to stab his stomach, the setters eyes widened at the pain and he saw your tears.

He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry but he bit his lip and tried to stay silent as you pulled the knife out and continued your assault on his body. He just hoped you somehow escape his old teammate and get the justice you deserve. This was the least he could do for the woman he loved.

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Some kuai liang sub zero self ship abcs i did.

I hope you guys like them. I put a lot of thought into it. Maybe a bit more than i should have but i love them.

Cw: some nsfw content. Fluff too. So if you dont like that. Plz dont read. As always 18+.

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A - Act naturally (to play naturally) - How do they behave when they realize that they are in love with you? How do they act when they find out that you have feelings for them?: ok i hc kuai isn't as stagnant or stoic as some proclaim. At least after a certain point. Especially when the lin kuei were restored and the cyber automation projects were shut down. He saw thru the errors of previous grandmasters,his own even. He knew a new way had to be made. One with more understanding,and less bitter chill towards the future students and members. Many who traveled and sought refuge from the harsh cold mountains of the tundra. Could rest and seek sanctuary in the lin kuei temple. Some traditions survive. Some reformed anew. Like a fresh virgin snowfall. But kuai is that type if he found someone. He would be rather sweet,honest with his feelings. Not to say it wouldn't be awkward,i would be no exception. Because of past traumas. But he's moved past that for the most part. I hc he was just upfront. Nervous to hell. But honest and direct. He seems like the direct,no bullshit type guy. Honest and sweet tho. When he found i felt the same. You could see him smile. His face was warm and radiant. It could melt the coldest glaciers.

B - Broken heart (broken heart) - How will they behave if they find out that you cannot love them back? That you're in love with someone else?: now. I aint that kinda girl. If i was with kuai. Im a down,ride or die binch. But if some how. For some reason it had to end. Oof. He would take it fairly well at least on the surface. But deep down kuai would be hurt. Eventually he will come to terms. But it would always hurt him that there could have been something more. Honestly why would anyone hurt this mans heart is beyond me.

C - Communication - How do they communicate with the one they are in love with?: he actually communicates well with me. He makes sure that I've slept well,ate well,hydrated,etc. He also makes sure I'm well emotionally,mentally,etc too. He is good husband material ok? He also makes sure to let me know when he needs to have time for himself and also when its time to train his students. And any other lin kuei affairs. He isnt perfect tho. He does have messy days. This is where i help him lighten the load and take over for a short time if needed be to the best of my ability. Or even have him genuinely get some much needed r&r. But overall he tries his best to keep communication open.

D - Damage  (damage) - How will they react to your wounds or bruises?: honestly kuai kinda like hanzo gets worried easy. Who did this to me?! Where are they? But unlike hanzo. Kuai i feel wouldn't get as well heated. But you can feel still the anger seething from him,but he would tend to my wounds and discuss if he wants him to pursue the person or not. But if it was by accident,or even my own doing. Kuai i feel would be much more calmer. He would tend to the wounds. Kissing them tenderly. Tell me to be more careful next time.

E - Excuse (forgiveness) - Which of you is the first to ask for forgiveness after a quarrel?: look its not often we fight. If we do its over something that might be reasonable. But we do actually have healthy communication. I made that clear as ice for him when we got together. I wanted kuai to feel safe to trust and honestly given the shit he went thru. Yeah. Communication is hella important to him. Always touch base. Even if its simple as "hey i dont have the spoons to deal with this rn maybe later" thats hella sexy of him. But it would more likely be me but it could be both. Depending on the situation. Overall we never stay mad. (I honestly don't think i could no matter who im with)

F - Furious (furious) - How easily can they be pissed off? What can they do in such a state?: ok look don't piss off kuai. I mean for the most part he's a chill dude. But don't push him. His anger is cold,precise,and deadly. He'd never take his anger out on me tho.

G - Gaze (stare) - How often do they watch you? How do they react when you look at them?: he is the type to stare when im not looking. But oh boy is it full of love and admiration. If he caught me tho,he'd be a blushing mess. But he still loves it.

H - Hugs (hugs) - Do they like to hug? How do they hug?: kuai used to be a bit iffy with hugs before me. But now he's actually quite accepting to them. And hugs as often as he can. (Again like hanzo,kuai had to learn to feel love and compassion again. But for him it was hard because he had to unlearn that cold emotional shoulder that was taught to him for so many years. Oof) he still always asks tho. Because he's polite. But he gets a bit giddy when i wholeheartedly accept. He has bear hugs and despite being a cyromancer. His hugs are warm and comforting.

I - Intimacy (intimacy) - What is your intimate life with him?: ok sexy times or general intimacy? A sexy times hc is kuai likes temperature play. He will form a smal ice ball and run it up n down my back. Or just use the tip on his finger. But his fave thing to do it lightly blow a bit of cool air on my pussy when he eats me out. Or on the back of my neck. Non sexy times hcs is he like to cuddle together in our bed chambers and read with me. Sometimes he likes to watch me doodle too. Asking what im drawing. Sometimes we doodle together and play fun drawing games. Or even do puzzles together. He actually got a chessboard from Johnny as a gift. He was very greatful for it. Uses it all the time. Even solo. Sometimes he mourns to play with his bro bi han. But these feelings can come n go.

J - Jealousy - Is it easy to make them jealous? How do they behave in this case?: tbh kaui isn't the jealous type truly. But if he does feel these feels. Its fleeting. He wouldn't act upon it tho. But he will give an ice cold stare at whomever decides to earn his anger.

K - Kiss (kiss) - How often do you kiss each other? How do the characters kiss?: kaui kisses are sweet,passionate,and invigorating. He tries to give kisses as often as he can. His fave kisses to give are hand kisses,forehead kisses,a quick cute kiss on the cheek. And if he's in a more private setting. Then kisses my lips. Not that he couldn't in front of others. He just likes to be private to be more intimate most of the time. (Again i hc kuai over time became more lax with the restoration of the lin kuei when it came to affection. Because he had to unlearn that trauma from the old grandmasters. But especially after he got in a relationship)

L - Letter (letter) - Would they dare to write a love letter? What would he write about?: i. Think he would write a cute love letter. I dunno what it would be about specifically tho.

M - Main (main) - Who will have a dominant role in your relationship?: we both are equals. There is no power play here.

N - Need - How much do they need your presence and touch?: kuai can do without. But he doesn't enjoy it. He actually craves physical affection a looooot. He may not always say it. He will ask for it if he can. Look he's baby ice guy ok? Kuai is baby bro. (Bi han was waaaaay more tsundere)

O - Objective (goal) - How will they pursue you?: he was unsure how to feel at first. But he actually found me endearing. And everytime we had a conversation,sometimes he would get lost in thought. Any cold feet he was getting would just melt away. After maybe of a month or so, i hc kuai was very upfront about his feelings. Nervous but also ok even if he got rejected. He didn't but still. He was quite happy when he knew i liked him back.

P - Pace (tempo) - How fast can they get close to someone?: it takes him a bit. But be patient with him. He's trying. Again he needs to sort things out. Give him at least a month. He's hella open with me tho

Q - Quizzcal (quirky) - How often do they joke? Do they like to have fun?: tbh before he met me he wasnt much of a joker. But over time he got to losen up a bit. He's a big teddy bear deep down. Tbh he loves snowball fights. And to make ice sculptures. Sometimes to show off. Sometimes because he wants to train with me. Look he tries. He's tired a lot of the time.

R - Relax (rest) - How often do they rest? How do they like to relax?: he tries whenever he can. Hot spring baths,meditation,and if im around sometimes he will ask for a massage. But if he's really stressed,a nice romp will work.

S - Saviour (savior) - Will they be able to protect you in case of danger? What will they do if your life is in danger?: he would most definitely. Tho i am capable of handling myself for the most part. But honestly if he was that pissed. And someone done fucked up bad. He would stop at nothing to end that person who hurt me.

T - Teach (teach) - Can they teach you something? Who will take the initiative?: oh course. We both have something to teach each other.

U - Uncertain - What is their reaction when they find out that you doubt yourself?: he actually is very sweet. He talks things out with me. He gives solid advice. But he knows i love hugs and physical affection when im not feeling so good. Also humor gets me thru. So he tries to make me smile. Dad jokes galore. You'd never know but he's actually quite funny.

V - Vaunt (bragging) - How often do they brag about something? Do they like showing off to you?: he's not the bragging type. Tho he is very proud to call me his lover. If he shows off its more in a private setting.

W - Who is first (who is the first) - Who is the first to confess their feelings?: i hc actually he did he was upfront about it. But we both had mutual pining. Lol. I confessed after he did.

X - Exxx (ex) - How will they react when your ex shows up all of a sudden?: ok in this au i dont have one. But hypothetically he wouldn't be angry or harsh. He would keep a close eye. But like i said he isnt the jealous type. Nor would he do anything unless i am am obviously in harms way or he needs to step in.

Y - Your teasing (your teasing) - What activities make them turn on? How can they turn you on?: a surefire way is actually subtle and sweet things. Or a simple wink. I hc He actually is hella touch starved. So hand holding,stroke to chin as you pass by,really gentle somft things. That makes his heart melt. But its not easy to make him come undone in front of others,not impossible but difficult. But in private. Oh boy. As for me its not really that difficult.

Z - Zzz (sleep) - How do you prefer to fall asleep?: kuai always loves a cooler room but tons of blankets. He likes to cuddle. He's a big teddy bear like i said. He's almost always big spoon. But sometimes he's little spoon. But that's usually when he needs a little tlc. But if he's in a good mood for the most he's big spoon. He has fuzzy blankets. He has a small throw that's made of snow hare fur. Its uber soft and silky.

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[bourbon-ontherocks]

Happiness Is A Warm Gun plz cause it sounds painful 💜💜

Bhahaha, the title is actually courtesy of @sothischickshe so any pained complaint goes to her!! 😂😂

It’s the Western AU!!!

So basically expect horses, boots, smoking guns, hats, poker games, MANY different POVs, and obviously, an abandoned gold mine!

Here’s a little unedited snippet from the Mary-Pat POV:

The tiny bell on top of the door rings and Mary Pat flashes an automatic smile at the new customer before she even looks at them.

"Oh hi, Asmita," she then greets with commercial enthusiasm, her hands busy smoothing the rough fabric of her apron over her stomach.

The other barely responds with a huff and Mary Pat keeps a forced smile on, although her cheeks are slightly aching from the stretch. She should be used to the contempt these women have for her. To them she's only the servant who fills their groceries wicker basket while they're the ones who live in the beautiful houses around town, with sober husbands farming the land and healthy cascading offspring.

