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countrymusiclover · 4 months

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3 - Beginning the Profile

Part 4

My Genius Prince

Tag list - @the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf

BAU Plane

Everyone had gotten on the private plane after Garcia had managed to track the location of where the emails were sent from somewhere in Indiana. Rosalind had told me that her mother had moved them from there to Virginia after what happened between her and her father. “Reid, you have all the information I received on your girl in your folder. And everybody else that information is on your tablets.”

“So after reviewing the files with Garcia. I know that his weapon of control is a handgun she bought a year ago. She keeps it in her bedroom or the kitchen cabinet if she ever needed it.” I explained to my team members.

Emily and Morgan were sitting across from me where she pulled up a picture of Rosalind. She had her hair down in a braid in the picture that she had out to the public. “It says here that her parents are Amanda and Deacon Maxon. Mother moved her away after her father was arrested.”

“We need to add that her friend now knows she’s missing since she filed a report this morning when she didn’t answer her calls, texts.” Hotch says.

JJ sends a confused look. “Are we really jumping on a limb here over a friend not responding to a text in a timely fashion?”

“It’d be out of character for her to not give her an answer.” I interrupted remembering how close she is with Malia. “Rosalind considers her like a sister. Even when we were hanging out and she messaged her she would quickly message her back.”

Rossi made a face. “Then we definitely need to speak with this friend. Do you have her contact information, kid?”

“I only know her first name is Malia.” I answered him.

Garcia came back to the conversation. “Don’t you worry boy genius for I have the answer. Rosalind posted one picture on the internet tagging one girl named Malia Tames.”

“Wait, let's go back a second. You mentioned that her mother separated her from her father after he was arrested.” Morgan scanned his eyes over his tablet.

Emily glanced at him. “You’re saying that her father could be a connection to the unsub we’re looking for?”

“What I’m saying is what are the odds that her father isn’t the person who kidnapped her?” Morgan corrected her.

Hotch responded. “It was reported that he was arrested after trying to endanger her. It was also reported that he tried to touch her inappropriately at age six.”

“Garcia, tell us anything you can about Rosalind's father.” I told her

The bright blonde on the screen chimed in. “Will do genius boy.” She signed off where I sighed flipping through pages until I looked at my phone Lock Screen. I had changed it to a photo of me and her at the park in autumn a week from Halloween.

It was a cold autumn morning that we decided to walk in the park near my apartment. I walked beside her in a dark black suit with a red tie that I had worn to work sometimes. Rosalind was wearing a cameo green sweatshirt with ripped blue jeans and a pair of peach orange tenna shoes. “So I’ve been curiously thinking about this since you mentioned it. Why do you enjoy Halloween so much?”

“Ohhh. You really want to know why.” I asked her not expecting that type of question.

She loops her arm through mine so we were pressed up against each other instead of just walking side by side. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t wanna know, Spencie.”

“The cool thing about Halloween is that it’s a uniquely American holiday. I mean, despite its obvious origins in the celtic festival of Samhain and the Christian All Saints’ Day, it really is a melting pot of various immigrants traditions and beliefs. It became a little more commercialized in the 1950s with trick or treat, and today it rivals only Christmas in terms of popularity.” I rambled off without thinking about the question.

Rosalind stared at me giggling out her previous question again. “That’s an interesting fact. But I asked, "Why do you like it so much?”

“Sorry…I’d say because you can be anyone you want. You can be the most popular person or your favorite character if you want and it’s the one time a year nobody judges you for it.” I responded to her where she paused our walk leading me over to an empty park bench.

We sat down together before she said another word. She put her hand in mine that was closest to her. “Hey Spencer, I think you need to know that you are the right guy for me. You don’t have to change anything for me.”

“I wish I’d met you when I was younger, Roz.” I smiled, squeezing her hand in mine.

She tucked hair behind her ear that fell in her view. “I agree with that. Hey how about we do this. Whenever we have something come to our mind we immediately just say it instead of keeping it to ourselves like most couples do?”

“You consider us a couple?” I blinked through some tears not expecting to hear that.

Rosalind scooted closer, moving her hand up to my forearm. “Of course I do. Unless you don’t feel the same way.” She dropped her gaze and I saw her get nervous at the idea.

Holding my hands up in front of me I did my best to reassure the beautiful girl sitting in front of me. “Rosalind, are you kidding me. You’re signal handily the most beautiful girl I have seen and I really like being around you. I just…I haven’t really ever had a relationship with a girl before.”

“That’s a relief, Spencer. Let’s do it this way, repeat after me.” She raised her right hand but only stuck her pinky out and I followed her action. She looped her pinky through mine. “Spencer Walter Reid, will you be my boyfriend?”

I chuckled, grinning brightly. “Yes.”

She pressed on not un looping our pinkies yet. “Okay you’re turn.”

“Rosalind Ella Maxon, will you be my girlfriend?” I asked her, staring longingly into those bright green eyes she had.

She nodded her head yes excitedly with her verbal response. “Absolutely.”

“Why is your middle name Ella like Cinderella?” I asked her once we removed our pinkies from one another and just sat in some silence watching the leaves fall from the trees around us.

Rosalind laughed, smiling. “Funny you should say that. My father said that he originally wanted to name me Cinderella since I looked so much like her. But my mother liked the name Rosalind better so they settled on Ella being my middle name.”

