#i had to submit a request 5 times for you to look at my dryer

[i-am-a-fan]

when i submit maintenance to you, i promise im not doing it because i think you’re soooo pretty when you look at my pipe system.

[i-need-entertainment]

It’s my Fault...right?

Character: Komori x female reader **TOXIC RELATIONSHIP** Washio x female reader...Pretty long too..

WARNINGS: Toxic relationship, mental and emotional abuse and manipulation, gaslighting, reader thinking things are her fault. ANGST, some yandere themes/behaviors.

*So uh...this got pretty uh, pretty rough. I would not recommend reading this if you do not like angst. Also, I love Komori and I am in love with Washio, so this one hurted.*

@motoyafightclub​ I hope this was angsty enough~😌

**PSA: I AM IN NO WAY ROMANCING OR EXCUSING ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR, THIS IS AN ANGST, IT WILL NOT END WELL. I AM VERY CLEAR THAT THIS IS A TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, IT IS ABUSIVE, IT IS NOT HEALTHY, OKAY OR JUSTIFIED!! I DO NOT THINK KOMORI WOULD EVER BE LIKE THIS, BUT THIS IS FANFICTION, IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT, DO NOT READ IT!**

Komori Motoya was known to all as a joyous, kind and considerate man. He was hard working and inspiring, he could light up a room just by walking into it. That was how everyone saw Komori Motoya. Everyone except you, who knew much, much better.

Komori was a nice guy, he was always smiling and always positive. But he was also incredibly two faced. You were 16 years old when you met Komori. He had come up to you one day during lunch in your second year of high school, asking if you could help him with some class work he had been struggling with. It was on your second study session when you realized he didn’t need your help at all.

When you asked him about it, he simply confessed he felt he needed an excuse to talk to you, him feeling you wouldn’t have been interested in getting to know him. You, who had been admiring him from afar for the past 2 years let him know that was not the case, and the ‘study sessions’ turned into get togethers. About 2 weeks later he asked you out officially, you of course said yes.

That was 7 years ago.

A lot can change in 7 years, a lot did change.

But nothing changed as much as he did.

To most, he was still the same happy-go-lucky Komori, always smiling and cracking a smile. But that was when he was out of the house, and the two of you weren’t alone. Because alone…well, you didn’t know who he was when it was just you two.

You couldn’t place just when he changed either. There was no traumatic experience, no negative changes made to his day to day life. And yet he was…off. He didn’t like you hanging around your friends as much, which confused you, he always liked your friends. But he would never lie to you so you started spending more time with him, and less time with your friends.

It seemed to be that way with most aspects of your life, if he didn’t like something, you changed it, no questions asked. Asking questions only made him mad, and you didn’t want him mad, you wanted him to be happy! So you did as he requested, even if you yourself didn’t think it was fair.

You could tell he wasn’t the same, at least not to you. But it became most noticeable when you two moved in together when you were 19. You had been going to college and he had advanced greatly in his career, your relationship was steady and strong, so it seemed like the perfect time to take that next leap.

It started off small.

He was always a little bit more irritable than he normally was, nothing too major. It could be from you leaving a plate in the sink even though you did dishes that morning, or you forgot to move the washed clothes into the dryer one time. But it was also on days he had a rough practice, so you let it slide.

Why wouldn’t you? You knew he didn’t do it on purpose..you knew he didn’t mean it. Why are you upset? Why are you getting defensive? Are you questioning him? Why are you doubting him? He just had a bad day, he can be upset, he deserves to be, you do not.

Every time he blew up at you it always ended the same way, it was your fault because you overreacted.

That was one thing you learned after living with him for 3 months, you were the one at fault, not him. And you had no right to suggest otherwise.

But it wasn’t bad, no. He was having a lot of bad days anyone would be upset! I mean…sure, he shouldn’t be directing it at you, but…he can’t help it, he’s not doing it on purpose. It doesn’t mean anything. You know your Toya loves you, he tells you every day, so why would you doubt your precious Motoya? Stop being a terrible girlfriend…

It wasn’t long before you stopped questioning the biting words, he threw towards you, because after months of hearing them, you started believing them too.

He was right after all…wasn’t he? I mean, isn’t he always?

The next big change you noticed was how utterly controlling he became. It wasn’t just about what you two ate for dinner, or what movie you watched. He made the decisions about everything. Specifically every decision about you. What? Didn’t you like the dress he picked out for you? It doesn’t matter if it wasn’t your style, you love him, don’t you?? If you loved him, you wouldn’t question him.

Ah, that’s the other thing he had become exceptionally good at. Guilt tripping.

If there was ever a moment he didn’t want you at a specific place at a specific time, it was simple; you wouldn’t go.

It had been your best friends 21’st birthday when this happened. She had wanted to go out to dinner, nothing crazy, just a nice dinner with her friends and maybe a little shopping. You swore you had told him; you were sure of it. So you were utterly confused when he walked into your shared bedroom, eyes narrowing at the sight of you dressed up nicely.

“…Where are you going..?” You turned around in shock, heart beating unnecessarily fast. You gulped as you fumbled with your words. “U-uhm, it’s Aiko’s birthday, I’m going out to-“ “You’re what?” You stopped talking as your gaze met his ice cold one, eyes unwavering as they stared you down. His stance was relaxed, but it was anything but cheerful. He knew the power he held over you, how else was he supposed to watch over you? Keep you safe…love you. This was what love was. And after 5 years, he thought you knew that.

“I-I told you two days ago..” His eyebrow raised as he very slowly took steps towards you, you unable to go anywhere. “..I don’t remember that sweetheart, are you sure you told me? Because…I specifically remember asking you to tell me things a week in advance…” You looked down as you nodded, hands clasping together In front of you as he stopped before you. Even though you were sure he had never told you that…

He sighed as he started to play with a piece of your hair, “You know I hate when you don’t communicate with me…you’re supposed to let me know these things..you’re supposed to listen to me, you know how hard I work for both of us, you know that…don’t you?” You very meekly nodded, and he shook his head as his hand dropped down to his side.

“Well, you can’t go out, text your friend and tell her you can’t make it.” Your head shot up at his words. “But- Toya, please..I…I haven’t seen her in months and-“ “And?” You gulped at the definite sounding tone he used, but you almost screamed when you saw the look in his eye. There was no trace of the fun-loving Motoya you knew and loved, there was barely anything in the glare he was giving you. But you knew better.

That was two years ago.

And despite your constant wishes for him to change, for him to go back to being the sweet, kind Toya you knew and loved, he was good at reminding you that wasn’t how things were. You thought that was just how it was, he was your first relationship, your first love, your first everything actually…

How could you know better when all you knew was Komori Motoya?