But it’s not — fair. And she knows that she shouldn’t question the hardships that the Lord has put on her way. He had His reasons. But if those women were good Christians they wouldn’t behave like that. Jeff didn’t do anything wrong aside from an interest in drinking a little too pronounced for his own good. And she — well it’s not her fault if she has to do this to feed her boys. To survive.

But Asmita, like the others, she’ll never understand that. So Mary-Pat just grits her teeth, knowing that she’ll eventually get a payback for that. Because everything happens for a reason.

Still meditating on her condition, her hands automatically grab Asmita’s orders, a part of her brain so familiar with the shop’s disposal — her own work — that she doesn’t even need to think about it. She picks the flour, grinds the coffee beans, counts the bars of soap without even interrupting her train of quite merciless thoughts. And it’s not as if Asmita was providing any conversation she’d have to focus on.

Her customer pays her due, then leaves without as much as a goodbye, and Mary Pat holds back the words already bubbling in her throat. This woman’s money — all of them, really — is what feeds her, what feeds her kids. Ultimately, speaking up would harm only herself.

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[islamicrays]

A must must read post ...plz plz read this ...for a balance society:

A long long time ago, my husband, our two sons and I had gone out for an ice-cream treat. It was sometime when I was always thinking of curbing unnecessary expenditure.

As a selfless person, who was too much in love with her family to deny them of any pleasure, I always chose to sacrifice my own excesses. And it didn’t even feel like a sacrifice ever, because I was a woman of very few needs/ wants/ desires...

So, when my husband asked each one of us to choose our favorite flavor of ice-cream, I responded as usual, “I won’t have any.”

The boys enjoyed one round and ordered another; my response remained the same, “I don’t want any.”

I was happy in my family’s happiness. I was happy that my not indulging in pleasure was perhaps ensuring some more goodies in the future for my dear ones. .

But my husband looked at me and said, “Please don’t do this to yourself and to us. I want a happy wife; not a sacrificial lamb. I have seen that too much sacrifice eventually leads to bitterness and victim-mentality. And I sure as hell do not want you to develop that.

You see, after a period of time, the boys and I will stop asking you for your choice, because we will assume that you don’t want it; we will take you for granted and subconsciously start treating you as a doormat... It will then hurt you.. and you will feel miserable and unimportant. You will think that we don’t care about you.

While in truth we would be behaving naturally, knowing from experience that you don’t care for yourself.. That your wishes are not important... .

So, I suggest that you always take your share and then if you really don’t like it, share it with someone who does. That will be good for all of us. You will learn how to claim your importance in your own and our eyes and we will always ask you. There will be happiness all around.”

His talk made sense to me and I couldn’t help but think about many older women who always complained, “I did so much for so and so but today they don’t even think/ care for me.”

I also remembered many instances where children would turn back and say, “But why did you do so much? Did we ask you for it? You did it because it made you happy. Who asked you to be so self-sacrificing?”

This train of thought made me take a re-look at the word 'self-less', equating it with self-sacrifice. That day the meaning of these words opened up for me!

Self-sacrifice ......... is not the balanced way!!!

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[grapesodatozier]

ok look, i need reddie smut. like hard core bdsm kinky reddie. plz and thank you,

thanks for the request!!

just a little disclaimer: they use a sex swing but ive never used one before so this is based off ~internet research~ which was not all that helpful tbh lol so please do not interpret this fic as an instruction manual lol pls do your research and be safe if you’re gonna try this

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read on ao3 or below!!

nsfw under the cut

They agreed on the scene beforethey left the house for the evening. They hadn’t done anything really rough allmonth, and Eddie was itching for it. He was super stressed from work and reallyneeded Richie to make an absolute wreck of him. And there was no better way torile Richie up than to make him jealous. Eddie had been a brat all week - justsubtle things, like not letting Richie touch him, insisting he had to work, butit was enough that Richie was already starting to slip into his dominantheadspace. Eddie could see it settling in his eyes in the Uber on the way tothe club, and it had his pants tightening before they even got there. God,Eddie was gonna be a fucking brat. He wanted Richie as possessive as possible.He wanted him downright crazed in his need to show Eddie his place.

Eddie was so excited.

He was wearing tight high-waistedjeans, ones that showed off his ass but didn’t allow access like the skirt he’dbeen debating would. He was also wearing a sheer shirt with the top few buttonsundone. It was a look that would drive Richie crazy, one that would get himplenty of attention at the club, and one that would take Richie longer to takeoff than he’d want. Eddie was honestly pretty proud of himself.

The club was pretty crowded, andEddie clung to Richie as they entered so as to not lose him. Richie led himimmediately to the bar. Richie ordered for him, something which would’ve earnedhim a smack on the shoulder any other night. Tonight though, it made a chill ofpleasure run through Eddie. The possessive hand Richie placed on Eddie’s hiphad him half hard; Eddie wanted to feel both of Richie hands on his hips as hebent him over and fucked him. But they could get to that later, as Eddiereminded himself with a deep, steadying breath. He wanted to make Richie waitfor it tonight, wanted to drive him crazy. It would be even better that way,with Richie pent up all night.

They sipped slowly and absently ontheir drinks, neither of them trying to get drunk. “I wanna dance,” Eddiepouted, running his fingers along Richie’s arm. Richie gave him a small, amusedsmile.

“Then go dance,” he said and noddedtoward the dancefloor. “I’ll be right here watching you.” Eddie just huffed alittle before making his way into the crowd of bodies.

Eddie didn’t mind dancing byhimself, especially with Richie watching, but it wasn’t long before there wassomeone pressed up behind him. He wanted to roll his eyes, but he was alsograteful for the opportunity to make Richie “jealous.” He turned from Richieand grinded back against the guy, letting him run his hands over him. “What areyou doing out here? Dancing like that all alone?” Ugh, Eddie thought. He couldn’t wait to be back with Richie. Butwhen he looked back at Richie the guy being all over him was worth it. Evenfrom a distance in a dark club Eddie could see how dark his husband’s eyeswere, how tightly set his jaw was. Eddie smiled at him sweetly before turningaway again.

“Just dancing,” Eddie absentlyanswered the guy. Thankfully he was quiet after that and Eddie could just getlost in the music. He liked dancing, even if there were annoying, horny guysall around him. He liked dancing for Richie, liked knowing his eyes were onhim. When he looked over again there was a girl sitting next to Richie who wasclearly trying to get his attention, but Richie wasn’t paying her any mind. Hiseyes were still on Eddie, who couldn’t keep himself from his husband anymore.He wordlessly and unceremoniously left his dancing partner on the floor infavor of prancing up to Richie. Eddie slotted their legs together and pressedhis chest to Richie’s. Richie gave him a kiss, settling one hand on his waist.

“You having fun, baby?”

“I’d have more fun with you.”

“I think we should go home,” Richiesaid in Eddie’s ear, making him shiver.

“But we just got here,” Eddiepouted.

Richie’s grip on his waisttightened. “If you go back to that creep I’m not fucking you tonight.” Eddiewhimpered. “Do you want that, you little slut? Do you want him more than me?”Eddie shook his head.

“Just want you,” he whispered,tucking his head into Richie’s neck.

“I don’t know, you looked like youwere enjoying it.” Eddie loved the edge Richie’s voice had taken on. “MaybeI’ll leave you here and let him have his way with you.” Eddie shook his headagain. “No,” Richie chuckled, “no, you don’t want that. I know what you want.You want me to punish you, don’t you, baby?” Eddie nodded, clutching Richie’sshirt. “You only want me. Because I’m the only one who knows how to make youfeel good. I’m the only one who knows how to hurt you the way you like. Isn’tthat right, angel?”

“Yes, daddy,” Eddie whispered.

“Good. Now we’re going home.”

Eddie hid his smirk when he sawthat the Uber was already outside. They behaved on the ride home out ofconsideration for the driver, just cuddling a bit as Richie brought Eddie intohis side. Eddie had his arms crossed the whole time - something the driverwouldn’t notice that Richie would definitely punish him for later.

Eddie was expecting to start assoon as they got home, but Richie just headed immediately for the kitchen.Eddie followed, standing in the doorway as he watched Richie pour himself aglass of scotch. “Daddy?” Eddie asked hesitantly. Richie turned and leaned onthe counter, which really tested Eddie’s self-control. Richie quirked aneyebrow at him. “I-I thought…”

“You thought what?” Richie asked,stalking toward Eddie. Eddie backed up, loving the way his heart was racing inhis chest, loving the fire in Richie’s eyes. Eddie’s back hit the wall of thefoyer, allowing Richie to crowd into his space. “What did you think, princess?”Richie nudged Eddie’s legs apart and slid one of his own between them. He gothis knee under Eddie and bent his leg up so that Eddie was straddling histhigh, only the wall to support his back as his feet left the ground. Richiecocked his head to the side and swirled his scotch in one hand, the otherhanging at his side so that Eddie had to grip onto him for support. “Did youthink that after teasing me for a week and then grinding on that guy like a littleslut that daddy was just gonna give you whatever you wanted?” Eddie whimpered.Richie leaned in and kissed Eddie’s neck, still keeping his hands to himself.“Oh, baby,” Richie sighed in Eddie’s ear, “you’re gonna wait. You’re gonna waitlike you made me wait. And then I’m gonna tease you so much more than youteased me.”

He stepped back, letting Eddie falland stumble into him. He set his scotch down on the table in the entryway then ledEddie down the hall with his hand on the small of his back. Eddie’s breathhitched with excitement and anticipation when they stopped in front of their“play” room. Richie took out the key and unlocked it, leading Eddie in by thehand. He stopped in the middle of the room and kissed from Eddie’s hand up hisarm. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He then kissed his forehead before settling onthe bed. Eddie knew better than to follow him. “But you know that, don’t you?”he smirked as he leaned back. “Strip. Show daddy how fucking pretty his littleprincess is.” Eddie obediently began unbuttoning his shirt. “Slower.” Hesuppressed a frustrated whine and slowed down. He decided to have fun with it,batting his eyes at Richie as he let his shirt fall to the floor. He swiveledhis hips as he undid the button and the zipper on his jeans, then turned andbent over, showcasing his ass as he took them off. He was just wearing boxerbriefs, but they were pretty short, and he smiled to himself as he heard Richiecurse under his breath. Finally, Eddie took them off and turned to face Richieonce he was fully naked. “Get over here.”

That voice was everything Eddie haddreamed it would be. He walked over to Richie, playing with his hands andcurling in on himself for show. Richie grabbed him by the wrists and kissedthem both, looking up at Eddie with dark eyes but completely ignoring his hardand leaking cock. He then pulled him across his lap, making Eddie yelp insurprise. Richie wasted no time in bringing his hand down on Eddie’s ass. “Thisis mine,” Richie growled, “got it?” Eddie nodded and got another spank, whichsent pleasure coursing through him. “Say it.”