“Ella is short for Cinderella.” I put the pieces together in my head.

She reached into her pocket, taking out her phone and getting close to my side once more. She gave me the phone telling me to take the picture. “Here we should have the same background now. That way even when we’re away from each other some part of us will be there with each other.”

“That’s a good idea, Rosalind.” I nodded in agreement holding the phone up like she showed me snapping our picture with me having my other arm over her shoulder. She had laid her head on the crook of my neck and we shared the same goofy grin ... .I'd give anything to be back in that moment.

Rosalind’s pov

I couldn’t tell how long we had been in this cabin for. I couldn’t tell whether it was day or night outside since the windows had been covered up. It could have been days, weeks or maybe hours and I still had no clue. My father just sat across from me at this wooden table he had decorated with teacups and some bits of food. “You really should eat or drink something honey.”

“I’ll do that after you untie me or show me that I am not here as some kind of prisoner.” I told him seeing that he hadn’t untied me from the chair I found myself in when I regained consciousness.

He gets up, handing me the cup that had water in it. He sat back down, sending me a look. “You’re gonna put the dress on and then we are recreating the day she took me away from you.” He pulls out a knife cutting the ropes.

I took the long blue dress from his hands, slipping the fabric over my head. “Do you have the shoes with it too?” I questioned him where he held them up to me.

“I’ve been told Prince Charming must always be prepared…May I?” He replied where I nodded, kicking off my shoes. He bent down, slipping the left silver shoe on first then switched and did the same for my right foot. “There you go.”

“Thank you…urgh!” I paused briefly before kicking him in between his legs where he collapsed onto the ground in agonizing pain.

Giving myself the chance I snatched the handgun that he had laid on the table beside me. Frantically looking around the room I saw a set of stairs where I began running up them. Yet when I almost got away he grabbed me by the back of my hair, yanking me down to the ground. “I have been nothing but nice to you and this is how you treat me after all these years!” My father held the knife to my throat. He moved one hand around my throat, choking me a little.

“Mom was right that you need help!” I grunted trying to kick him again but he cut me across the stomach with the blade. I winced when he held the blade against my throat again.

He removed the blade off of my throat giving me the chance to breathe. He turned his back to me so I snatched the gun hitting him in the leg when I slowly pulled the trigger making me jump at the sound. “You little bitch!” My father held his bleeding leg stumbling toward me where we got in a fight on the floor trying to either hold onto or grab the weapon. He got close to getting it from me but I kicked him in the rib and hit him over the head with the gun. Scrambling to my feet I gulped gripping the gun and pushing my way through the door.

Getting outside I saw the truck in the driveway. I grunted seeing blood on my forehead in the mirror. Finding the keys in the engine I grunted driving off, not sure where I was heading. Touching the screen in the car I typed into maps the nearest hospital. “Please…please stay awake.” I struggled to keep my eyes open driving as fast as possible but when I got on the interstate ramp my eyes fell heavily and I turned the car towards the wall and stopped blacking out.

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sixty-silver-wishes · 7 months

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having a lot of international friends and looking through old discord dms with them is wild because it’s like

- “lol look at this meme”

- “haha it’s so funny how our first languages have similar quirks”

- “can I open up to you about this issue that’s been bothering me?”

- “let’s work out a time that works for both of us to chat since we live in different time zones”

- “HOW ARE YOU STILL AWAKE”

- “wow, talking about the weather is actually really cool when people live in different climates”

- “look at these cool pictures I took on vacation”

- “can you help me translate this?”

- “dang; that sucks. I wish I could fly over to comfort you in person right now”

- “lol I made cookies and wanted to ask if you wanted any, and then I remembered you live across an ocean from me”

- “isn’t it crazy how technology lets us communicate instantly from so far away, and we use it to send memes and stupid stuff”

- “we should meet up one day; I’ll show you around”

- “your connection is cutting out; lemme pause the movie”

- “wait isn’t it like 2 am where you live”

- “I can’t believe we have messages from like five years ago; wow”

- “I just read the news about what happened in your country; are you okay? I don’t completely understand the situation but I’m here if you need me; don’t feel pressured to respond but I just want to know that you’re safe”

- “hey; I know this meme is old and I sent it to you before, but it still makes me think of you”

- “I drew you a picture since I wanted to get you a gift, but I can’t mail anything to your country”

- “don’t worry about your grammar/pronunciation/accent; you speak my first language really well! but if you want, we can try to talk in your language too; I’ve been practicing”

- “what’s going on in your country? the news is saying lots of different things and I don’t know what to believe”

- “we’ll be okay. we’ll get through this”

- “omg look at this funny post”

- “thanks for being here. you’re a really good friend. I wish we could meet in person”

- “the weather where you live is WHAT”

- “you’re probably asleep right now, but I just read the news again, so when you see this, I just want to know if you’re doing all right”

- “omg your pets are so cute”

- “today is a holiday for you, right? how was it?”

- “wow; those pictures you sent are so pretty”

- “look at this stupid cat gif”

- “read the news again; are you doing okay?”

#rambles #international friends

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mebiselfandi · 1 year

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TW: bullying.