You’ve been out of college for a year now, but you hadn’t gotten a job yet. Your dream job. I’m sure you can guess why you didn’t have a job.

He had been downright insulted when you suggested it, the thought of you being off for a whole 8 hours by yourself, away from him. Out of his reach. Even if all you did now was sit at home and wait for him.

To him the idea seemed downright outrageous, the mere fact you even suggested it being a problem in and of itself. But to you..? A job sounded like freedom. It sounded like being able to do things for yourself again, getting to make (at least a few) choices for yourself, and perhaps the most appealing, it was time away from your lover.

You stilled as the thought crossed your mind. Why do you want time away..? Don’t you love him? Don’t you need him, don’t you rely on him for, everything?

But the more you had these thoughts, the less they made sense.

Wait a minute…you were your own person...weren’t you? Isn’t it your right to think for yourself? To try new things? To make decisions for yourself?

That’s how you found yourself sneaking away to the living room at 11:00 one night, waiting until Komori was sound asleep to use your laptop. You spent the next 2 hours browsing for a job, something, anything you would qualify for. Then you found it.

It was small, you would need to work hard, but you could do it. You took a deep breath as you started the application process, finger shaking as you pressed ‘enter’ and submitted It to the company. You almost smiled, almost, that is until the living room light switched on.

“…what are you doing up so late sweetie?” You froze. He walked towards where you were sitting, swiftly catching the screen right before your successfully closed it, eyes narrowing when he saw what was on it. His brows furrowed as he narrowed his eyes, expression growing more and more frustrated as he looked at the screen before him.

“What is…why did you…and behind my back?” Your hands gripped the edge of his t-shirt, doing whatever you could to will yourself to not cry. “I..I’m sorry but…I-I had to..please, I swear I’ll ask next time but, please let me have this!” You completely broke down, sobs racking your body as you cried. He closed the laptop and set it down on the coffee table, walking over and holding you in his arms.

You didn’t even know why you were crying…guilt? Fear? But why…what did you do?

“…you know you shouldn’t go behind my back, it’s not fair to me. You know better…it was selfish of you, cruel…am I not enough for you?” You shook your head as you pulled away, “Yes! Yes you a-are and I’m sorry. I-I promise I’ll always listen, please! I’m sorry!” He smiled, If that’s what you’d like to call it, as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead. The tenderness gone in a second when his eyes turned to stone. “Fine…but you will never stay late or go out with anyone from work. You go there, and you come straight back here. Do you understand me?” You nodded as you sniffled, holding him tight against you.

That night seemed like a win, and at the time it seemed like it was fair. It made sense; he was doing it because he loved you obviously! Now, in the past 7 years he had yelled, thrown things, demeaned, and degraded you and made you feel completely worthless.

But he never put a harming hand on you, not once.

So it couldn’t have been abuse…he didn’t hurt you physically, he just didn’t understand that what he said had such a devastating effect on you …he didn’t understand the way he broke your heart in two…that’s all this was, a big misunderstanding. You were mixing things up, you were making this a big deal. This was your fault.

I mean…wasn’t it always?

Slipping on your new work shoes, you exited the apartment, shutting and locking the door behind you. Komori left for work about an hour before you did, so it was on you to lock the door and such.

After meeting your new boss and getting the necessary training you would need, you sat down at your new desk. You were an up and coming event coordinator for the Japan Volleyball Association. Oh yeah, that was why he let you take the job, because it was still connected to him. But it was a job nonetheless!

2 months had gone by, and the job was going great. You were making quick progress in your career, and your bosses had taken notice of you. The only downside was you didn’t see Komori as much…but as the days went by…it started to feel like less and less of a downside…things, “normal” things started to seem less and less normal, and increasingly…toxic.

Right now you were walking through the EJP stadium. Your boss had sent you down to the stadium to coordinate some practice games between EJP and some other teams.

You walked through the hallways, heels clacking on the linoleum floors. You were just about to enter the open elevator when “Oof-“ You winced as your bottom met the cold hard floors, “I’m so sorry, are you alright?” You lightly laughed as you nodded your head, opening your eyes to meet the slightly widened ones of Washio Tatsuki.

Clearing his throat, he offered his hand, you gratefully taking it and allowing him to help you up. “I’m fine, it’s my fault I should have been paying more attention…” You looked down as you knelt to the floor, scurrying to pick up the many papers that had scattered when you felt a presence beside you; noticing that he had kneeled beside you and was helping you gather the papers.

You felt like crying. Not only had you only talked to this man a handful of times, but you had bumped into him and inconvenienced him, and here he was picking up the papers you dropped. The gesture was so simple, and when you thought about it, pretty normal. But there was something so simple, so utterly kind that struck you right in the heart. This was how Komori used to treat you…this is what it was like for someone to do something nice for you..

There was no complaining, no expectation for something in return, just a kind smile as he gave you back your papers neatly stacked back together.

“I’m sorry, they’re probably out of order.” You shook your head as you swallowed, “I’m sure it’s fine…thank you, it’s nice to see you Washio” He nodded as he stood, you standing as well. “It’s been awhile, it’s nice to see you L/n. I was getting worried, I haven’t seen you in awhile.” You offered a small smile as you nodded. “Well…I just don’t go out much anymore…but uhm, I should get going.” He nodded, “It was nice to see you again. Oh, and the office you need is on the other side of the stadium.” You groaned as you dragged one of your hands down your face, sighing and muttering an ‘of course it is’ as you lightly laughed.

Washio offered a small smile, “I was headed that way, would you mind if I walked you there?” You blinked, You knew you should refuse, say you could find it by yourself. But he was being so…kind. So respectful…So much like what Komori used to be… You couldn’t refuse. “Not at all.”

You hadn’t done anything bad, you had run into him and he offered to help you find your destination. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the encounter, and when Washio asked for your number to be friends again, you gave it to him. There was nothing wrong with that either. Afterall, you used to be friends with him.

When Komori had started at EJP, your relationship hadn’t gotten so bad He often took you with him to social events and team things, and you had gotten along well with the middle blocker. It had been concerning to him when it was like all of a sudden you had dropped off the face of the earth, Komori always having a reason as to why though..

There really was nothing wrong with the encounter, or what followed.

But when you came home that night…things were not okay. As soon as you stepped foot in the house you could feel Komori’s glare slicing through you. You gripped the strap of your purse as you willed yourself not to break.