“It’s yours,” Eddie gasped. “I’myours, my ass is all yours.” His cock throbbed against Richie’s thigh and wassurely leaking precome onto his jeans.

“That’s right, baby. And do youknow what that means?” Richie spanked him again, harder and in the same spot;the pain felt amazing. “It means that only I get to touch you.” Spank. “It means that I touch you when Iwant to.” Spank. “And how I want to.Do you understand?”

“Yes, daddy,” Eddie nearly cried,“I understand.” Richie maneuvered Eddie so that he straddled Richie’s lap, andthe manhandling only made Eddie harder. The obvious erection under his assdidn’t help. Richie gripped his hips so hard Eddie wouldn’t be surprised if itbruised - he hoped it would, he loved being covered in marks, and he wanted tobe painted in Richie’s handprints for days. Richie must’ve had a similar idea,as he bit down hard on Eddie’s neck and sucked painfully on the sensitive skin.Eddie moaned wantonly and bucked his hips, but Richie held him so that he couldn’trub his cock against Richie’s stomach. Richie kept sucking harsh marks allacross Eddie’s neck and chest, and all Eddie could do was whine and gripRichie’s shirt and hair. Richie looked up at him with pupils blown wide and hislips slick with spit. “Just in case you forget who you belong to,” he grinned.He then pulled Eddie flush against him and lifted him up; Eddie instinctivelywrapped his arms and legs around him. His cock twitched in excitement when herealized Richie was carrying him over to the swing. Eddie obediently held anarm up, which made Richie chuckle. “Aw, is someone being good now?” he teasedwith a kiss and light bite to Eddie’s ear.

“Yes, daddy,” Eddie answeredsweetly as Richie secured the restraint.

“That’s cute,” Richie mused. “Notgonna get you anywhere, though.” Eddie huffed as Richie slipped his other wristinto another restraint. “There’s my little brat,” Richie smirked. He supportedEddie as he slipped his ankles into restraints that kept his legs up andspread. Richie made sure the restraints were secure before stepping back andadmiring his work. Eddie’s skin burned under his eyes, loving how it felt to bespread open for him. Richie walked back up to him and grabbed his jaw, forcingit up so he could lick a lewd stripe up the column of Eddie’s throat. Eddiemoaned. Richie stepped away with a satisfied smile and made his way toward thedresser they kept their toys in. He got out the lube and walked back over,squirting some on his fingers and warming it up on the way. He looked Eddie inthe eyes and brought his finger right up against Eddie’s hole. Eddie whimpereddesperately, but Richie just looked at him. His jaw was set, the slightest hintof a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. Lips that Eddie would give anythingto feel on him. When Richie didn’t move, just kept his finger where it was,Eddie looked up to find his eyes already trained on Eddie’s.

“Please,” Eddie whined with wideeyes and a pout. Richie’s smile grew imperceptibly.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please finger me, daddy. Please, Ineed you so bad, need to feel your fingers inside of me.”

“Work for it if you need it sobad.” Heat flushed through Eddie’s cheeks and chest, but he did as he was told.He rocked himself back, and when his momentum pushed him forward Richie’sfinger slipped into him. He threw his head back and moaned; he knew he’d beenmissing Richie inside of him, but he hadn’t realized how much. A sort ofembarrassment coursed through him as Richie watched with a small smile as Eddierocked himself back and forth, desperately seeking more pleasure and friction,but he liked it - in fact he loved it, loved the condescension in Richie’seyes. He knew Richie was gonna make him work for it, but eventually Richie wasgoing to take Eddie apart, and Eddie couldn’t wait. He rocked eagerly, wantingto fast forward to Richie fucking his brains out.

But then Richie pulled away andwent back to the drawer. “Wait, nonono, daddy, come back! Please, please I needyour fingers, daddy,” Eddie begged, thrashing uselessly at his restraints.

Richie ignored him and rifledthrough the drawer. He pulled out two blindfolds - a red one and a black one -and held them up to Eddie. “Which color?” Eddie just pouted and shook his head.“Well alright, if you won’t choose I will.” He tossed the red one carelesslyback in the drawer and headed over with the black one.

“But I wanna see you,” Eddie whinedpetulantly as Richie secured the soft eye mask on his head. However, he didn’tslip it over his eyes yet. He stooped down a bit and looked Eddie in the eye.

“That’s exactly why I’m doing this.You’ve been a brat, and brats don’t get what they want.”

“But I’ll be good, so good for you, daddy, I promise!”

“It’s a little late for that,sweetheart.” Richie kissed his nose, pulled down the blindfold, and pressed twofingers inside of him. Eddie let out a small, breathy moan at the newsensation. “Now fuck yourself on my fingers or I’ll leave you here.” Eddie wasquick to comply, rocking his hips as fast as he could. However, given that hewas suspended, he couldn’t go nearly as quickly as he wanted.

“Daddy, please,” he cried. “I wantit fast, please give it to me, please.”

“You’ll take what I give you or youget nothing. Got that, sweetheart?”

“Yes, daddy,” Eddie agreedreluctantly.

“Tell daddy what you’re workingtoward.”

“Your cock, daddy.”

“Yeah? You want daddy’s cock insideof you?”

“Need it,” Eddie mewled, increasingthe enthusiasm and the power of his thrusts but still only minimally increasingthe speed.

“You think daddy’s cock is gonnamake all this hard work worth it?”

“Yes, daddy,” Eddie groaned, “soworth it. I’d do anything to get your cock inside of me.”

“I know you would,” Richie chuckledsmugly. “God, I’ve got such a desperate cockslut, don’t I? Such a needy littlewhore for daddy.” Eddie gasped when he felt Richie’s lips on the inside of hisknee. “And so pretty, too. Daddy’s so lucky to have you, kitten.” He pressed akiss to the inside of Eddie’s thigh, making him whine and shake. “You’re so funto play with. So fun to tease.” Richie sucked one of Eddie’s nipples into hismouth. Eddie moaned, high pitched and desperate, and a bead of precome leakedfrom his cock. Richie kissed his way up Eddie’s neck until his lips brushedagainst his ear. “You’re even more fun to fuck.” He harshly thrust his fingersinside of Eddie, his finger finally brushing up against Eddie’s prostate.

“Yes!” Eddie cried, his handsgrabbing onto the restraints. “Yes, yes, please keep going, please.” But Richieslid his fingers out and, in doing so, earned himself a frustrated whine fromEddie that bordered on the beginning of a tantrum.

“Show me you can take three,” heordered, pressing three fingers to Eddie’s rim. Eddie pressed himself againstRichie, and it burned, but he managed to fit three fingers inside of him. He letout soft, high pitched, breathy grunts every time he felt Richie’s knucklesagainst his ass, his fingers buried as deep inside of him as they would go. Thepain soon subsided and faded into pleasure that made Eddie throw his head back.He loved Richie’s fingers, loved the way he curled them inside of him everyonce in a while.

“Fuck, daddy,” he moaned. “Wannasee you.” He loved the way Richie looked when he got Eddie like this, and hewanted to see the look in his eyes as Eddie fucked himself on his fingers. ButRichie ignored Eddie’s request, instead removing his fingers and leaving theblindfold. “No, please,” Eddie all but sobbed, reaching futilely for Richie. Heheard him rummaging around again, but he couldn’t tell what he was doing. Eddiewhimpered at the emptiness. Richie must’ve taken his shoes off, because Eddiedidn’t hear him walk over - he just heard soft vibrations seconds before hefelt them inside of him. He cried out, gripping his restraints again. He was solost in the feeling of the vibrator inside of him that he almost missed Richiesecuring a cock ring on him. “No,” Eddie whined, “daddy, please.”

“I told you I was gonna make youwait, princess,” Richie tutted. “Brats don’t come until they’re allowed, youknow that.” Eddie whined indignantly but stopped squirming, allowing Richie todo whatever he wanted to him. But… Richie didn’t do anything. The cock ringstayed on and the vibrator stayed inside of him, but he didn’t hear whereRichie was. That is, until he heard a belt buckle and a zipper coming undonefrom a little ways across the room.

Eddie moaned as he listened toRichie spit in his own hand and start stroking his cock. “That’s not fair,”Eddie whined, pulling uselessly at his restraints again. “Please daddy, I wannasee you, want your cock so bad.”

“Then earn it. Take your punishmentlike a good slut.” Suddenly the vibrations picked up, making Eddie gasp andbuck his hips. The new speed was intense, and it had his cock flushing withpleasure. The pleasure soon mixed with an edge of pain, as Eddie couldn’t comeeven if he wanted to. Eddie’s hands reached instinctively for his cock, for thevibrator, for Richie, for any control over the situation, but his efforts werefruitless.

“Daddy,” he cried. “Please, please,please, need you so so bad, please.”

“What do you want, baby?” Richieasked, his voice getting closer and closer to Eddie. His strokes sounded slowernow, and just the thought of it made Eddie drool.

“I wanna watch you stroke yourcock, I wanna see you. You’re so fucking hot, I wanna see you so bad, wannahold you. Wanna take your cock up my ass and make you feel good. Please, daddy,please let me be good for you, please let me see you.”

“You’re so cute when you beg like alittle whore.” Eddie didn’t need to see to know Richie was smirkingvictoriously. Suddenly there was another smack to Eddie’s ass, making him gaspas pleasure sparked through him. “Aren’t you such a pretty whore for daddy?Such a pretty,” spank, “dirty,” spank, “desperate,” spank, “bad,” spank,“greedy little whore.” He grabbed Eddie’s ass, which made him whimper. “You’rea spoiled little whore who thinks his daddy will give him anything he wants,aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” Eddie whined.“I wanna be good for you, please.”

“No, you wanna get fucked. Isn’tthat right? Daddy’s little whore just wants some cock, doesn’t he?” Eddienodded, a pout in his face. “Say it.”

“Want your cock, daddy.”

“Do you? I think you’d let anyoneshove their cock up your ass. I think you’d spread your legs for anyone.”Eddie’s cheeks and chest burned at the words.

“No! Daddy, it’s just you, Ipromise I only want you.”

“Yeah? And why’s that?”

“Because no one can fuck me likeyou do.” Eddie gasped as Richie started brutally fucking the vibrator in andout of him. “I love you, daddy.”

“Aw, he’s being sweet now,” Richiechuckled. He kissed the inside of Eddie’s thigh sweetly before sinking histeeth into the soft flesh. Eddie cried out, though he couldn’t tell if it wasmore from pain or pleasure. “Kissing up to daddy, are we? Gonna be a good,sweet little boy? You think if you’re nice daddy will stuff you full of hiscock?”

“Please,” was all Eddie could say,his head swimming.