I found a bunch of backed up selfies from when I was younger on my google drive and it’s just so strange looking back at old pictures of myself. Cause it’s like as someone who was (heavily) bullied and sent death threats for my looks, I was expecting to find pictures of some grotesque looking overweight 10 year old. But instead I looked normal. Like I wasn’t stunningly drop dead gorgeous or anything but I looked like just any other kid. In fact I wasn’t even chubby. And it’s like I spent a whole hour looking at these grainy selfies I’d taken where I was intensely posing and sucking in my stomach and I’m just thinking the whole time ‘that’s not me’. It was even a miracle I took those selfies at all.

But anyways it’s so sad to see how much people’s words can affect someone because I never took pictures or let myself be photographed cause in my head I kept thinking to myself wow I look absolutely horrible. So now I have practically no photos from middle school except the ones my mum would force me to take on holiday. It’s like I was in this body dysmorphia haze for 10 years straight and now that I’m older it’s so strange looking back and immediately thinking ‘why do I look so small?’

Idrk where I’m going with this tbh but I guess I’m just saying that if anyone ever tells you look ugly, they’re lying. You look perfectly okay:)

Some people are just shitty but it reflects absolutely nothing about you. Try to ignore them if you can and take as many pictures of your life as you can. With your friends, your family, your classmates. Because one day you’ll look back and realize you’re never gonna relive those moments again.

#not really a vent piece cause I’m not sad or anything #more like retrospective thoughts #meb.txt

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holdinbacksecrets · 1 year

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WAIT YOU ASKED WHAT COLOR MY CATS ARE!! cordelia is grey! all grey, she looks like a pretty dark grey storm cloud and she has such a gentle meow. she’s pretty vocal and when i go outside, she comes to greet me then throws herself at my feet, rubbing herself against the floor. the sweetest cat. she’s 4 years old, i adopted her last year!

honey is a black/greenish tabby. she’s small, the shelter said she’s 9 pounds. she’s not very vocal and more so expresses her wants and needs through staring at me. i have one of those shoe organizers behind my door, except i keep her treats and some of my snacks there. i can’t even stand by the door without her running to me and then just sitting.. staring.. waiting for a treat. she loves treats and her cat tree, and also the pillow next to mine so that’s hers now. she also purrs whenever i show her the slightest bit of affection. one pet and her little motor starts running. i love her.

overall i think svt’s cat lover line would approve of both.

i penpal too!! it’s such a fun hobby, sadly mail is moving super slow because of the holidays. :( i’m not sure if you’ve heard of this but there’s this thing(sorry, idk what to call it either😭) where you send your penpal part of a story, they write some to add to it, and it gets sent back and forth between you two until the story is complete. i’ve always wanted to try it out!!

if you ever decide to come off anon, i want cat pictures immediately 😭😭😭

a pretty, dark grey storm cloud ahhh head in hands. cordelia, you’re an angel 🫶🫶🫶

GREENISH??! GREENISH 😖😖😖🫠🫠🫠😩😩 ahh she sounds so cute. both of your cats sound like complete sweethearts. i love that she just stares when she wants something. same lol. “her little motor starts running” ajeuwuqiorjrjd

fuck yes they would!!

i would be so down for that! my friend and i did that in middle school but over text lol. it was so fun. letters add something extra special though. more time/effort…? then the whole act of sending it and then awaiting one back. so sweet

#s talks #🐥 anon

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minvrse · 3 months

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ㅤ ♡ ͟ ׂ ㅤ2.23𝖠𝖬, l. minho

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍… 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌.

𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌. non idol au, idiots in love (minho is the idiot bcs reader is throwing signals like crazy, but he's blind lmao), childhood friends, fluff, skinship. ⸻ ( 1 . 4 𝗄 )

𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾. was supposed to go up on my old blog but I decided to post it here lmao. hope u enjoy this fluffy piece ‹𝟹 + 𝗆.𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

FROM: YOU | TO: MINHO [2.32 am] hey, did you get home already? [2.32 am] i’m hungry [2.32 am] up for a late night kbbq at our usual place? [2.33 am] i’m paying ‹𝟹 [2.33 am] no pressure tho ‹/𝟹

A soft smile rises to Minho’s lips when he fishes his phone out of his back pocket and sees your name pop up on his previously dark screen. He taps on it with his thumb, his heart swelling at the sight of his lockscreen—a candid picture of the two of you asleep, cuddled up on his parent's couch with Soonie, Doongie, and Dori on your laps. His mom had sneakily taken it a few weeks back on Christmas Eve, since, last year, it was your family's turn to spend the holidays at his childhood home.

Alternating between both of your homes whenever the holidays came around had become a tradition ever since your parents befriended his only a few months after moving nextdoor, years ago. He could still clearly remember how shy and soft-spoken you were the first time you and your family came around, how eager you were to help set up the table to make a good impression on his parents, how you timidly came up to him sitting on the couch after dinner to ask if you could play with the cat he’d brought home from the streets only a few days ago—and how was he supposed to refuse your big eyes and adorable smile?

And though years have passed since that day, your pouty lip and those wide, glossy pupils of yours are still his biggest weaknesses to this day. Ask him to bring the moon to you with this combo, and he’ll find a way to do exactly that.

FROM: YOU | TO: MINHO [2.34 am] PHOTO ATTACHMENT

His tired eyes try to focus on the picture you sent him, and his heart does a flip in his chest when he does. It’s a photo of your beautiful face—pouty bottom lip and all.