“What happened earlier with Washio?” Your eyes widened, how did he know..? “Answer me!” You flinched as his voice echoed off the apartment walls. “I ran into him a-and he helped me! That’s all! I swear!” He snarled as he walked towards you, you yelping as he tore your bag away from you, frantically searching for something. “Where is it?” “where is wha-“ “Your phone!” You took a step away from him.

“…why do you want to see my phone..?” He glared at you, “So I can delete his number.” Your eyes widened. No…he couldn’t do that…that’s not…it’s not fair.

You gulped as you clenched your fist, “….no..” One of his eyebrows lifted. “…no?” You looked to him with tears in your eyes, be it from fear or from pain was unknown. “No…you can’t look in m-my phone…you can’t- you can’t control me anymore…I am my own person, you don’t own me…It’s not my fault.” This wasn’t okay, the words, the thoughts, nothing about this was okay. And it had to end…Before he could so much as blink you spoke again “….goodbye Motoya..” Not bothering to grab your things (not like you had anything important there anyway) you turned around and headed back to your car (luckily your keys had been in one pocket, your phone in the other).

You got in your car, and you drove. Adrenaline coursing through your veins as you drove. You got 15 minutes before the tears started falling. 7 years…you had been with him for 7 years…and it was all gone.

You pulled into the parking lot of some random fast food place and pulled into one of the more secluded parking spots. You gasped for air as you continued to cry, all of the tension that’s been collecting inside of you releasing itself through your cries. Your phone started buzzing, and after wiping your eyes on your sleeve you checked to see the caller ID, quickly declining the call from ‘Toya<3’ before you blocked his number, deleting your social medias as you did that. You spent an hour in that parking lot, crying and reflecting, and as you did things started to make sense, and you started to see things about your relationship that you hadn’t.

For starters, it was not a good relationship. At all. He was manipulative and cruel, and controlling is an understatement. He made you feel like you were always at fault, like everything bad happened because of you. But that’s not true…you are more than that.

Sniffling and wiping your still damp eyes on your even damper sweater sleeve, you picked up your phone and called the one other person you could.

It was a gamble, and it would no doubt be weird, but something was telling you to make the call.

So, you scrolled through your short list of contacts and clicked on his.

*riiiiiing* *riiiiiing* *riii-* “Hello?” You sighed, “Hi, Uhm, this is L/n from earlier, *sniffle*, uh, I’m really sorry to call you, but um…could I stay with you? I know that sounds really weird and probably creepy but. *Sniff* Motoya and I Just broke up and- and I need to talk to someone and…and I need somewhere to go…” The other side of the line was quiet for a moment, “I’ll text you my address, please be safe, call me when you get here I’ll come down and get you.”

That was the moment you knew, Washio Tatsuki was someone you could rely on.

Which was good, because as of the moment he was the only one you could rely on.

You spent the night crying your eyes out on Washio’s shoulder as he did his best to comfort you. He wasn’t used to being peoples go-to guy for comfort, but he definitely wouldn’t turn anyone away, and especially not you. So, he listened when you needed to rant, gave advice when you asked for it, and soothingly rubbed your back when you started hiccupping from crying so hard.

You thanked him as you carefully sipped the cup of tea he had made you. Your eyes burned, slightly squinted as you gingerly sipped from the warm cup. You were exhausted; physically and emotionally drained, and heart broken. “..sorry…I’m a mess…” He shook his head, “Don’t be sorry, you have nothing to be sorry for.” You shakily set the cup down when you started to cry again, elbows resting in your lap as you clutched your face with your hands. Washio started to freak out a bit, he had spent the past 2 hours consoling you, did he really just make you cry again?!

“I-I’m sorry, it’s just,” You laughed, maybe a bit more from hysteria than humor but you laughed nonetheless. You sniffled and rubbed your eyes before looking up to him, smiling up at him. “It’s been so long since I heard that…thank you..thank you so much.” He smiled and handed you another tissue, you taking it and wiping the new tears that had fallen.

You spent the night in his guest room, and for the first time in who knows how long, you slept very well. Because for the first time in who knows how long, you felt safe. Washio made you feel safe.

Seeing as your work was close and you needed some time to get back on your feet, Washio offered to let you stay with him until you found a place of your own. And from there, you two got close. He was someone you could depend on. He was honest and steadfast, he never pinned his wrong doings on you and he was clear with his intentions. He never twisted your words or placed blame, he was so incredibly good to you, and you weren’t even dating.

Although…it wasn’t completely out of the question..

It had been six months since your break up with Komori, and you were still living with Washio. And after countless late-night conversations and several deep conversations, you decided you were ready to move on with your life, from your first love. You were ready to move on from Komori, and move on with Washio. So, you two started dating.

Your life had been going great, but there was this unmistakable feeling of doubt, of guilt eating away at you. No matter how far you pushed it away, no matter how much you ignored it, it was always there. But, you ignored it, or tried to. You had other things to think about!

Washio was an incredible boyfriend, he truly was. He was everything you could have ever asked for and more. He was more than you deserved…were you even good enough to call yourself his girlfriend?

You had gone to the store to get some groceries for dinner. You held the small list in your hand as you scanned the grocery aisle shelves, looking for the specific thing you needed. You jumped a bit when your hand bumped into someone else’s, someone who had been reaching for the same item.

You turned to apologize when you stilled. “Hey Y/n, it’s been while.” You swallowed and tried to smile, “Hello Motoya….” The aisle had been empty aside from the two of you, and you were feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

“So, Washio huh? He must treat you well.” You nodded, “yeah, he does.” Komori looked at you, that same dangerous glint in it. “He’s a great boyfriend I’m sure but…it’s too bad you can’t be a great girlfriend.”

You glared as you stopped yourself from hitting him. “Before you get all mad, look at the facts. You don’t deserve him because you’re not meant to be. Don’t you think he’s sick of taking care of you all the time? Don’t you think maybe he doesn’t want to deal with you? Well? Can you look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t think those things, I think you’ve forgotten, I know you.” He stepped closer and grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to him. Leaning down to where his mouth was right next to your ear he spoke in a low voice.

“..You’re mine, that’s how it is…you will never have anyone else because you don’t deserve anyone else, I am the only person who will ever love you, who ever can love you, you need to accept it.” He pulled away, a feeling of satisfaction running through him as he saw the walls begin to come crashing down inside of you. Watching each and every doubt that had been circling your mind slowly take control of your thoughts and rationality.

“Face it, you’re just not enough for him, I mean, c’mon Y/n. He’s a professional athlete that could have anyone, he’ll leave you someday…but I won’t. I’ll always be here, because I’ve always been there. I am home for you, and I know you know that. Don’t throw away 7 years, not after all we’ve been together, come back to me.”