“That’s it, keep begging, slut.”Eddie responded with an endless string of pleasepleaseplease,rocking himself onto the vibrator. But Richie took it away right as he started,making Eddie whimper indignantly. He missed the fullness, but he loved theanticipation, not knowing what was coming next. He perked up when he heardRichie open the lube again. It must’ve shown, because Richie chuckled. “Sodesperate to be filled and you don’t even know what you’re getting.” But Eddiewould know the feeling of Richie’s cock pressed to his hole anywhere, any time.

“Yes!” he cried out.“Pleasepleaseplease, please daddy, please give it to me.”

“Work for it.”

Eddie swung back eagerly, rockinghis hips forward and letting out an obscene moan when he felt Richie’s cockbreach his hole. He contemplated taking it slow, letting himself adjust, but hewas too far gone to care about that. His lust drove him forward and back andforward again, taking Richie as deep as he could. “That’s it, baby,” Richiepraised. “Fuck, that’s a good slut. See? Isn’t it nice to do what you’re told?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Isn’t it nice to give daddy whathe wants?”

“Yes, daddy,” Eddie answered even more emphatically. He rocked hiships harder and faster for emphasis.

“Keep it up and daddy just mightfuck you.” That motivated Eddie like nothing else. He pumped as fast as hecould, desperate for it, not bothering to hold back his desperate little gruntsand cries and moans as he fucked himself on Richie’s cock. He clenched aroundhim, just the way he knew he liked, and was delighted when it had the desiredeffect. Richie growled and grabbed Eddie by the hips, pulling and pushing himup and down his cock.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Eddie cried. “Useme, use me, use me, yes.”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, that’sright. You love getting fucked like a little toy, don’t you? You like whendaddy uses you to get off?”

“Yes, daddy,” Eddie moaned. Hisvoice droned off into a litany of yesdaddy, repeated over and over like a prayer when Richie began fucking intohim in earnest. He moaned in surprise, pain, and pleasure when Richie’s handcame down hard across his cheek.

“Your ass belongs to me,” Richiegrunted as he gripped Eddie by the throat. He dug his fingers into the sides ofhis throat under his jaw. Eddie loved the pain, loved the shortness of breathand the lightheadedness that eventually arrived. “You belong to me, you’re mine. Only I get to make you feel thisgood, got it?” Eddie nodded as best he could with Richie’s hand still wrappedaround his throat. God it made himwant to come, and his cock throbbed more painfully the harder Richie chokedhim. He let up a little, but Eddie whined in protest. Richie laughed again andtightened his grip, fucking Eddie even harder.

“Yes,” Eddie gasped out weakly, hisknuckles white from how hard he was gripping his restraints. Richie chokedEddie until he couldn’t breathe, then released his grip right as Eddie’s headstarted to get light. “Please,” he rasped.

“Please what?” Richie asked as hecontinued to slam his hips into Eddie’s. Eddie’s lack of sight heightened thesound of skin slapping against skin, of the restraints rattling, of Richie’sgrunts and Eddie’s moans. It made his cock throb desperately.

“I need to come, daddy,” hepleaded.

“Oh, you need it?” Richie mocked ina tone that made Eddie’s cheeks grow hot again. “I guess you should’ve thoughtabout that before you decided to be brat.”

“Hurts,” he cried.

“Oh, I know it does sweetheart. Butyou like that, don’t you?” Eddie could only whimper in response. “Yeah, I knowyou fucking do.” At the same time, Richie nailed Eddie’s prostate and slappedhim. Eddie’s cock dribbled out more precome, proving Richie’s point. Eddiemoaned obscenely. “You’ll come tonight, princess, but not until daddy does,okay?” Eddie nodded, then pointedly clenched around Richie again. Richiegroaned and tightened his grip on Eddie’s hips.

“Please come inside me, daddy,”Eddie begged. “Please, want your come so bad, want it dripping down my thighs.”

“Yeah? You wanna be full of mycome, kitten?”

“Yes, daddy, please.”

“Maybe I’ll just fuck you and fillyou up with my come and then leave you here until I’m ready to give you somemore.” Eddie whimpered. “Yeah, you want as much of my come as possible, don’tyou baby? Hungry for daddy’s come like a good little slut.”

“Wan’ it so bad,” Eddie moaned, hisvoice slurred from pleasure and the overstimulation of being denied an orgasm.

“Gonna give it to you, baby,”Richie panted, and Eddie could tell from the sloppiness of his thrusts that hemeant soon. “Gonna give my little comeslut just what he wants.” Richie removedthe cock ring then, and Eddie almost sobbed with pleasure and relief. Richiegave him a few more hard thrusts before they were both coming, their moansmixing in the air of the room. Eddie wasn’t sure what felt better: his ownrelease or being filled with Richie’s come.

Richie kissed Eddie tenderly as hepulled out. “That was so good,” Eddie panted, feeling lighter than air.

“I’m glad,” Richie smiled againsthis cheek. “It was amazing for me, you’re so good for me.” Eddie preened underthe praise and the soft touches. “I’m gonna take the blindfold off, okay baby?”Eddie nodded and hummed contentedly as he felt Richie’s come drip out of him.He smiled to himself when he heard Richie curse at the sight. He then slowlyslid the eye mask off, letting Eddie adjust gradually to the light. The dimlighting helped, but Eddie still squinted a bit. Eddie beamed at his husband,so happy that he could finally see him. He looked so beautiful with a sheen ofsweat making his skin glisten and his damp curls pushed away from his face. Hisblue eyes sparkled from behind his glasses as they drank in Eddie’s smilingface. “God, you’re cute,” Richie grinned before peppering Eddie’s face withmore kisses.

“I love you,” Eddie smiled.However, he frowned as soon as he reached for Richie and found he was stillbound up. Richie kissed his pout away.

“I love you too, angel. Let’s getyou down from there, yeah?” Eddie nodded. “Arms around me, baby, I’ve got you.”Richie undid him one arm at a time, making sure he took his time letting eacharm down so he wouldn’t hurt himself. He wrapped his arms around Richie’sshoulders, leaning his weight on him, pleasantly exhausted. He barely did anyof the work as Richie undid the leg restraints and wrapped Eddie’s legs aroundhis waist. Then Richie was carrying him to the kitchen and setting him down onthe counter. He gave Eddie some fruit and water and ran his fingers through hishair and kissed his temple as he ate. “You are perfect,” Richie sighed. Apleasant flush spread across Eddie’s skin, and he leaned even further intoRichie’s embrace.

“I love you so much,” Eddiemurmured into Richie’s shoulder.

“I love you, too.” Richie kissedEddie’s hair and held him close. “You wanna get cleaned up?” Eddie noddedsleepily against Richie’s chest, and Richie picked him up. Eddie was asleepbefore they even made it to the bathroom, feeling warm and safe and happy inhis husband’s loving arms. 

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The Other Kim (M)

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader x Kim Namjoon Genre/Rating: fluffy smut / M, mature audiences only plz Warnings: explicit sex, unprotected intercourse Word Count: 4.3k Summary: Marriage is awesome. You get to have sex whenever you want, wherever you want. 

“Mrs. Kim!” The reference still makes you smile. There’s a euphoric element in the title that binds the muscles of your oris to your heartstrings, a tug that reminds you that you are his and, unequivocally, he is yours. “Mrs. Kim,” the voice repeats, softer now that it has your attention. “Your husband is in the lobby. Says he'd like to get lunch?” You give the new receptionist a whimsical look, a raised eyebrow to indicate your reluctance to believe that your husband, a man who has spent the better of the first six months of marriage hidden away in the darkest corners of the world, is simply, idly waiting for you to make an appearance downstairs. It's a possibility, and by no means do you rule it out, but he's crazy about you - the two of you are crazy about each other, and these months he's been away for work has only amplified and solidified the fact. You don’t trust it. If the man downstairs isn’t letting himself in, or causing a scene about the idiocy of building security that won't grant him access to the elevators at the forefront, there is no chance in hell that the visitor is in fact your man. Not that you husband is ill behaved, so to speak. No, he's quite the opposite. Typically, the most reserved man in the room. But he's a man with purpose. He would allow little to nothing, save for the insatiable taste of your lips, to get in the way of his mission. "My husband?" You ask, bleak and unnerving. You want it to be him. You want it to be a wondrous Christmas miracle in his cultured arms. You want to shower him with kisses of longing and bathe in him words of endearment, hold his hand until their raw from your touch. But there have been many times where your husband has inadvertently amused you in sending replacements: Jimin on your anniversary, with a half dozen bouquet of flowers. "One for every year you have decided to keep me," the card read. Jungkook on your birthday, cake and all. And by 'all' you mean helium filled balloons with streamers and confetti, party hats for everyone on the office floor and kazoos to last the year. There was even a time your husband requested his mother's presence. His mother, the sweetest, as mother in laws come, thoroughly enjoyed intermingling with corporate officials at the benefit dinner. She was your husband's stand in, no less, and finessed her way to a charitable amount of donations from her newfound friends through the over zealous sharing of your direction for the organization. "Says he's Kim Taehyung and he's ready to complete his marital duties." You scoff at the words. Kim Taehyung, that sneaky, playful, son of gun. "Let him up," you hiccup, ready to announce your endearments the moment he breaks through the glass doors. Six months is too long to go without seeing someone you love. There was a time the two of you were inseparable. From the time you made him rehearse your wedding vows as children up to now, where it takes all of him to convince you that your marriage isn't in shambles, but just an unconventional promise of love, he has always been your best friend. Your first love. Your first kiss. Your first -

It was awkward, to say the least, learning the anatomy of a man through the preliminary lessons of your best friend. You were young, too young to be dabbling in the actuality of love. But you had fire, and he had heart. Two things that should, on their own, be more than enough to transcend through any hardship.

It was clumsy at first, the stumbling of excited hands and the trembling of untrained lips. The first time Taehyung kissed you was like electricity. A current all its own and your pulse melted into his. He must have asked you a thousand times if it was alright, not that you could make out his words in between your shortened gasps, but you nodded anyway - anything to get his lips back on yours.

You remember saving yourself for him and when you turned 18 you made a unplanned visit to his dorm room and told him you were through. You couldn’t wait anymore and you wanted to spend forever with him. The sex was passionate, slow, nothing like the love between you where it burned hot and steady.

“Please Tae,” you quivered, a trembling mess beneath him as his two fingers slid in and out of you. “Don’t stop.” The will power it must have taken him to simply play with your cunt as you begged for his thickness is unfathomable. It wasn’t until you came undone from his fingers and tongue did he begin to undress himself and expose his own excitement.

His cock was pink and swollen, damp from his own wetness. But as much as he wanted you, to enter you and feel your tightness welcome him, he wanted your own pleasure more.