He internally coos at it, saving it in his gallery (moving it into its designed folder) as he holds onto one of the poles of the half-empty metro with his other hand. He’s pretty sure that if any of the students from his dance studio saw him right now—all giddy and giggly and fond of someone—they wouldn’t recognise him at all. He’s known as this cold, unreachable, mysterious, but kind mentor who rarely lets anyone inside his close circle of friends; the one that gets bashful only when you call, text, or surprise visit him during work hours.

More times than he can count, his students asked him if the two of you were dating, be they older or younger ones, and the question never fails to make him blush—because, damn, he wishes that were the case.

Minho’s so in love with you, with every single aspect of you, with your voice and personality and features, with all of your strengths and flaws, because they make you… well, you. And sometimes, he’d daydream about finally having the guts to confess to you, but the fear of scaring you away holds him back—he’d rather try to ignore his feelings and preserve your current relationship instead of trying to change it and losing you.

And though he is so tired, so exhausted he just wants to go home and pass out on his bed until noon, but he wouldn’t pass up on the chance of spending time with you for the world. That’s why it takes mere seconds for him to type out and send you his response.

FROM: MINHO | TO: YOU [2.35 am] want me to pick you up?

The familiar ping informing him that he finally reached his final station, the one only a few feet from his apartment, reverberates in the metro car, and he quickly walks out of it as soon as the doors open. And as he walks up the stairs leading to the exit of the building, he can barely hold back the wide smile forming on his lips at the thought of seeing you soon.

His phone vibrates in his pocket once more, and he is quick to take it out.

FROM: YOU | TO: MINHO [2.37 am] uhm, actually… [2.37 am] i’m outside the metro station in front of your building rn, sooooo

Your texts make him quicken his pace towards the exit—and surely, there you are: sitting on a bench under a bright streetlight, eyes set on the phone in your lap, and hands wrapped around a paper takeout coffee cup. He can see the steam coming out of the small opening of the lid as he approaches.

His breath is always taken away whenever he sees you. You’re just… so ethereal in his eyes.

The light snow falling from the dark sky, the already settled one covering everything around you, the warm light almost seeming to reflect on your perfectly white coat (the one he gifted you this Christmas), the way you meet eyes and show him the most beautiful of smiles—you could tell him you were an angel, and he would believe you. No questions asked.

“Hi.” is what he murmurs once he stands in front of you, and he melts when you look up at him from the bench with the softest of looks, bathed in the soft light shining above you. His gloved fingers reach out to brush away the few snowflakes settled on your head, making you quietly laugh before getting up from your seat.

“Hi.” you reply, handing him the cup from your hands before swiftly taking something from your bag. The delicate peck you place on his red, hot cheek makes his skin visibly burn with shyness, though he tries to cover it by chuckling once you start unexpectedly wrapping a warm, fluffy scarf around his neck. He can feel his whole being warm up at your sweet gesture, as well as taking up the chance to admire your features from a closer point of view.

He studies your furrowed eyebrows, your concentrated gaze, the tip of your tongue peeking out of your lips before you accidentally meet eyes, and he looks away in embarrassment. He misses the way the corners of your lips tug up in a knowing smile.

A few more moments of comfortable silence pass, until you let out a satisfied hum before starting to speak—or rather, scold him, with that cute pout on your lips, “Here. You really have to start wearing scarves when you go out; it’s too cold to walk around without one, mainly at night. You’ll get sick, and then guess who'll go out with me in the middle of the night to stuff our faces with delicious food? Let me tell you—no one.”

He barely registers your words, eyes too enthralled in staring at the way your lips move, ears too engrossed in basking in the sound of your voice; but still, he gets the gist of it, and nods. “I will. Thank you.” he breathes, taking a sip of the coffee he’s holding.

You furrow your eyebrows, and snatch the cup away from his hands with an annoyed tisk. His signature smirk makes its way on his face at your pissed off frown, though it dies down when he sees you slot your lips on the lid exactly where his were. Knowing you're indirectly tasting his lips makes him shiver.

But before Minho impulsively decides to press his lips to yours (before he gives in to his desires and lets you taste his directly), he’s quick to lean down to take your bag from the wooden bench and throw it over his shoulder. You press another peck on his cheek as a thank you when he stands back straight, flustering him further.

Minho clears his throat, “Shall we?”

You vehemently nod, linking your arm with his before starting to walk in the direction of the kbbq place. “Mhm, I’m starving!” you pout, leaning your head on his shoulder as you match his pace.

His heart pounds faster at the warmth radiating off of you, the exhaustion he previously felt in his bones completely dissipated by now. And as he intently listens to you talk about your day, he pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth in a poor attempt to conceal his growing grin.

He really is down bad for you—astronomically so. And he’s forever glad it’s you who he fell in love with. Now, he just needs to find the courage to confess to you before it’s too late.

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ketso · 1 year

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Episode 33

I am at Bassie’s place. Yoh, her and Keith are at war EVERY DAY! We try to keep them apart because Bassie blames Keith for everything and she kicks him out every day, telling him that she wants her child back. Keith is determined that he’s not going back to Noria and that he loves Bassie. I honestly have no advice for either of them.

I left my kids with my mom and Meme back home. Apparently, Mmaletuka is out on bail. She begs my mom every day to get me to drop the charges. She lives in Maja Perre at our mom’s house with her kids. She keeps saying that if anything happens to her, I won’t even take her kids. And she’s right. Now she’s saying what am I expecting her to do and where will her kids go if she goes to prison. I’m still thinking about dropping the charges. I haven’t made up my mind.