You knew what you should do. You should scream, run out of the store and into Washio’s arms. Heck, you wanted to do that more than anything. But. He was right…Washio didn’t deserve that…he could do so, so much better, you were just wasting his time.

He shouldn’t have to put up with you…it’s not fair…was this all you did? Cause the people around you pain?

You wiped the tears that started to fall, “…fine…”

Komori Motoya was known to all as a kind and fun person, always there to support a friend and the life of the party.

But you knew better.

And you should’ve known better than to think you could get away, since you’ll always just come crawling back to him. You should’ve known better than to got to that grocery store alone. And as Washio spent the night alone, phone still where he dropped it after reading the text you sent, breaking up with him. He knew he never should’ve let you go alone.

But even if you knew better, if you knew what you were going back to, you couldn’t complain. This was on you after all.

I mean, wasn’t it always?

[inorganicone2230]

Divine Intervention (Part 5) Yandere!Erasermic x Fem!Reader

Part 4 Part 6

Summary: Sometimes a little divine intervention is necessary to take back the ones we love... weather they want it or not.

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, mentions of rape, kidnapping, forced poly relationship, emotional and mental manipulation, extreme non-con elements, possible trigger warnings, see tags below for more...

Side Note: I do not and never will condone the actions committed in this and future chapters, please be mindful and respectful of the fact that all of this is purely fiction.

You fought the urge to punch, kick and scream. Anything to get away from these lunatics, but you already knew it would do you little good. They were just too damn strong.

Hizashi let out an exasperated sigh and gave his other beloved an “I told you so” kind of look. “Do you see why I wanted to keep her from remembering Shou? I knew she was going to be stubborn and difficult.”

“Perhaps you did have a point. But it's moot now, she knows everything.” He did agree that giving you your medicine so soon may have been a bit rushed on his part. He was just so eager to have things go back to normal. He knew that little things would never be the same, your reincarnation meant you were not the same as before. You might look the same, sound the same, even have many of the same mannerisms, but you were still a new person, even with the addition of your old memories. Raised in a time far from the one they met you in, you had a new name, new hobbies and interests, new likes and dislikes.

They knew when you finally hit a certain age -18 or so- that they were going to have to make some changes for this new you. Changes like agreeing to call you by your current name and not your old one, they only called you by that name in the dreams so as not to tip you off. They got rid of all your old possessions -save for a few very special ones with sentimental value- and replaced everything over the last few years. They built rooms to suit your new interests, a library filled with books from all sorts of different genres, a kitchen stocked with foods you loved to cook with, gardens filled to bursting with all sorts of new flora and fauna, a TV room sporting all your favorite movies and shows. They made sure you would want for nothing in The Heavens here with them. So why?

“Why can't you simply allow yourself to be happy here with us (Y/N)? We would do anything, be anything, give anything for you to simply be content with us here. So why continue to make yourself and us miserable.” Shouta asked, and though Hizashi remained silent, he too wanted answers to these questions.

You felt like your head was put on an extra spin cycle in the dryer. They genuinely seemed like they had no idea why you were so upset. And you weren't sure if this revelation had you feeling more terrified of them or more angry at them.

At the moment, anger seemed to be your driving emotion.

“Do you two honestly have no fucking idea why I'm upset?! Are you fucking kidding me right now?! Are you?!”

You received no answer from them, but that was fine, you had plenty to say to them.

“You kidnapped me not once, but TWICE! Stole me away from everything I know and love, forced me to remember things I would rather forget! You claim to love me, to want to make me happy, but you never asked what I wanted, you just made that decision FOR me! You never treated me like a person, you treated me like a fucking pet!” You were screaming by this point and in their shock at your outburst, Hizashi had released you from his lap, and you scrambled to your feet.

“You robbed me of everything and gave me nothing! Nothing! And nothing can or will ever make me love you!” You took a deep breath and looked them both directly in the eye. “You may call this place my home, but all it will ever be is my prison, a silk lined cage. You may call yourselves my lovers, my husbands, but all you are or ever will be are my captors and jailers. MY RAPISTS!”

You stopped, breathing heavy and heart and head pounding from the absurdity of this entire situation, to look at them. You hoped against all hope that you might see a flicker of understanding in their eyes, something to show that maybe your cries of desperation had reached them. But all you saw was shock and anger reflected back at you.

Both stood at once in graceful motions, their posture rigid and stiff.

“Is that what you see us as?”

“W-what?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper as you backed up. You weren't sure what kind of reaction you were expecting, but this cold anger was certainly not it.

“You see us as your rapists?” Shouta spat the vile word like it was poison.

You spoke without thinking, “Of chores I do! I begged you night after night not to touch me! But you did it anyway! You forced your way inside my body and subjected me to all of your depravity no matter how many times I said no! It was the very definition of the word and just the thought of the two of you ever being inside me again makes my skin crawl!” You closed your eyes and shivered at the revolting thought.

Closing your eyes was a mistake though, because in an instant they were touching you again. Sandwiched between them, Hizashi at your front and Shouta at your back, fear and dread consumed you as you realized what was about to probably happen. Their words simply confirmed it.

“We are going to teach you how much we love you Sweetling, and teach you to love us in return. By the time this night is done, your going to be crazy about us.” Hizashi whispered into your ear, even as you shake your head.

“We never raped you Kitten. We would never do something so horrendous to you and I’m truly sorry if that is how you remember our joining. But, perhaps you do need to be reminded of just how amazing we can make you feel.” Shouta continued, punctuating the last bit with a firm grind to your ass.

“This would be a lot easier if she wasn't wriggling around so much Shou. Will you go grab something?”

You felt Shouta walk away from you and even without his considerable strength to keep you in place, you were still no match against the blonde. “NO! Let go of me! Please please don't do this!” Your pleas and cries went ignored and your tears were swept away by Hizashi’s eager tongue. He tried to calm you down with promises of how incredible this was going to be, but all it did was fuel your drive to escape.

Quicker than you would have preferred, Shouta’s heat returned to your back. “Can you keep her still for just a moment Zashi?”

Hizashi did as his lover requested and wrapped his arms more tightly around you while Shouta gently wrenched your arms behind your back. You felt him wrapping something soft and smooth around your wrists and forearms and tie them together, each wrist near the elbow of the opposite arm. When he was done you could flex your fingers, but that was the extent of what your arms were capable of.

“You look so good like this Kitten.” Shouta’s hoarse voice murmured into your hair, “I just know your going to love this, we’ll make you feel so good and cum so many times that you’ll never be able to think of this as anything close to rape.”