“I love you,” he whispered on top of you, kissing you from head to chin. “You know that, right?” You nodded. “We don’t have to if you’re not ready. We can wait,” he paused, hesitating before he continued. “I can wait.

You wanted to laugh, to ask him how he could say such sweet nothings while his throbbing cock was pressed against your thigh, but instead you brought your mouth to his ear, bit his lobe and whispered with conviction, “I want you.”

Taehyung couldn’t keep his eyes off you, as if he had never a finer sight. He had seen you undress before, an accident that occurred when he forgot to knock, and again when he sneaked into your bedroom for a midnight surprise of “I love you’s” and “I just wanted to see you,” but this time, he knew, was different. He was about to make you his, touch you in places he has yet to. He unrolled the translucent condom around his length and positioned himself at your core, lustful but sure. His entry was unhurried and gentle, every inch of him aware of your clenching cunt. His mouth pressed in a straight line, tucking his lips within each other to prevent himself from groaning. To prevent himself from enjoying the luxury of your pussy and coming prematurely.

His grunts were deep even though he was not. Watching you squirm to adjust beneath him, he paused halfway through, cock only breaking the entrance of you tight womb. The stretch was uncomfortable, but by no means painful. The lubrication from your climax was still prevalent inside, preparing you for his thickness.

“Tae,” you begged, “please.”

A breath escaped the both of you, a gasp of synchrony you’ve never heard before. A union between children. Simultaneous pleasure as Taehyung allowed himself to enter you fully, until his pelvic felt the curve of your bottom cheeks.

He gaped at the sensation, never feeling the pleasure of a woman before, for you, too, were his first.

His first few thrust were deep, as if he didn’t want to remove himself from the depths of your womb. But as you began to chant his name, his excitement grew and his movements flowed more fluid and complete. The snaps of his hip loud as they slammed against your core.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeated, chasing his high within your womanhood. His fingers moved in circles, teasing your clit and awaiting your climax just the way he had seen in movies. Movies he had watched to prepare for you. Movies he watched so he wouldn’t look like a fool as he made love to you, as he cherished you.

Although he tried, he couldn’t hold out. He came in spurts, pushing his cock in deeper, harder, as he covered himself in his own seed.

That was the first time of many you made love to Taehyung. A ritual that became second to breathing. So when he announced his plans of travel, his internship abroad, you were hell bent on marrying him, so sure your place was beside him, following him around the world. But the world brings stranger things - better things.

Taehyung is a model, for now. His occupation changes as often as his passions and he’s the kind of person to act on his impulses (hence you). The world has been kind to him, cultivating his dreams and, like you, always letting him win.

The moment you catch sight of his fluffy hair bouncing around the corner, you can’t help but squeal in anticipation. It’s not any better when he breaks through the double doors, his eyes wide and gleaming. God, how you love those eyes. Pupils that express every ounce of his emotion, every flicker of happiness. You figure that’s how he’s catches his gigs, lands every job he interviews for. There’s some uncanny amount of truth and sincerity hidden beneath his folds and it doesn’t help that he’s so friendly, a bundle of joy contained in a vessel.

“I have missed you, I missed you, I miss you and I will always miss you,” he admits, crushing you beneath his tight hold. Your face his buried into his chest, a suffocating feeling you have missed entirely too much. “I’m never leaving you again, I swear.”

“I’ll give you some time to catch up,” the assistant coughs as she shuts the door behind her, the quaintness apparent in her beady eyes.

When Taehyung finally allows you to breathe, he takes a moment to stare at you, taking in the you before him now and comparing it to the you he saw six months ago. It would almost make you weak if you didn’t know any better.

“You’re thinner,” he breathes, tucking the loose hairs surrounding your face behind your ears. “Let’s fix that.”

Lunch is great. A whole lot of laughter and playing catch up. With Taehyung’s job, it makes it nearly impossible to get a hold of him. Photoshoots here, runways there. There's no sleep in his lifestyle, let alone time for you. But you’re important to him, he lets you know. He reminds you every time he comes home.

“Do you remember when we were kids? Not even kids. I don’t know maybe 17? And you told me you loved me for the first time?”

“I remember,” you panic, still sick at the thought. “You said you loved me too. And that was the end of it.”

Before, it would have been crucifying, nothing short of walking naked on pin needles to your own grave, to admit and relive your one sided crush on your neighbor. Taehyung has always been handsome, goofy and more friendly than need be. But he was dense, oblivious to the meaning behind the shy smiles and giggling amongst females as he walked by. He made nothing of the handfuls of do-eyed confessions, categorizing them as exaggerated friendships. You had thought it to be alleviating, an unexpected optimism you found in all his blunt rejections, until you realized you, too, were in love with him.

It took you the better of a ruined childhood friendship and years of self-loathing before you came to terms with your feelings. You remember waking up one day expecting Taehyung to feel the same. It was at a house party, you didn’t normally attend parties, but Taehyung was going - and you needed to tell him.

A party filled with booze and adolescent fun, it only took two cups of party juice before you had the courage to tell him. You took him outside, away from the beer pong table he was dominating, held him close and whispered something he could never forget.

The way your heart stopped when you heard his giggle is still memorable to this day. He set your heart aflutter in returning the three small, but monumental, words and for a second the world stood still - the world stood still to applaud your innocence, your triumph, your stupidity.

“The beginning,” he corrects, point his finger to make a point. “No me, no husband.”

His phone rings and he sends it his voicemail. “Work, probably,” he shrugs. “It can wait.” But the phone rings again. And again.

“I don’t mind,” you assure. You’re used to it, the constant ringing of his cell phone, the texts and interruptions. “Go.”

You hate to see him leave, tired and unfed. The makeup under his eyes can only conceal so much. Tomorrow, you figure, you’ll get to see him tomorrow.

Tomorrow comes all too soon. When you arrive in the office, coffee is in order. There’s work to do stemming from last night’s appraisal, a sudden increase in your grant - not that you’re complaining. This non-profit is your baby, your pride and joy, and, fingers crossed, your final calling. Too many times have you immersed yourself in business plans only to have them fall apart.

There’s something about Friday’s that make it all the more hectic. The demand of weekly deadlines, the rush of final faxes, offices closing, weekend bustle, traffic jams on the outskirts of the city, all concepts that, although are intended to keep you busy, only make you feel all the more lonelier than you really are.

You miss your husband. You miss his presence. You miss the smell of his skin after he takes a shower. You miss him in the shower. The thought brings a blushed smile to your lips. You recall how cute his butt looks, how thick his waist is, how good he looks completely naked below you.

You stare at your phone, at his picture, disappointed but not surprised. No new messages. No missed calls. You return to bury yourself in work, dodging all the pent up frustration you just brought upon yourself.

“Mrs. Kim?”

There it is again, the unsure quiver in her voice. This time the assistant knocks as she enters, her face disapproving at your obvious state - sluggish and self wallowing. Who asked her anyway?

“Your husband. He wants to do lunch. ”

“Send him up,” you twinkle, ready for Taehyung to make up the events of last night. You really just want lunch, but he’s the type to overcompensate and bring chocolates and an apology card.

Today it’s flowers. A bouquet of red roses that cover his face as he makes way through your office door. Odd for him to shut it behind him. He normally leaves doors open. He likes the the draft, the option to escape when things get particularly awkward.

“Taehyung, what are you doing?”

His footsteps come to a halt and he pauses. “Taehyung?” He repeats, removing the flowers from his field of vision. “No, baby, it’s the other Kim.”

It’s as if the world quit spinning, or at the very least, you weren’t breathing. The other Kim. Your Kim.

“Namjoon!?” It isn’t a question, but a declaration. A declaration of love and aching that has suddenly subsided with his presence. He’s home. Your husband, after six months in the jungle attempting to save the world from itself, is finally safe - finally home.

You run into his arms, thoughtless of the flowers in his hands, and insert yourself in his hold instead. Namjoon doesn’t fight it. He drops the flowers at his feet and mold his hands to the curve of your body as he embraces you, a caress warmer than the sun. His hands are large and rougher than you remember. You can feel the callouses through your thin, chiffon button up, the only layer separating his hands from the barrenness of your flesh.

You don’t take a second to register where his mouth is before start placing your eager lips all over him. From collarbone to the skin you can reach on his face, you smother him with kisses, with wanting.

“I’ve missed you so much,” you whisper. “From the moment you left,” kiss, “until now,” kiss “I have missed you.” Big kiss. He is too tall for you to kiss his plump lips directly, but you remove your arms from his sides to wrap around his neck and he bends over to return your affection. You kiss him one more time, less rushed and more delicately on his lips as if to tell him ‘good job, you’ve done well, and i am so proud to be your wife.’

Namjoon’s tongue swipes your lips, his hands round at the bottom of your ass and he picks you up as if you’re weightless before him. He carries you across the room, setting you on your desk, shoving all else aside as he marks you as his.  A claiming ritual he’s done countless times before.

“I thought you wanted to grab lunch?”

“Grab,” he smirks, dragging your ass to the edge of the desk. “And, do.” He runs his hands up your shirt and you hiss under the sensation of his caress.

If Taehyung’s touch is a circuit of electricity, Namjoon’s is a endless supply of light. A quasar that powers the dam of your sentiments. He compels everything out of you: the good, the bad, the light, the dark. There is not a part of you he has not seen. There is not a part of you he has not loved. He is your brightest day and your longest night.

His grip is tight and unrelenting at your breast while he extends your kisses to his. This time, he’s the one smothering you with endearment, pecking you with kisses from ear to the crook of your neck. Each kiss is wet. Each kiss is stimulating. Each kiss leaves you famished for more.

“Let’s go home baby.” You pull him away from your body to look at him, to beg him to take you to bed and allow you to feel a half year's worth of anticipated climax.

Namjoon responds with a gentle kiss to the tip of your forehead, he entangles his fingers with your messy hair as he grins and then brings his lips to your nose. “You think.” Cheek. “After calling me Taehyung.” Lips. “That I’m going” Neck. “To wait to make love to you?” Collarbone. “Taehyung could never love you like me,” with those words Namjoon returned his lips to yours and reclaimed his dominance. “Never fuck you like me.” His tongue press against your teeth tracing your insides as if in search for something.

“I want these lips on my dick,” he breathes. “Moaning my name, sucking my cock. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

It’s one in the afternoon, nearly time for all your employees to begin flocking back in from lunch. You know this. You know you should control yourself, save it for tonight in the privacy of your own home - but the thought excites you. The thought of getting caught in the middle of the day when you’re supposed to be a professional, and in your office, no less.

You plop yourself off the desk, trailing his essence with your fingers, gliding down his sides as you position yourself on your knees. You press kisses on his tummy, his belly button, the rim of his jeans, and finally, the bulge of his cock.