There was a meeting with Mahali and her family. It happened in Dithabeng. Apparently, the meeting was to address her behaviour towards me and my entry into the Mothipa family. After the meeting she went back home. I wasn’t in the meeting, but MmaKB was. Thabang just told me that Mahali was sent back with her parents. She has to be back home for six months learning all about her duties in this marriage and family. When she returns after six months, she must return with one of the lobola cows that were paid for her by the Mothipa family. So she’s temporarily out of the picture. I wonder what she will be like when she’s back in action because that one… ay!

MmaKB decided to take her kids on a holiday away for about two weeks, so Thabang went with them. I just got back to work and to my life, so I’m here to support my friend alone. Which I don’t mind. MmaKB has been really cool with me, so there’s no need for me to feel threatened by her going on holiday with her husband.

At the moment, I’m able to work remotely because the queen has been kicked out of the royal house. So, she just works from anywhere… with her strict instructions of me not working for the king’s second wife under any circumstances – the very second wife who now also lives in that royal house as mofomahadi has been kicked out – I also work from anywhere.

Wandi comes in the morning and leaves in the evening. Tamia too. I’m the one who sleeps over with Bassie, holding her hand through this nightmare of a situation. I briefed Thabang telephonically while reporting that I’d be in South Africa for a bit. He also believes that this is insane.

I’m making the bed now. I’ve showered and I prepared breakfast because Bassie and Keith both need to eat. They are just so mad at each other that they don’t want to do anything really.

I phoned my kids in the morning before they dashed out for school. I miss them so much. They love my mom so much. I think she spoils them a lot. I left my car with her so she can get around and do school runs, her shopping etc. I give her money - enough to keep her away from performing her profession in front of my kids or in my house. I know she gives some money to Mmaletuka as well. Meme told me. I thought I’d be angry about it, but I’m actually cool with it. There’s something about being a mother and grandmother that humanises my mom. It’s beautiful. She must just keep Mmaletuka far away from me.

My phone rings. It’s Thabang. I sit on top of the bed then answer the phone.

“Hey baby”, me.

“Love, how are you?”

“Ke shup. How’s Cape Town?” I ask him. He and MmaKB took the kids there.

“It’s good. The kids love it here and Mmakabelo is enjoying everything about it. She has a lot of spa appointments though. I think this was a holiday for me to look after the kids more than anything”, he says.

One thing about MmaKB is that she’s very strategic. Maybe she just noticed that Thabang is not spending enough time with his kids anymore, so she planned this for that to happen. She’s just that person.

“Well, I hope you are having fun too.” I say.

“I’m trying. I really am. But I’m worried about you and whatever is happening there with Bassie and Keith.”

“Eish Thabang, it’s bad. Wandi’s mom and Senzi’s family are trying their best. But this Noria woman is always a few steps ahead of us. They managed to find the hospital that Risuna was at. Somehow he was moved. We don’t know if it was to another hospital or what. But the hospital at least told us that Risuna was recovering very well. He was in good shape to be discharged. She’s not at her house. She not at any family member’s house. It’s like she vanished and she vanished with the baby. She keeps saying that she wants Keith back. If Bassie returns her husband, then she will return Bassie’s child.”

“So why doesn’t Keith set a trap for her?”

“How so?”

“He must say that he’s ready to go back to her. Then when the exchange happens where Keith goes to her and Bassie gets her child back, Bassie gets Noria arrested for kidnapping.” He says.

“That’s actually not a bad idea, watsiba. I’ll actually chat to Keith and propose this. Yena le Bassie are water and oil right now. It’s as if they are not on the same team. But then again, I can’t imagine what it’s like to have a missing child. There’s nothing normal about what’s happening.”

“I hear you. Let me know if there’s anything that I can do, babe.”

“Thank you, babe. Enjoy Cape Town, okay?”

“Shup. Keep me updated.”

“I will.”

“I love you, msadi waka… oratuwa waka.”

“I love you too, moratuwa waka.”

We hang up.

I get into the kitchen. Keith and Bassie are here, eating, sitting opposite each other and not saying anything to each other.

“Good morning”, I greet them.

“How are you doing?” Keith.

“Ke shup, thanks.” Me.

“Wandi and her mother are on their way. They have news for us.” Bassie tells me.

I nod my head.

I sit down and wait for them. Maybe I’ll make my suggestion once I’ve heard what they have to say.

“Can I make you guys some coffee? I’m making myself a cup.” I offer.

“Thank you, that would be nice”, Keith.

His brothers walk in with their mother. So, I guess I’ll make for everyone.

They are greeting each other and chatting as I prepare the coffee.

After a few minutes, I’m serving everyone coffee.

Keith’s brothers have also helped themselves to breakfast.

Mzala walks into the kitchen. She and Bassie’s mother have also been sleeping here. The tension between Bassie’s mother and Keith’s mother is just unmatched.

It’s bad! Now I’m not even sure what to do with myself.

“Wandi is here with her mom. I’m opening the gate and letting them in”, Bassie says.

We are all now keen for these news.

I hold Bassie’s shoulder. I really hope it’s good news. I hope they are not here to tell us that the baby is dead.

Wandi enters first…

Then Tamia…

Then Wandi’s mom with Risuna in her arms.