Hizashi shared the same sentiment as he gently grasped your hips in his large hands, “You'll see this for what it truly is. Sweet, perfect, passionate love making.”

“Never!” You spat at them, “You might be able to force yourselves on me and make me physically enjoy it but you can't force it on my mind. If you do this, I will never forgive you.”

You knew that it was inevitable, nothing could make them stop and nothing you did would help you escape from this disgusting act. But you would never give them the satisfaction of breaking you and making you submit to this warped fantasy they had of you loving them.

Hizashi smiled into the skin of your neck, “We'll see about that.”

“Yes, we'll see how well your resolve holds up when we're making your mind go blank in pleasure and ecstasy.” Shouta says and begins to use his inhuman strength to rip the robe your wearing apart. Soon, your left standing before them in nothing but your underwear.

You can't bring yourself to look at either of them as you keep your eyes shut tight and stand as still as possible. Even so, no matter how hard you try to imagine yourself being anywhere else, you can still feel their eyes roving over you. You can still feel the way they're pressed up to your front and back, the way they glide their fingers and tongues over bits of your flesh. It makes you sick!

“Your so beautiful! After all this time, your finally back with us.” Hizashi exclaims, his hand reaching to fondle one of your breasts and roll your nipple into a hardened peak. You actually have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from moaning.

“Perhaps we should take this over to the bed, hmm?” Shouta suggests. “After all, we may have done this in the past, but this new body of hers is still pure and untouched. She's a virgin again and I want to make this first time even better than the last.”

Something in you broke upon hearing this and an onslaught of tears suddenly spilled down your cheeks. In all the shock and confusion, the overflow of old memories and knowledge, you had forgotten this. You had never so much as had a long lasting relationship, let alone had sex with someone. And now, here you were, about to lose your innocence to the two men you hated most in the entire world… again.

You jerked away when you felt calloused fingertips attempting to wipe away your tears and gentle words spoken against your lips. “Please, do not cry Darling, we promise that there is nothing to fear. We know your scared of the pain that women experience during this first time, but we will make sure you never feel it. We will see to it that you never want for pleasure in our bed (Y/N). We swear it.”

You didn't bother trying to argue, it would have been a pointless endeavor. “Just hurry up and get this done and over with already.” The words were bitter on your tongue. The God of Life took that as his cue and swung you up, all to eagerly, into his strong arms and carried you over to the large bed to lay you down.

You heard moaning and the sound of rustling fabric, indicating that the two men were stripping. You remembered that they used to have a thing for making you watch them, they thought that seeing them touch, lick and fuck each other was a turn on for you. If your dreams were any indication, that hasn't changed. So you fall back into your old habit of closing your eyes and thinking of anything and everything under the sun that would help you tune them out.

All to soon however, the illusion was broken when you felt the bed shift and dip under their respective weights and one of them settles themselves on top of you.

You note without even opening your eyes, that it was Hizashi. His body was still just as hard and solid as Shouta’s, but leaner, with less definition to his muscles and fewer scars. Shouta, you remembered, was littered with them. Big and small, faded and prominent, they covered his entire body, crisscrossing over every well defined muscle he had. It sickens you that the old memories were still fresh enough in your mind for you to notice these things.

Your eyes flew open when you simultaneously felt their mouths on you, a shock-wave of pleasure chorusing through you at the suddenness of it. Shouta had taken to kissing you, nipping and sucking on your tightly sealed lips in a determined effort to get you to respond. Meanwhile, Hizashi slid lower down your body to work his own mouth over you breasts. He alternated between them, squeezing and pinching one in his hand while he sucked on the other, occasionally grazing your sensitive nipples with his teeth before licking the sting away.

The stimulation caused you to let out an involuntary gasp that had both of your tormentors drooling. The blond on top of you found the noise particularly gratifying, “It's been too long since I heard that sound.” His lazy, lust filled eyes leered at you with such hunger that it had you shaking. “Let's see what else we can do to make you sing. Do you have any ideas Shouta?”

The God of Death seemed to ponder that for a moment. A grin that showed far too many teeth spread across his face as his mind raced with thoughts of all the things that simple question brought to mind. “I do have something in mind. Though it will require the use of that little gift we made for her.” His eyes locked with yours and something in those dark orbs had your stomach clenching. “I'll return in a moment. Try not to miss me too much while I'm away.” He ran his thumb along your bottom lip and jerked back when you attempted to snap your teeth on the offending digit. “My feisty little kitten has some bite to her I see.”

“Don't worry, love. I’ll make sure she's occupied.” Hizashi replied to Shouta’s retreating back before diving back down to claim your lips that his lover had abandoned, the force of it causing you to shriek as his tongue easily slipped past your now parted lips.

You didn't respond to it, not even to bite like you had before. Another memory flashed in your mind, this one reminding you that the blond God liked a bit of pain with his foreplay. You decided that it was a satisfaction not worth giving into.

You were baffled when he suddenly pulled back, elated to not have his tongue shoved down your throat anymore, but still baffled. He was looking down at you like you were his salvation, a dreamy smile on his face. You would have had butterflies in your tummy if anyone else was looking at you like this, but coming from one of them, it just made you feel worse.

He reached up to cup your cheek in the palm of his hand despite your clear disdain, “I know you're in shock right now (Y/N), but in time you will see that all we want for you is the best. You will come to love us just as much as we love you, and with that love will come a peace and happiness that you could have only ever dreamed of finding with some unworthy mortal.” He peppered your face, your neck, your chest, any where his lips could reach with kisses. “Your days will be spent doing whatever your sweet little heart desires, and your nights will be spent basking in rapturous ecstasy.”

“You don't really believe that, do you? Don't make me laugh.” You clucked mockingly, “Whatever it is you end up doing to me tonight is just another motive to remind me how much I hate you both. It doesn't matter how many orgasms you force me to have, rape doesn't equal love! And that's all this will ever be to me.” You could clearly see how each word was starting to get under his skin.

To say Hizashi was miffed by your declaration would have been an understatement. He just couldn't understand why you were being like this. They were offering you a dream come true; unwavering love and loyalty, pleasure beyond your wildest imagination, wealth, power, and every material comfort known to man. And all they wanted in return was for you to love them as well, to worship them the way they worshiped you, to never leave them and long solely for their company and theirs alone. Was that really so much to ask for?

But he said none of this, still convinced that this first night back would be enough to change your mind. Surely a night with not one, but two lovers who had a single minded focus on bringing you the utmost in carnal gratification would be enough to sway even the most stubborn of minds. Yes! Not even you could withstand what they had planned for you!