Namjoon groans in return, impatient for your mouth. “Suck,” he commands.

You don’t wait to take him in, too eager at his feet. A mistake. He’s big. Namjoon cock twitches in your mouth at the heavenly sensation. You run your tongue along the side of his cock, dragging it as you come up for air.

“Fuck, baby,” he jeers. “Yes. Just like that. God, I’ve missed your sweet mouth.”

You hum into his dick and allow him to feel each vibration.

“Of all the places,” he pants. “And all the views,”  he pushes you head further into him, shoving his cock down your throat in a bliss you haven’t felt since his departure. “Unghh,” he grunts. “Nothing compares to seeing you on my cock.”

Namjoon pulls his dick from your throat and brings you up for a kiss well done.

He’s stunning. When you look at him you can see the little beads of perspiration on his forehead and they gleam in the afternoon light, as if he’s the one doing work.

The peckered sweat on his forehead reminds you of your first acquaintance. You were supposed to be visiting Taehyung. He was a photographer at the time and was making his way through the African terrain. He had just gotten out of his landscape phase and wanted a new challenge, something that moved, something that was hard to catch with his lens.

He met Namjoon on one of his excursion, something about getting lost in the maze of vines and undergrowth, and the two quickly became friends. It’s like that with Taehyung. He meets someone, and has this amazing gift of making you feel like you’re old friends.

Taehyung was supposed to pick you up from the airport, show you around the congo, anything to deliberately show he still had interest in the hobbies he leaves behind - but he didn’t. A part of you knew in coming what you would find. An adventure for sure, but a whole different kind.

While you and Taehyung spent the bittersweet end trying to convince yourselves the flame was still ongoing and steady, the love went up in smoke.

For awhile, the only means of communication you had with Taehyung was through Namjoon. He had been there to see the downfall, “a wasted love” he calls it, and was adamant on getting the two of you back together. Needless to say, it didn’t work. Somewhere along the way, Namjoon shamefully admitted his feelings to his new-old-friend and Taehyung just laughed.

“How could you not?” He asked.

“Bend over for sweetheart.” Namjoon turns your around on your desk, shoving his erection between the cheeks of your ass to taunt you. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Without warning your husband raises the hem of your pencil skirt above your waists and delivers a wet kiss between your folds. “Shit baby,” Namjoon whispers when he can. “You’ve must have missed me a lot. You’re practically dripping and I haven’t even touched you yet.” You clench your entrance at his touch, his fingers running the lines of your panties.

“Joonie,” you gape. “Don’t tease - ah.”

He shoves your soiled underwear to the side as he enters your cunt with his tongue.

“Fuck, you taste good. Have you been using the toys I send you?”

“Y-Yes,” you shiver, his tongue and gliding fingers bringing you near ecstasy. “But only when we skype.”

Namjoon smiles. Though he can’t be there physically, he never leaves you lonely. Even when he has to be up at the crack of dawn to bike to whatever parts of the continent, he makes it a priority to have you satisfied before bed. He’ll call you at three in the afternoon, with erotic notions of his arousal, of demands for your own release. Namjoon will send you pictures of his day and dick at three in the morning, still insistent that you read them and call when you wake. You would think the boy would get his time zones right, but “there no time when he is not in love,” you quote, “so does time even really matter?”

“Show me,” Namjoon stands, aligning his cock at your drenched entrance. “Just like you do on skype baby girl.” He bends over, careful not to break entry before whisper in your ear and tugging your hair between his fingers. “Show me how you fuck yourself on a hard cock.”

At his words, you stretch your ass out to him, swallowing the entirety of his cock as you continuing to twerk your ass on his hips.

Namjoon brings his fingers to your clit with his free hand, rubbing circles in all their pleasure. “Fuck, baby, fuck” he muffles, aware of the increasing noise outside the office. “Slow down baby girl, let me help.”

For once, you don’t listen to him. You increase your speed, pumping him in ways you’ve been practicing at home. To finally feel him makes your knees weak. To feel the entirety of his cock makes you -

“Joon, Joon,” you repeat. “I’m gonna- fuckkkkk! I’m going to cum!”

Namjoon power thrusts his cock on last time inside of you before you become undone, squeezing his circumference tighter than you have before. A euphoric moan leaves your breath as your knees shake and bend against the desk. Namjoon is still pounding into you from behind, approaching his own high.

“Fuck, where should I? Baby, where should I-”

His question is cut short with your mouth. Using whatever strength you have left in your knees, you lean back to kiss him, assuring him that it’s okay. “Cum in me, baby. I want you to. It’s okay.”

You’ve never let Namjoon cum in your before, not even while on the bill. The both of you are too busy in your own right to even contemplate the thought of being responsible for another human apart for yourselves. But this feels right. The connection, the bond between you and Namjoon is permanent, is more atomic and pure than the feeble flames of fire.

“God,” he moans as he spurts in his final jackhammering. You can feel the cum splattering against the roundness of your ass.

A part of your heart clenches at the realization. He’s not ready. He doesn’t feel the same. He didn’t come inside.

Namjoon leans over to kiss you, this time to assure you that that it’s okay. “One day, cutie.” He kisses you again on his reach for the issues on your desk. “When I’m done, when I’m home, we can start our family. But until then,”  Namjoon smacks your ass playfully before return your skirt to its original position. “You’re just going to have to keep fucking me like that.”

A/N: written for all the tortured taejoon hos out there. myself included. may we find inner peace in knowing that we will never have either of them. yay.

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plz-dont-call-me-val replied to your post “plz-dont-call-me-val replied to your post “What’s it with fucking...”

Me's fine. Husband is behaving. Even had baby boy in October. Best thing I ever did! Even though Tom is super-gorgeous/talented I miss your Aidean writing (no pressure to continue - it was just sooooo good - you're one of the bestest). But I am way looking forward to any Thorki that you may write if you chose to do so! Otherwise, how's you? HUGS!

Tumblr didn’t show me this until now! ARGH! What’s wrong with this site??? Grmbl.

Anyway. 

Baby Boy! Aaaaw! Congratulations! :D That’s so sweet! And husband behaving, well, that’s a bonus, too^^

Sigh, yes, the Aidean. And Britchell. I still promise myself I’ll go back there one day and finish all these fics - I mean, once Poldark 4 comes out in June, I’m pretty sure I’ll at least slip halfway back into the Poldark / Aidan / Poldeggan / fandom, so maybe Aidean isn’t far. Thanks for the compliments *heavy blushing*

You know, the funny thing with Hiddleston is that I’m not even that much into him. I mean, until now I haven’t even paid too much attention to him. He was always just sort of...there LOL.

Only when a friend recently started to fall for him, I started looking closer and, well...he’s cute, and very talented obviously, and I like his work, but other than that I just...idk. It’s more like a fascination kind of thing ^^  Also because he and I share not only a birthdate and a favourite place in London, but a few other things as well, so it’s a little bit like watching myself, haha.

As for the Thorki, I am definitely writing some! 9 WIPs at the moment. No idea if anything’s ever going to see the light of day though. IW has given my mood a damper, and also there’s a shit ton of very talented writers in this fandom that I can never even hope to get close to. But we’ll see :-)

Other than that I’ve been okay mostly; it’s been a bumpy ride through the winter months (as always), but things are looking up now :-)

Hope you’re well, and thanks for these little talks :-D

[veloxaraptor]

Need to ramble and rant again because bottling it is bad m’kay.

I’ve been so completely drained the last few days. Or weeks, rather. My husband once again can’t control his anger issues and then wonders why I’m not feeling amorous towards him. Like... why would I want to fuck the thing that sends my anxiety into overdrive? I didn’t think that was a difficult concept.

Not only that, but I am absolutely drained. I more or less take care of this child on my own 24/7 because he can’t handle more than an hour or two alone with her. Taking care of a baby is exhausting. Trying to keep patient when she’s getting into everything she shouldn’t or throwing a fit over who the hell knows, is one of the most draining things in the world.

I love my child. I love being a parent. But there are some parts of the package that really, REALLY fucking blow. Like not being able to always count on your partner because they’re OCD as fuck. Literally, his issue is that he likes things to fall within a certain schedule that he sets for himself mentally, and when it doesn’t happen, he tweaks. That and he has next to no patience. Add that to a baby and well... yeah.

And I don’t want to just dump all of this on friends and the like, because they have their own issues. I don’t need to drag them down with mine. 

I know how draining it can be because I see people (no one specific, to be clear) that seem to have problem after problem after problem almost every day. Every day seems like a goddamn new drama, or old ones being repeated with no strides made to fix it. Like, holy shit. Do these people just have no happiness at all in their lives?

I mean, I probably shouldn’t talk because I was like that at one point. But it was for attention because I was miserable and lonely. Eventually I fixed it. But fuck sake, I really didn’t realise just how obnoxious it is. The whole, “woe is me, my life sucks plz make me feel better” people. 

Especially when you’re already stressed and dealing with your own shit. I’ll admit that it takes a lot of self control to not just come out to people like that and rudely ask them if they ever DONT complain.

Maybe it’s just because I’m in one of those moods this month or something.

But another thing that’s really been irking me is people who don’t like children or babies talking in a derogatory manner or looking down on people who have them or the children themselves. Like, cool, we get it. You don’t  want kids, you don’t like them, you don’t have any, never will... please stop treating those of us who do like  we’re the scum of the Earth? 

If you don’t like children, kindly refrain from following me or blogs that have anything to with them. Stay away from primarily kid oriented places, (like playgrounds) and just  accept that you’re likely going to encounter them when you go out into the real world.

I get that there are children who really need to be disciplined. I will back you up on that. When I see kids running about, screaming, behaving poorly, assaulting, stealing, damaging, etc, and the parents don’t do  anything about it? That makes my blood boil. Oh my god does that make my blood boil. I want to punch parents like that. Children who are screeching in a restaurant while the parents do nothing? That makes me want to murder something. I get that.

I’m talking about people who throw dirty looks or judge someone just because they have kids. Even if they’re being well behaved. Kids will be kids and sometimes, they will act up. It’s inevitable. So long as the parents do something about it however, pretty sure you can fucking cope. 

Or people who are essentially tumblrites. “How dare you assign a gender role to your child?!” Well Francine, allow me to teach  you that I’ll do what I fucking please with my infant, so long as it’s not abusive. If my child decides that they don’t identify with their gender when they’re old enough to understand the concept, I will happily work with that and facilitate that. Until then, don’t you dare shit on me for placing pretty bows in her hair and dressing her in cute little dresses. She’s fucking adorable and I don’t care if you don’t understand that. You don’t have a child, so fuck off.