“Mama!” He yells.

He has a little cast on his left arm.

Bassie is still crying, shaking even. Keith is the one who stands up and makes his way to Wandi’s mom. Before he takes Risuna, he hugs Wandi’s mom. He’s also crying.

“Hello fana. Hello boy boy”, mzala is the one who takes Risuna from Wandi’s mom’s arms.

“Zala… hi”, Risuna says.

Mzala takes Risuna to Bassie. Bassie just holds her baby dear to her heart and she cries. Risuna is just confused but very relaxed.

Keith gets to Bassie. He holds both of them.

“I think we should give them space. Keith, when you are ready, let me know. You and Noria need to talk. I told her you’ll talk on condition that I’m there. She’s currently in hiding. I know where she is. You and Bassie will decide if you want to press charges or talk to her. I’ll take the lead from you.” Wandi’s mom.

“I want her arrested”, Bassie. I actually agree with her.

“What does she want to talk about?” Keith.

“You are welcome to go to the prison and ask her. I want that lunatic arrested and away from my child and me. Mama-Wandi, please… I want her arrested.” Bassie.

I’m on my way back to the kingdom now. I’m driving my BMW X5 that Thabang bought for me as a wedding gift. It’s a black X5. I’ll phone Bassie when I get to the kingdom. Right now, I just miss my kids.

The drive is long and I’m alone. I would’ve flew here, but everything just happened so quickly and I felt like the plane wouldn’t have got me here quickly enough. Thabang was worried when I told him that I was driving alone. But he was relieved when I phoned him to tell him that I had arrived safely.

I phoned him again when I was leaving Bassie’s house. He went on and on about how I need to stop doing such drives alone. I told him that I’d phone him when I got to Tholoana Kingdom.

I actually had a good time at my mother-in-law’s place. She’s such a cool chick. I didn’t do any hard labour chores, but I had to attend council meetings with her as well as “tree court”. This is where the community comes forward to report issues like theft of cattle, cheating husbands, drunk husbands, pregnant side-chicks… the idea of the tree court is to possibly get the royal house to assist with matters at a “home” level instead of getting police involved. Thabang’s mother is a qualified customary lawyer, so this is her territory. She taught me a lot about polygamous marriages and what the role of each wife is.

I also spent time with Pebetsi. Pebetsi is also married into a polygamous marriage. She’s a lot like Mahali in her marriage. The things she complains about show that she wasn’t ready for this. I don’t know why she forced herself into such a marriage. It’s not for everyone. She gets away with a lot because she’s from a royal family. She comes across as if she uses that to hold over her husband and his other wives. She comes home all the time. She says it’s because her husband annoys her in the decisions that he makes. I don’t understand, really. Her mother shakes her head at her all the time. Sometimes, the mother chases her back to her own house and husband. Sometimes, she’s just defeated. I’ve also met le tona (the chief) and his other wives. He’s a nice man, shame. But some of those wives scare me a bit. They all seem like they give as much shit as they take.

Thabang did indeed come every weekend to see me and spend time with me. It was nice. We really became closer than what we were. Some weekends, he came with my kids. I’m so grateful. But he was also nagging me to move out of my house and into a house in the suburbs. I really love my house. It’s the first house I got - all by myself. My kids love it there too. I understand that he isn’t a township kind of guy, but I really really love my place. My mom said she’d stay there. But I know deep down that she will bring up Mmaletuka and her kids to live with her. My issue with that is that I will stop supporting her if she does that. Then I know that they’ll continue with their business to make a living. In the township, they will get beaten up by the locals. Tholoana Kingdom townships don’t play those games. Anything nje that looks like it will take them to hell - especially when performed by people who are not hard-core criminals - they will deal with you. And I really don’t ever want Mmaletuka’s kids to become my problem. Ever.

So if I move, I’ll sell my house. Mama and Mmaletuka can just stay in Maja Perre. But Thabang and I will discuss further when he is back.

I get home just after 9pm. I just want to catch my kiddies before they go to bed. I just want to kiss their cute little lips and give them big hugs. I’ll just text Thabang afterwards. He might be deep within sex with MmaKB then my call ruins it all. Mahali gave me a very stern warning, so I’m very aware now.

I get into the house and I see my mom having tea with Mmaletuka. Ja neh, I’m being tested. They just see it on my face, and Mmaletuka’s smile tells me that this is exactly what she wanted to happen. I’m definitely selling this place should I decide to move to another house.

“And then?” I enquire, looking at my mother.

“Mmaletuka asked me to look after her children while she goes to Johannesburg for some work.” My mom tells me.

“Mmaletuka is out on bail, she’s not allowed to leave the country. I’ll report her myself. I haven’t dropped the charges”, I say.

“Bathung ngwana oe!” My mom.

“And Mmaletuka is not welcome in my house”, I say.

“Mama is my mother too. Your kids are not the only kids she has to look after. She also has to look after mine.” Mmaletuka says.

“Not in my house, she doesn’t. You know what, mama… thank you for looking after my kids. Truly, thank you. But moving forward, I’ll get a nanny for my kids so they can help me. The last thing I ever want again is to run into Mmaletuka in a space that’s supposed to be my peace. Ke kopa le tsamaye”, I say.

“Morafe! Keng ka wena?! Ke ausi wahao motho oe!” My mom yells.