He smiled and brought his lips to the spot just below your ear and gave it a hard suck that went straight to your cunt. “Just remember Sweetling,” He whispered hotly into your ear, “your the one that asked for this. We're going to have you begging for our cocks by the end of this and I for one certainly hope you got enough rest earlier, because it is going to be hours before you get anymore.”

No sooner had Hizashi finished speaking those words did Shouta come back into the room, still clad in only his loose fitting trousers and sporting a raging hard-on that matched the blonds currently pressed against your inner thigh. “I see the two of you kept yourselves busy while I was gone.”

“You found it?”

“Yes. This should work quite nicely for what I have in mind.” He replied smugly.

A movement from Shouta’s hand directed your attention to the object he held out for you to see. It was a choker. Simple in its design but no less pretty, made of soft and pliable brown leather with a small pink living lotus flower as it's only decoration, it looked thick enough that you guessed you wouldn't be able to break it off with your bare hands, and something else… It was faint, but upon closer inspection you saw markings etched into the leather, fine gold lines that looked more like chicken scratch then penmanship.

 “Can you sit her up for me Zashi? I know you are just as eager as me to get started.” He asked his other half who quickly removed himself from on top of you to hoist you up into a sitting position.

“What is that thing? Get it away from me!” Since your hands were still bound behind your back, all you could do was kick out your legs. But even that was difficult since you were still half leaning back on Hizashi.

“You'll see soon enough Kitten. Have some patients.” Shouta said as he got the choker -though to you it was more like a collar- around your neck, there was a sharp click! sound as the ends snapped together.

You tried to remain calm but inside you were a mess. What was with this thing? Were they going to use it to hurt you? What was it going to do?

“Shall we test it out my love? See how our craftsmanship fairs?”

“Do it Shou. I’m done waiting.” You heard the excitement in their voices and nothing they had done so far had terrified you more than this very moment as you waited. The grin he wore made The God of Death looked like the cat that got the cream.

“Kitten,” He said slowly, “I want you to relax… bite your bottom lip... and squeeze those pretty little thighs together for me.”

You were about to tell him where he could go shove it when, to your absolute horror and against your will, the collar pulsed with a strange heat, your body going slack and easing back against the hard chest behind you! You felt yourself bite down on your own lip and felt your thighs press together. The small friction to your still mildly aroused center brought on by this action had you letting out a small moan and you couldn't strain your muscles enough to even try and resist.

“Well, I would have to say our little present is a success. Now we can really enjoy ourselves.” Shouta wore a shit-eating grin and you assumed that Hizashi was no doubt sporting one as well.

It seemed that this development was the breaking point for what little restraint they had. Shouta’s hands shot out and gripped your upper arms to drag you to your knees. He took hold of your chin and lifted your face, his lust filled eyes darting back and forth between you and Hizashi who began laying kisses on the back of your neck.

You had just opened your mouth when you felt Hizashi’s hand clamp down on it, blocking any and all protests you may have had. Your forced silence didn't stop you from glaring at the deity in front of you with all the hate you could muster.

Hizashi could not stop the frustration from leaking out of his voice even if he tried. “Now Sweetling, I think that we have been more than tolerant of your attitude since you have been home, but we are done playing this game with you, here is what you are going to do.” You noted how he spoke to you as if you were an unruly child, as if you were throwing a simple tantrum.

“You will not fight us anymore tonight, you will allow us to please you however we see fit without complaint, and you will not speak nor make another sound tonight unless it is to voice your pleasure.” You felt that same pulsating heat from your torture device, and you actually felt all the fight leave your body and voice, your external fight was done for now, your collar would make sure of that unfortunately. 

The bastard actually had the nerve to smile into the crook of your neck as he felt your posture relax once again before continuing with his little lecture, “We have waited far too long for this moment and I refuse to let your unwillingness at accepting the truth ruin an otherwise perfect reunion between us. Now,” he set his satisfied gaze on his other beloved, “do you have anything to add, Shou?”

“Only one.” He quips and you wait to hear what humiliating and degrading thing he is going to force you to abide by. “I want to hear her voice her protest.”

 Both yours and Hizashi’s eyes shot up into your hairlines at hearing this, it certainly made no sense with all things considered. “Whatever for Shouta?”

“Because, I want to hear her cries of anger of turn to cries of passion. I want to hear her protests turn into pleas for more, to watch her face morph from one of disgust to that of a wanton bitch in heat while we fuck her. I want to make her beg for us to make love to her, to beg for our forgiveness after all she has put us through.” He paused mid rant, hair floating around his face, to lock his glowing red eyes with yours once more. “Do you hear me (Y/N), go ahead and voice your protests. It will all be worth it when you eventually break and accept it. When you finally, blessedly realize what we have known for over five thousand years.”

Slowly, the hand covering your mother moved away, and while you still couldn't make your body move to fight back, you did feel your voice return to you. “And what is that exactly?”

“That you are ours, now and always. You were ours the moment we first laid eyes on you, you were ours even when you breathed your last breath. And still, even now when you refuse to face the facts, you are still ours.” He was calmer now, all the frustration seemingly drained from him. “Ours to love, to protect, to mark, to claim forever. You will never escape us again my love, I can promise you that.”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves before speaking. “If that's the case, than go on, do your worst. Let's see how smug you both are when you realize that I still feel this way come morning.” And while you spoke the words with confidence, you couldn't stop feeling like you just signed a deal with two devils.

Well, here is another chapter! Sorry it took so long to get out, I’ve honestly never written any kind of non-con like this before and was a little uncertain if what I was writing was making sense, even with all the editing I did. So my work may not seem as cohesive as the previous chapters. I apologize for that if anyone notices,

There will probably only be one or two more chapters to this story, so hopefully it wont take me to long to get them out.

As always, thank you again to @jadepillar18 for the inspiration on this story and I hope you all enjoy the chapter!