There’s so much I can really go off about right now, but honestly, I’m tired and not feeling well. My personal health has taken another hit. Spotting, cramps, light headedness, irritability and insatiable hunger for nigh on a month now. On top of an unusually light cycle. Methinks my PCOS is kicking into high gear again and I am not thrilled.

So that’s that for my rant for now.

[adultstories4u]

Raat ko Ashraf aaya to Saba ny apny faisly ky mutabiq bilkul normal behave kya wo apny shouhar ky saath aisy paish aai jaisy ky usky saath khuch bhi na hua ho. haalaky aaj uski izzat lut gai thi. woh larki jisy usky husband ky siwa kisi or nahi dekha tha, jo bazaar bhi jaati thi to naqaab kr ky jaati thi lakin aaj aik doosry mard ny usy bilkul nangi kr ky usky jism ko dekha tha or usy chod kr usky jism or uski izzat ko daaghdaar bhi kr dya tha. lakin woh bahadur larki apny ghar or apny shouhar ko bachany ky lye sub khuch bardasht kr gai thi or bilkul normal anaaz main apny husband ky saath bethi khaana khaa rahi thi.

Dinner ky baad jub dono bed pr laity or hasb e mamool Ashraf ny Saba ky saath thori chaid chaad shuru kr di. lakin aaj Saba ka bilkul bhi mood nahi ban rha tha uska saath dainy ka ku ky uska dimagh kahin or tha……..khuch or hi soch raha tha……………. usy baar baar uska mota lund apni choot ky andar bahir aata jaata hoa mahsoos ho raha tha………. jaisy hi usy yeh mahsoos hota to uski choot khud ba khud hi contract krny lagti………. us waqt bhi woh ankhain band kye Major ky lund ko hi yaad kr rahi thi jub Ashraf ny usy choona or kiss krna shuru kya tha…………….. Thori si kissing or boobs ky saath chaid chaad kr lainy ky baad Saba ny ahistgi sy Ashraf ko rok dya ky plz aaj khuch nahi kro……….aaj usy Ashraf ky haath apny jism pr maza nahi dy rahy thy……… usky haathon ki grift usy kamzoor lag rahi thi………..woh chah rahi thi ky usky rokny ky bawjood Ashraf zoor zoor sy usky boobs ko masal daaly ……….or phir……..usky rokny ky bawjood usy zabardasti chod dy……….uski marzi ki parwah kye baghair hi……………..jaisy………jaisy……….jaisy subah Major ny kya tha usky saath……………Lakin……… Ashraf jo ky hamesha sy aik acha husband saabit hua tha, jaisy bhi gussy ka woh taiz tha lakin apni biwi ki baat zaroor maan laita hota tha or agar uska mood na hota to usky saath sex na krta. aaj bhi us ny aisy hi kya or khaamoshi sy Saba ko apni bahoon main ly kar so gya. lakin Saba apny shouhar ki bahoon main samaai hoi kaafi dair tak jaagti rahi or Major ky baary main sochti rahi…….. usy Ashraf ka is trah sy uski baat maan laina or usy sony ki ijazat dy daina bhi bilkul acha nahi laga tha……….. usy mayoosi hoi thi ky Ashraf kyun ruk gya………kyun us ny meri marzi ky khilaaf mujhy sub khuch krny pr majboor nahi kya……………usky bazoon main laiti hoi usky jism ko mahsoos krny lagi……….. Ashraf ko bhi exercise krni chahye……. taky iska jism bhi mazboot or taqatwar ho jaay…………Major ki trah………..kya ho gya hai mujhy kyun main Major ky baary main hi sochy jaa rahi hoon…………. mujhy to nafrat hai us sy………. main kaisy yeh chah sakti hoon ky Ashraf ko uski trah ka hona pasand kroon………… woh kameena to har waqt mujhy gaalyaan daita hai……………. nahi nahi……………………..woh to bus aik janwar hai………….jo jismon ko nouch daalta hai ……. or jismon ko nouchna jaanta hai………….Saba ko aik baar phir sy apni choot geeli hoti hoi mahsoos hony lagi……….. janwar hai lakin jism to tor kr rakh dya hai na maira us ny………… Saba ky chehry pr muskrahat phail gai………….kutta…………. kameena……………

Agli subah Major apny ghar pr hi ruka hoa tha or kisi na kisi hangamy ky hony ka muntazir tha. woh apny flat main hi idhar udhar thaal rha tha. khuch dair main usy Ashraf ky flat ka darwaza khulny ki awaaz aai. Major bhi apny gate sy lag kr khara ho gya or bahir ki awaaz sun ny laga. usny suna ky Saba apny husband ko see off kr rahi hai. jaisy hi usky seedhyon pr qadam rakhny ki awaaz aai to Major ny apna darwaza khool dya or bahir ko nikal aya. wo mutmain ho chuka hua tha ky Saba ny samjhdaari ka suboot daity hoy apny shouhar ko khuch bhi nahi bataya hai or jaisy us ny kaha tha sub khuch chupaa gai hai.

Saba abhi bhi apny darwazy main khari hoi thi. Major ny Saba ki traf dekha or jub dono ki nazrain aapas main milin to Major ky chehry pr khud b khud hi aik faatehaana lakin ghinaouni si muskrahat phail gai. Major ky chehry pr aisi gandi muskrahat dekh kr Saba ka dil aik baar phir nafrat sy bhar gya. or yeh nafrat usky chehry pr bhi jhalakny lagi………lakin usi waqt uski chudaai ka poora manzar uski aankhon ky saamny doud gya or uska chehra sharam sy surkh hony laga yeh soch kr ky kaisy is ny uska rape kr dya tha……….. or yeh soch kr woh mazeed pareshaan ho gai ky agar kisi ko pata chal gya to meri kitni badnami ho gi…………… us ny apna chehra neechy jhuka lya.

Major ny apny hathoon ki unglyoon ko kiss kya or Saba ki traf uchaalty hoy usy kisi loufar ki trah sy flying kiss di or saath hi apni ungli sy usy apny flat main aany ka ishaara kya. Saba ny gussy sy uski traf dekha or haqarat sy farsh pr thook kr boli…………. kutta.. kameena…………or zoor sy apna darwaza band kr ky andar chali gai or apni peeth apny darwaazy ky saath laga kr khari ho gai. raat bhar khud ko hi laanat malamat krny ky baad hi woh phir sy apny dil main Major ky lye nafrat ko qaim rakh paai thi. jo bhi hua tha usky jisam ka jo bhi response tha us Major ky lye lakin behrhaal uska rape hua tha or yahi cheez usky lye pareshaan kun thi………sharamnaak thi or aziat naak thi……….. is baat ko woh kaisy apny dil sy nikaal sakti thi………..

Is baat sy Major ki himmat barh chuki hoi thi. us ny jub dekha ky ird gird koi bhi nahi hai to aagy barh kr us ny Saba ky darwazy pr knock kr dya. andar darwazy ky saath chipki hoi Saba is achanak ki dastak sy uchal pari. usy Major ki kameengi ka to pata tha lakin yeh andaza nahi tha ky woh seedha usky darwaazy pr dastak dainy ki himmat bhi kry ga. lakin zahir hai ky Saba ny darwaza nahi khola or na hi doosri baar Major ny knock kya or hansta hua apny flat main chala gya.

Andar Saba ka dil buri trah sy dhadak raha tha………. agar …..agar ….. Major andar aagya to…….. to….tooooooo phir sy………….phir sy wohi khuch kry ga………mery saath…………apny moty lund ky saath………………….uuuuuuuuuuffffffffffffffff ……nooooooooooo………..phir sy wohi mota lund meri nazuk si choot main……………aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh nooooooooooooooo…………… aisa ab nahiiiiiiiiiiiii hony doon gi main…………. Saba ny gussy sy socha………….lakin……………..uski saans buhat phoolny lagi……….. boobs ooper neechy hony lagy…….tezi ky saath……….sirf isi khayal ky saath ky agar woh kisi trah sy dobara andar aa gya to kya ho ga………yeh khayal aaty hi usy yaqeen ho gya ky agar woh kameena andar aaya to phir sy wohi khuch kry ga jo kal kya tha us ny………… usy phir sy apny nazuk jisam pr Major ky taqatwar jisam ka boojh mahsoos hony laga……….. usy apni choot ky andar phir sy uska lund …….mota lund ……..apni choot ky andar bahir hota hua mahsoos hony laga………. isi soch ky saath hi usy apni choot main khuch geela pan bhi mahsoos hony laga………… lakin is ahsaas ko jhatak kr woh apny kaam ki traf barh gai……….. woh yeh tasleem krny kylye tyaar nahi thi ky us Major ka tasawar hi usy kamzoor kr daita hai………..

Us din ky baad Major ny kabhi bhi Saba sy dobara koi baat naa ki…….pata nahi kyun……… usko kabhi dekh bhi laita to sirf muskraa kr aagy chala jaata…….. ya usy ignore kr daita…….. usy ab Saba ki koi fikar nahi thi………….ku ky usy pata tha ky woh khuch bhi nahi kr sakti. or yeh haqeeqat bhi thi…………… or shayad yeh bhi haqeeqat thi ky woh ab kisi ko batana bhi nahi chahti thi………… jub bhi uska saamna Major sy hota to kouf ky mssry uski tangoon ki jaan nikalny lagti….. jism dheela parny lagta………… haath pair thandy parny lagty……..Major ky lye uski nafrat barhti jaa rahi thi…….. ……..

aik baar jub woh Mansoor sb ky ghar gay to Ashraf Mansoor sb sy bola,

Ashraf: Mansoor uncle plz aap yeh is Major ka khuch krty ku nahi apartment ky maalik ko hi shikayat laga dain iski khuch bandoon ko ly jaa kr apny saath taky yeh yaha sy nikly or sub ko sukoon mily yaha rahny main.

Mansoor: baita us khabees ka aik hi hal hai ky usy monh hi na lagaya jaay. waisy main dekhta hoon kya kr sakta hoon main.

yeh baat sun kar Saba ka dil zoor sy dharak uthaa…… woh nahi chahti thi ky Ashraf ka dobara sy Major ky sath koi panga ho or kahin buhat ziada gussy main aaky woh Ashraf ko usky baary main woh baat bta dy jis sy uski shaadi shuda zindagi khatry main par jaay……….wo bol pari…

Saba: Ashraf chorain aap bhi……..kyun usko apny dimagh pr swaar kya hua hai……. bus usy aap monh hi na lagaain…….aisy bandy sy dushmani lainy ka kya faida…… bus khamoshi sy rahty hain apny ghar main…….

Mansoor: Kehti to Saba beti bhi theek hai lakin phir bhi main dekhta hoon khuch krta hoon agar khuch ho saka to. kisi na kisi ko apny saath milaata hoon phir hi jaaoun ga malik ky paas.