“Why didn’t you tell her that when she was burning my bed and my wedding dresses?!”

“The wedding dresses again?! Akere you got new ones and got married?” Mom.

“It cost me money! Money that she will never afford to even pay me back. She had no right to burn anything that didn’t belong to her. That’s why she is looking at possible jail time. I’m not the only person who sees that what she did was wrong. The law sees it too!”

“What do you want from me, Morafe?! An apology?! Fine! I’m sorry, Morafe!” Mmaletuka.

“I don’t want your stupid apology! I want you to take your kids and get the fuck out of my house!” I say.

“Ke tle le ko mme waka!” She says.

“Then take mme wahao o tsamaye le yena!” Me.

“And go where?! At this time?!”

“So, you came to my house without any plan to leave? You were just going to sleep in my house knowing perfectly well that you are not welcome here?!”

“Morafe, ausi waka, please… I’m begging you. I have no one. I have nothing. I need your help. Please. Don’t do this! You know you can afford to help me. Please help me.” She says to me.

“You want to talk to me about being alone, having no one and having nothing?! I left at the age of eighteen, running off to another country to start off what you see me have today… this which you believe I got just because I married Thabang. Akere in your eyes, I did nothing to receive this?! I was alone. I had no one. I had nothing. I made a plan. I’m a woman. I made a plan. And I landed. I had two children, and I was ducking and diving from a crazy abusive man’s punches, rape and attempted murder stints… when I ran away from him, I was alone with my two kids. I’m sure you could afford to help me then, but you didn’t. You had to focus on your kids and yourself. I’ve never held that against you. Ever! And wena, Mmaletuka, you said I lied akere? You said I lied on that man because I wanted Thabang, and I caused his unnecessary death. Those were your words to me. So Mmaletuka, you’ll be fine. You’ll land on your feet, and you’ll make a plan. You are a woman. There’s nothing that I have that you don’t - spoiled by mama and all. You’ll be fine. Now please, leave my house. And Mme, when you leave with your daughter and grandchildren, please leave my car in my garage. If you even try to take it, I’ll report it stolen. We all know Mmaletuka can’t afford another charge added to her record. Goodnight!”

With this, I leave my kitchen.

…

Today has been a crazy day. My kids have too much energy for me. I took them to Robbin Island with their mother. I don’t think they quite understood what was happening there. But hey, they are kids. The youngest of the four got motion sickness on the boat - right there with me. So, we came back to the hotel and just needed to sleep it off. I gave Mmakabelo some sex after dinner. Now they are all asleep and I’m still up, unable to sleep now because Morafe hasn’t let me know that she’s okay. It’s unlike her. She didn’t even send me a text. It’s almost midnight. Maybe, let me phone her.

I dial her number. Her phone is off. Now I’m panicking.

I dial Meme’s number. I didn’t want to phone her. But I’m worried about my wife.

“Hi Abuti Thabang”, she answers her phone.

“Meme, hi. I’m so sorry to phone you so late.” I say.

“It’s okay. I’m studying.” She says.

“I’m looking for Morafe. Her phone is off. She told me she was driving back to the kingdom. She hasn’t phoned me to let me know she’s home.” I say.

“She’s home. Eish Abuti Thabang, she had a fight with mama and Mmaletuka. She wasn’t okay when she went to lock herself up in the bedroom. Maybe she forgot.”

I should’ve known.

“Mmaletuka is there?” I ask.

“She was. Morafe kicked her out and told mama to follow her”, she tells me.

“Please give Morafe the phone?” I politely ask her.

“Okay please hold on”, she says.

I hear her walking somewhere. Then she knocks on the door. I hear her walk in then she and Morafe have a brief conversation.

“Hello?” Morafe answers the phone.

“Baby, hey”, I say.

“Hey baby. Why are you up so late?” She asks me.

“I was waiting for you. I was worried. Why is your phone off?”

“I didn’t realise. I’m sorry, babe. It’s just been a long day.”

“I understand. Will everything be okay with Mmaletuka, baby?”

She starts crying.

“Love?” Me.

“I don’t want to hate my sister, Thabang. I don’t want to hate my flesh and blood. I don’t understand why I feel the things that I feel towards her.” She says through her crying.

I understand what she means. Pebetsi irritates me a lot, but I could never hate her. I can’t imagine what it would be like if I hated any of my siblings.

“I don’t know how to un-feel my resentment towards her. I can’t even live with her children. What type of person am I, Thabang? What am I teaching my kids?”

“Morafe, calm down. Please, my love. Calm down.”

I hear her breathing.

I wish I could drive to her then calm her down right now. Eish.

“Baby, we are going to fix this.” I say.

“The only way to fix this is if you put Mmaletuka and I in one room, lock it, then let us box each other out until we get over our issues”, she says.

I laugh.

She laughs.

“I miss you”, she says.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What do you miss?”

“I miss you coming to bed topless, only covering your essential tools with those tight black briefs that you wear. I just see your package nicely put away, waiting for me to unwrap it like a sweet. It excites me like a teenager when I already see you walk towards me. I already imagine your body holding me, handling me… showing me why you’ve chosen to make me a woman amongst women.”

I’m honestly already hard.

I slide my hand down, holding my penis. I’ve never had to jerk off right after having sex. Morafe is torturing me.

“What are you wearing?” I ask her.