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The Magic Is Gone

I have been an AirBnb host for almost six years and I've met amazing people through the platform. But because of changes in the company's policies, my relationship may be ending. To wit, I am about to post this on their site: (Please share if you feel it appropriate.)"I have been an AirBnb host since 2013. At that time, AirBnb (at least publicly) defined itself as a matching service for "hosts" with an extra room and "guests" looking for a personal stay. As with a dating site, both parties were required to submit profiles (school, work, interests, photographs) and there was no punishment if a host declined a guest because they felt the guest would not be a good fit. Guests expected to be housed not in a subway-tiled apartment with a digital keypad, a Keruig, and minimal with-host interaction, but in a child's former bedroom sharing a morning cuppa with a good-hearted guide to the neighborhood.As the company "matured," the "entrepreneurial" as opposed to "sharing" model lost out. AirBnb encouraged (though it demurred from saying so directly) hosts to buy properties expressly to rent them. The human connection was discounted and the “consistent experience” was encouraged. Someplace along the line, the profile requirement was eliminated and the algorithm started punishing hosts who refused to embrace Instant Booking. If a host has to cancel a reservation (except for a death, for which a certificate is required) not only are they shamed online, but also lose Superhost status for an entire year. If a host turns down a request, they are required to fill out a form saying why they did so, or may even be subject to an accusatory phone call from one of AirBnb’s live employees.Recently AirBnb initiated a policy of not releasing a guest’s photo until approved by a host. At this this point in the process, hosts are goaded into accepting all comers.In my opinion, these actions hurt hosts who bought into AirBnb’s original save-the-planet message—and I was one of them. I love hosting visitors, but I also know only a certain demographic will enjoy what I have to offer. I should be able to control who I invite into my house—with my belonging and valuables—and me. (I had one guest-from-hell who broke not only my clothes dryer but also several antique mementos, but AirBnb made the process of filing a claim so onerous, I let it slide.)A year ago, after a dearth of booking requests, I noticed that my listing—which has Superhost status and 73 5-star reviews--had been demoted to the second-last page of listings in my city. When I was able to get through to a live person at AirBnb I was given a vague answer about being unable to explain how the algorithm worked.And two last things: Taking a cue from the airlines, AirBnb now lets hosts fudge the prices on their listings by not taking “cleaning fees” and “service fees” into account until check out. I could play this game, too, but it’s cynical. In the world I want to believe in, what you see is what you get….no games: pricing transparency from the get go.Similarly, by encouraging off-site hosts into the market, AirBnb drives down the income of it's long-standing members. Of course this works in their favor. 3% of two $50 rents nets AirBnB the same profit as 3% of one $100 rent--plus they get the added kick (from guests) of two booking fees.It bums me that I may have to sever my relationship with AirBnb. Over the years I’ve met individuals who have become friends and colleagues. I’ve made a little extra income. I’ve enjoyed the experience. But in the way of all tech companies (it seems) idealism has given way to cover-your-ass profit-making. It breaks my heart." Get $20 off your first AirBnB stay.

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“SHE’S THE ONE WHO DID IT!” (5/9/19)

“She opens her mouth in wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.  She looks well to the ways of her household, and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and bless her; her husband also, and he praises her…” (Proverbs 31:26-28 NASB)

Most days I spend a majority of my time downstairs in the lower level of my home. I start out with writing the daily meditation and then, on most days, I make coffee and a cook up a light breakfast for my spouse and myself.   Since my study is adjacent to the laundry room and my wife is still working full-time plus serving as a volunteer in several community initiatives, I don’t mind doing the laundry.  I’m getting pretty good at it, evident by a reduction in of shrunken clothes that stayed in the dryer too long, as well as a void of kind expressed observations, spoken in “wife language:”   “Seems like these are getting smaller.”  Translation: “You are leaving them in the dryer too long!  Check your setting!”  I prefer the “wife language.”  On my daily agenda is the task of going to the grocery, taking a break to buy the dinner meal and some other kindly expressed requested items, submitted via “wife language.” Such requests do not mandate or order me to pick up anything.  I just get a kind reminder like, “We are almost out of dish detergent.”  Again, I admit that I like the “wife language;” the language that a Christian, considerate mate speaks!  Thank God I have one of those!

When repair or remodeling people are coming somewhere between an enormous window of time, “Between 9:00 a.m. and 1:00 p.m.”, which incidentally almost always ends up being the latter, I am the person who is available so I wait for them. If a grandchild is dropping something off, you guessed it, I am the one to wait for their arrival.  So, I asked two questions the other day at the dinner table, “How did all this stuff get done before I left the private sector?” “Who did all this PLUS took care of the children’s appointments when they were younger and we were both working?” “Wife language” spoke kindly again, without any criticizing comments at all, not a one: “I did.”  You notice there is no exclamation mark, right?  At the dinner table, I had a new appreciation for all she did in addition to her work.  In a state of awe and amazement, not a complaint came out of my mouth about what I do in the present days.  She still helps, but my commitment to continue carrying on my tasks was enlivened! I owe her some more thanks this morning!

Now move from my story to your life story.  Look back at how you used to take for granted the multiple things done by the woman in the house!  To be clear, when I say woman, I’m talking about the wife and the mother or mother figure in the home!  Do you know the expression that we use in church, referring to the goodness of God and His acts of compassion toward us?  Oh, yes you do!  We say, “If I had a thousand tongues, I could not thank Him enough for all He has done for me!”  We say that not realizing just how much He has done, seen and unseen for our benefit! Well, the same is true for the wife, mother, or mother figure in your life!  If you had a thousand tongues, you could not thank her enough!  The laundry – she did it!  The grocery shopping – she did it!  The giving of advice in a loving voice – she did it!  The sacrifices she made to help you in countless ways – she did it!  Hanging in there, putting her own problems aside as they never existed so she could deal with your problems – she did it!  Being, in most cases, the light of the world and the salt of the earth in your house – she did it!  Making big meals out of a few morsels – she did it!  Like I just said, if you had a thousand tongues, you could not thank her enough!  So, why wait until the Sunday designated as Mother’s Day to remember her with a spirit of gratitude if her soul is already at home with the Father, or if she is still in the land of the living, why wait to start thanking her for all she has done! You can’t thank her enough!  Don’t look for a fancy card!  Use a blank card or even a blank piece of paper to express your gratitude in a great way!  How great? To the extent that she can feel a great big hug from your words!

I’m done, but I have some helpful advice for some readers.  Since there are more female recipients than male recipients of these daily meditations, I suggest that you print this one out and say in “wife language” adding a smile instead of a smirk; a friendly face instead of a frown, “This was interesting reading today.  Take a look at it!”

“Honor (respect, obey, care for) your father and your mother, so that your days may be prolonged in the land the Lord your God gives you.” (Exodus 20:12 AMP)

Still committed to the climb,

Mark L. King

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Xiaomi India Offers Discounts in Exchange for Recycling Your Old Electronics

Xiaomi has introduced an e-waste management program called Mi India Product Take-Lower back & Recycling Software for u. S .. Because the call of the program shows, the enterprise will be taking non-operational electronic merchandise, no matter their emblem, for recycling Offers functions and, in exchange, offer them with Rs. a hundred discount coupons, which may be used at organization’s online shop at a minimum purchase of Rs. 1,000.