Mansoor sb aik buhat hi achy or naik or mazhabi shakhs thy. chehry pr bari si bhaari bharkam daadhi thi jo ky sufaid ho chuki hoi thi lakin woh isy hamesha laal rang main rang kr rakhty thy building ky bilkul saath hi aik masjid main imam thy or nimaz parhaaty thy. khuch thora buhat business bhi tha jis sy unka acha guzar auqaat ho jata tha. Hamesha sufaid shalwar qameez, sir pr sufaid topi or haath main tasbeeh pakry Mansoor sb buhat hi muaziz or mazhabi shakhsyat lagty thy. bhaari bharkam jism, toond nikli hoi, surkhi maail color main rangi hoi daadhi, bhaari chehra or saaf suthra aik paak kirdaar hi tha jiski wajah sy ilaaqy main or building main un ka acha roub tha or unki baat suni bhi jaati thi. Bilkul aik aam molvi ki trah mota or bhaari jism tha tond nikla hoa jaisy ky aam tor pr aksar molvi hoty hain. Major sb bhi un sy kaafi had tak dabty thy lakin dono hi aik doosry ko ziada baat cheet nahi krty thy. Mansoor sb ky do bachy thy dono college main parh rahy thy. Bari beti Farah Saba sy 2-3 saal hi choti thi is lye dono ki jald hi dosti ho gai hoi thi. us sy chota baita tha Asad or woh bhi college ka student tha.

kaafi din mazeed guzarny ky bawjood bhi jub khuch na hua or Major sb ki khamoshi saba ky lye hairan kun thi……….. Major ki khamooshi sy Saba ki himmat barhny lagi usy phir sy apni video or photos ko wapis lainy or hamesha ky lye khud ko mahfooz kr lainy ka khayal aany laga………….jaisy jaisy uski himmat barhti jaa rahi thi waisy waisy hi uska khouf bhi kam hota jaa raha tha or isky saath hi uski nafrat bhi barhti jaa rahi thi………lakin aik baat or thi jo usky man main baar baar khatak rahi thi wo yeh ky…… kai baar is douran Ashraf ny usy apni bahoon main lya………usy choda………. lakin jub bhi woh usy apni bahoon main laita to usy un bahoon main kamzoori or narmi mahsoos hoti…….. wo chodta to woh chillati…….aur zoor sy……aur taqat sy …..plzzzzzzzzzzzzz……….. uski band aankhon ky aagy Major ka chehra aa jata…….or woh Ashraf ky jisam pr haath phairty hoy Major ky mazboot jism ko feel krna chati lakin……… lakin…….woh to Ashraf tha uska jisam us mazboot pahaar jaisy Major ki trah kaisy ho sakta tha……….. Ashraf aakhir Major ki trah kaisy chod sakta tha………. or kaisy usky jism ki pyaas us janwar ki trah bujhaa sakta tha……….. jis ny rape kr ky bhi usky dimagh pr apna asar chor dya tha………….itna ky woh ab bhi usky baary main sochti thi…….. itni nafrat krny ky bawjood bhi…………

kaafi din tak sochny ky baad us ny faisla kr lya ky aik baar woh Major sy zaroor mily gi or us sy request kry gi ky woh usy uski video wapis kr dy……. ho sakta haiky itny din guzarny ky baad uska dil khuch naram par chuka ho or woh ab usy hamesha ky lye aazaad kr dy…….lakin phir aik khouf usky saamny aagya ky agar Major ny dobara sy usi drindagi ka muzahira kya or phir sy usky saath…………….. nahi nahi…………. ab aisa nahi ho ga………… zaroori to nahi ky is baar bhi woh usky saath wohi harkat kry……. jo bhi ho lakin behrhaal aik baar to jaana hi pary ga………usky paas

is iraady ko kye hoy bhi usy 2- 4 din mazeed guzar gy lakin usy Major ka saamna krny or us sy baat krny ki koi himmat na ho saki.

Aik dophar main jub ky Ashraf apni duty pr tha to Saba ny himmat kr hi li Major ky paas jaa kr us sy baat krny ki. usny Major ky flat pr jaany main dar bhi mahsoos ho rha tha . yeh khouf bhi tha ky agar Ashraf ny usy Major ky saath batain krty hoy dekh lya ya usky flat pr to phir to uski zindagi or shaadi ki koi bhi zamanat nahi rh jay gi……..lakinjo bhi ho usy aik baar to yeh risk laina hi tha…. jaisy jaisy woh khud ko tyaar kr rahi thi…..uski dil ki dharkan bhi taiz hoti jaa rahi thi ………………..har khouf ky or khatry ky bawjood apni zindagi or apni shaadi ko khatry main daalty huy bhi woh Major ky paas jana chahti thi…………. apni video or photo hasil krny…………….. yeh faisla woh nahi kr paa rahi thi…….. ku ky dil ky kisi koony main usky yeh dar bhi moujood tha ky agar wohi khuch ho gya to………….hua to dekha jaay ga phir ……..aakhir us ny fiasla kr hi lya…………

Saba ny aik dopata apny sir pr achy sy lya or dhadkty hoy dil ky saath apny flat ka darwaza khola or bahir dekha. Garmyon ki dophar thi to bahir koi bhi nahi tha sub log apny apny kaam pr thy ya gharon main araam kr rhy thy. Saba ny apny flat ky gate sy bahir pair rakha or apny flat ko lock kr ky apni bechaini ko control krty hoy qadam barhaay or Major ky darwaazy ky saamny ja kr khari ho gai.

Yaha tak to woh aa chuki hoi thi lakin ab uski himmat nahi ho rahi thi ky woh kaisy knock kry darwazy pr. usky saans buhat phool rhy thy…….. or dil ki dharkan taiz ho rahi thi……., aik traf usy major ky paas jaany ka khouf tha to doosri traf yeh bhi dar tha ky koi dekh na ly usy. jub us ki himmat na hoi to wapis palat aai. lakin do qadam barhaa kr hi phir palti or aik baar phir Major ky darwazy pr thi.

Is baar kaanmpty huy haath uthy or us ny bell daba hi di. Bell ky dabaany ky baad lamhy ghantoon ki trah guzarny lagy. aisy lag rha tha jaisy pata nahi kitni dair ho gai hai usy bell dye hoy or koi khol hi nhi raha darwaza. Dobara bell dainy ki us main himmat nahi thi. abhi woh palatny ka soch hi rahi thi ky darwaza khul gya or usky saamny Major sb ky jawan or taqatwar jism khara nazar aany laga……… or jaisy hi Saba ki nazar Major ky ooperi nangy jism pr pari to to uski tagain kaanmpny lagin……….. uski nazar ab siraf usky jisam pr hi thi…….sanwala rang lakin buhat hi mazboot jisam…… woh bus usky jisam ko taky jaa rahi thi……….

Jaisy hi Major sb ny Saba ko apny darwazy pr or phir apny nangy jisam ko ghoorty hoy dekha to khud ba khud hi usky chehry pr muskrahat phail gai.

Major: haan kya baat hai…….. kya krny aai hai…… abhi to main ny tape chalai bhi nahi hai……….. phir ku aagai hai………. ab kis kaam sy bhej dya hai tujhy tery us bhadway ny………….

Saba: plz Major sb…….. aisa na kahain………. woooo…….. wooo…. muuuujjj…..hyyyyy………… aap sy khuch baat krni thi……

Saba jaisy hosh main aaty hoy boli Maor ki pahli baat ny hi aik

Major: haan kr jaldi meri neend kharab na kr………

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DON'T LET YOUR EX DESTROY YOUR RELATIONSHIP & MARRIAGE

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One of the most delicate relationship problems is the issue of EX LOVERS.

Keeping a close contact with your EX is not advisable if you have started another relationship. Also friendship with an EX cannot continue after marriage. Have you ever thought of why they left or behaved the way they did? The truth is that if they truly loved and missed you, they shouldn't have abandoned you or dumped you, they would have either married you or break up with you mutually.

My beloved pals, be careful how you relate with your Ex, never discuss your current relationship with your EX. It is a dangerous path to thread.

If you have started a new relationship or you are married, please keep your EX at a distance. They should please step aside while you enjoy your relationship, dating or marriage.

Now pay attention to this bitter facts, Some EX lovers are very crafty, smart, wicked, stubborn and can as well blackmail you to do his or her bidding. They can be very desperate.

Most of them behave like something that's being controlled by AMADIOHA. Most times they can suddenly wake up, and start hunting for you under the guise of let's come back together, you are my life, ever since I left you, I haven't known peace, is the work of the Devil, I don't know what came over me, I need you back, please give me a second chance blablabla.

If you find yourself in such a situation, do not be naive to fall for his or her crap if you have found a new relationship that you are happy with or if you are already married.

EX Lovers always come with stories that touches the heart so don't give a hut. Because it can ruin your happiness the second time and forever. I have counselled a good number of single and married people who end up having affairs with their EX. To be candid, most EX wrecked their homes leaving them frustrated and in perpetual agony. Once you are caught, your relationship and marriage wouldn't be the same again.

Let me be candid with you, we are humans, and emotions don't die. It is not easy to forget an EX. Especially the ones you shared your heart, body, soul, money, time, affection, attention, love and togetherness with the person.

So the feelings you have for your EX lovers haven't died completely but for you to move on and enjoy your relationship, dating or marriage with your new partner, you need to keep your EX Lover away, restrict communications if possible and love your Man or Woman like they are the only one in the world.

Most times, you may bump into your EX Lover, you need not turn back to look twice, because if you do, you may suddenly discover that you still have hidden feelings and passions for an Ex and any mistake may trigger an affair which doesn't end peacefully.

Little wonder some Men and Women still sleep with their EX while still under a new relationship or in their husband's house.

What did you really miss in your EX? Is it the abuse, the heartbreak, sex, penis, vagina, money, swag, romance, etc? Are you really being fair to the new person you are with.

Can't you calmly teach him or her how you like it, how you desire to be cared for, romanced, kissed, touched, smiled at and given attention all the time, can't you make it work? Why going back to your vomit?

Say no to an Ex relationship, unless you are with no one and you see genuine repentance and change in him or her, then you can give it a rethink.

Keep your EX Lover off your relationship, dating, marriage and all that has to do with your private life.

Better watch it, they always come back when you are happy, when you are about to marry and when someone has given you what they couldn't offer you which is true love.

Your EX Lover took a decision to turn his or her back on you, its his or her choice not to marry you and now that you are happily married or in a good relationship, they should leave you alone and let you enjoy your relationship, dating, courtship and matrimony.

Beware Most Ex are manipulators. Shine your eyes. You don't resolve

heartbreak by having an affair with an Ex lover thereby breaking your partners heart.

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