Notably, the recycling program is most effective mean for the End of Life merchandise and Xiaomi will no longer be offering repairs or replacements for the broken or faulty merchandise. “To behave responsibly in the direction of the surroundings, we’ve got pledged to recycle digital items, which includes mobiles, power banks, audio system, headphones, and many others. that are intended to be discarded as waste with the aid of the client,” the employer stated in a submit. Xiaomi said that e-waste control answers are currently offered with the aid of TES-AMM India.

Which will give up your product, you need to fill in employer’s online form after logging into your Mi account. After filling the form, Mi India’s authorized recycler will touch you within 7 days and the products could be accumulated within 15 days of raising the pickup request. Customers will not be charged any rate to get their merchandise recycled thru this program.

This can be seen as a very nice and an f6ba901c5019ebe39975adc2eb223bef step taken by the Chinese phone maker and we would love to inspire all our readers who own non-operational electronic merchandise to participate on this program and hand over their devices to the organization in preference to throwing them away in rubbish. E-waste is considered to be a severe problem around the world and it is ideal to look Xiaomi taking this responsibility in India

Why Electronics and Technology Are Important

  People today live in a world that relies greatly on electronics and gadgets to make our everyday activities easier and faster. Most of us could not fathom what life we be like without computers, cell phones, iPods, televisions, or electronic toys. Over the years, technology has continued to advance, improving the quality of life for people who use electronics and gadgets to make their lives more convenient.

When we wake up in the morning, we are often greeted by our alarm clocks. How many people would be late for work if they had to rely on their internal body clocks to wake them up at the same exact time every weekday morning? Once up and out of our bed some people may enjoy a cup of coffee or espresso from the convenience of their own kitchen coffee making appliance. Others may head to the bathroom to start getting ready for the day. This may include using a hair dryer or curlers to style their hair, or maybe an iron to de-wrinkle their clothes. All the while, people may be catching up on the day’s news by watching their local news station on television. All this use of technology and electronics and they haven’t even left for work yet!

The list goes on and on. The advancement of technology has allowed us to enjoy our favorite music while we exercise via the use of an MP3 player, warm our food in seconds with the convenience of microwaves, and even read our emails from anywhere in the world with the use of smart phones and laptops. This is just the tip of the iceberg. While most people understand that electronics and gadgets are important, they don’t take the time to really comprehend just how much we use this type of technology in all aspects of life. Certain electronics and equipment have made medical procedures easier, not to mention just plain possible. Life expectancies have increased with the advancement in technology and suffering has lessened due to the invention of medical equipment and technologies.

Whether it’s the coolest new GPS gadget to help you located and get to your favorite vacation destination along with every restaurant, store, and gas station in the area, or the newest sonar machine that can allow a doctor to see any possible development issues with a mother’s unborn baby, technology and electronics means more to us than we can realize. New products are developed every single day and the more people shop for fun gadgets and electronics, the easier and more fun life will become!

Cash For My Phone Revolution – The Expansion Of The Recycling Industry

  The recycling industry is the fastest growing industry in the world with millions of people getting employed in it almost every day. Electronics recycling among the recycling industry is growing at an even rapid pace. The industry has turned into an almost $20.6 billion industry and is growing rapidly. Not just this, the number of employees has also increased at a rapid pace from 6,000 to 45,000 within a span of 10 years. The phenomenon has transformed into an industry within a decade. There are several factors determining the rapid pace of development within the industry. The industry almost represents a revolution in movement.

Some of the Major Reasons for the Revolution

Even a decade back so many consumers used to ask- “how to get cash for my phone?”But now the system is known to all. With the development of recycling as an industry people have found several reasons to know more about it. The rapid growth of the industry depends on various factors. They are:

Growth of rapid consumption of electronic goods

Awareness brought by laws enforced

Various kinds of initiatives and programs relating to recycling

Investment in technology and equipment

All these factors have influenced the rise of recycling as an industry. Though many experts believe that there is enough room for growth within the industry and it has not yet reached its potential development. Over 2.4 million tons of electronic waste has been recycled last year in the world. But, almost around 2 million tons of e-waste is generated every year. Most of this is sent to the landfill thus contributing to the accumulation of e-waste. Also, a new side to this discovery is that, the majority of the waste is derived from the businesses; the corporate houses playing a major role in that. Surprisingly, only a quarter of the waste is generated by the residential consumers.

Formulating the Law for It

There are certain states where recycling has taken a huge turn while in others it has not been really successful. The reason is that people are enlightened in the states where it has taken off and on the contrary where people are not enlightened enough, the movement hasn’t taken off properly. Apart from the size of the state and the number of citizens, another important factor in determining the success of the movement is the law regulating the disposal of electronics. According to stringent laws in certain states, the manufacturer must take back the old existing gadgets and make them reusable. Under this program, consumers can recycle their items without charge.

These laws meet with success when millions of tons of computers, phones and laptops are collected for recycling. It just does not stop here; the goods must be made reusable too. Even 5 years back very few states had any laws regarding recycling promotion and protection. At the present times, the number has increased manifold and several states all around the world have appropriate laws regulating recycling.

Efforts Put by Environmental Groups

Even before governments formulated laws regarding recycling, there were environmental groups and non-profit organization which served the same purpose of enlightening people regarding the same. These groups took care of creating awareness among people not to end up in landfills. The landfills had become the breeding ground for toxic gases, wastes polluting the environment and natural resources. Some of these groups tied up with manufacturing companies to establish systems like picking up the e-waste for a minimal fee to deposit them at the recycling centers.

The amount of pounds or dollars received by these groups or companies influenced their small businesses a lot. Though many of the companies lost a good amount of money, some of them actually garnered profit. However, they expanded at a triple rate and hence their income enhanced. Profit comes with volume and it is not easy to make money in this market. However, people are making money and businesses are expanding within this industry. In fact, the scope for getting employment in this industry has increased with its expansion and people taking it seriously. Eventually, recycling has become a successful industry appointing and recruiting people from all walks of life. It is expected to reach its potential by the next decade.

Beware of Mystery Shopper Offers

    Frequently, people ask me how they can make some extra money and I’m always happy to share what I do with them. Some just need a few extra bucks to make it through the month and others are looking for life altering, job replacing type income. From the comfort of your home, the internet can be utilized to accomplish either of these tasks. All it takes is a little bit of searching and a bit researching to find legitimate opportunities. Once discovered, the application of ideas and lessons learned need to be implemented or they will be worthless to you.