“A lacy piece I just bought while I was in South Africa. I’m trying to excite my man. I’m trying it out right now. It’s a royal purple one piece… it has diamonds around my boob area… it’s lacy everywhere… it’s designed to be ripped off so a man can get to business.” She says.

Okay, I’m weak! I’m already rubbing my dick.

“Baby, I’m hard. You are killing me. I can barely breathe.” I tell her.

“I have my finger inside a place only your penis enters baby. I’m so wet. It’s been a long two weeks. I don’t know what to do with myself”, she says.

“Baby… I’m sorry.” I say.

She starts moaning.

My God!

She moans.

I moan.

I cum in my hand as her moans get higher and heavier. I also release quite a groan when cum shoots out of my penis.

She’s breathing heavily. I breathe heavily.

“When I see you…” I say.

“I’ll take care of you… in the kitchen, the TV room and the bedroom of whichever house you’d like us to buy together”, she says.

Now this has made my day.

“Seriously babe?” I say in excitement.

“Yeah. I’ll move. I’ll sell the house now. I’ll use the money from the sale as well as my housing benefit from the royal house… I should be able to help you get us something nice. I really want to help.” She says.

“You know I want to gift it to you, right? I gift my wives their houses and cars, baby. You are all equal.” I remind her.

“T, I’m not your other wives. I’m not. I want us to have our own relationship. I’m not using your marriage to them as a benchmark for my own marriage. You and I are partners. Ke motho wa hao, Thabang. Not your first born. Please let me help you buy our home”, me.

“What am I going to do with you?” Me.

She laughs and says, “What did you think you would do with me when you wanted me all those years ago?”

I laugh aloud.

“Go to sleep, my love.” She says.

“Sleep tight. I love you”, me.

“I love you, baby.” Her.

We hang up.

Now what am I going to do with myself for the rest of the night until the sun comes up?

I’m waking up on a couch. I guess I passed out on here. My kids are up and are running wild.

“Good morning, Mothipa”, Mmakabelo says to me.

“Dumelang. How did everyone sleep?” Me.

“Fine”, the kids say, one by one.

“We are all showered up and packed. I packed for you too. You just need to shower then we dash out to the airport. Our flight is in three hours. Please get ready. We will have breakfast at the airport.” Mmakabelo says.

I nod my head then make my way to the shower.

I quickly shower then dress up in the clothes she’s set out for me. I can’t wait to see Morafe. That’s where I’m sleeping tonight.

By the time I’m done with everything, we are pulling our stuff out to the hired H1 that’s waiting to take us to the airport.

Our breakfast at the airport is nice. My kids chatted my ear off. Mmakabelo laughed the whole time. This time away with them was great. I wanted to take my kids with Mahali with us on this trip, but Mmakabelo just wanted her kids on the trip. My kids with Mahali are staying with my mom while Mahali is away.

We are in the aeroplane now. I’m sitting with Mmakabelo. The kids are sitting in front of us, using the two rows in front of us.

“I spoke to Mahali. I went to her home to check up on her.” Mmakabelo tells me.

This is one thing I appreciate about her. She shows up for her role in this marriage. All the time!

“How is she?” I ask.

“She’s angry. Very angry.” She tells me.

“So, no progress?”

“Let’s just say that if we didn’t send her away, you and Morafe would be in danger. But it’s only month two. I’m sure by month four, the anger will have tired her out. She will come back relaxed.”

“Thank you for handling this, Mme Mothipa.” I say.

“Anything for our family, Mothipa. I was thinking…” she says.

“Yes?”

“Morafe lives with her kids until she comes back. We are a family. She’s a mother to all the kids you have - just like Mahali and me. That would show her doing her role in the family as well. Then some time this month, all the kids need a play date AND Morafe and I need a long and overdue date together. We need it.”

“I’ll talk to her”, I say.

“Ah ah, Mothipa. That’s not how this works. You can bend the rules all you want to protect Morafe, but not with me. Mama had her for a full month… I’m sure she’s ready to handle your first wife. I sent Mahali home for six months so the two of you could have peace in building your marriage. Now, I talk to her about the kids as well as me and her getting to know each other a little better. Let me do my bit.” She says.

I just smile at her.

She giggles.

“Trust me, Mothipa… you’ll also get to see who she is not just to you, but to the family. She can hate Mahali all she wants. But the kids are yours too. She loves you, she loves your kids too… just like you love hers. This will be a minor test of her intentions… is she here just to fuck you? Or is she here for all that you are about? It’s not like she doesn’t know that you have other wives and kids.” She says.

I don’t want to test Morafe. I know she’s here for me. But I’ll let Mmakabelo do this. It’s her role here anyway.

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joyfuldeepend · 2 years

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Shattered Pieces

Shattered picture frames, shattered hope, shattered peace, shattered dreams & my shattered heart. My mantra these days is that loving deeply means grieving deeply and it keeps me from regretting the choice to love and give myself fully to my call and my dreams.

In a nutshell the last month-ish has been full of trauma, police reports and navigating difficult things for my home. The cliff note version is it started with breaking up a fight of about 15 people who tried to jump one of the girls outside my door. Then escalating to multiple weekends of running away, people trying to break down my door, sneaking boys in (oh the stories I could tell), violating safety house rules on multiple levels and then what I didn’t think would ever happen…the process of removal.

One thing about me is that I’m rarely afraid in any surrounding. For the first time I’m dealing with fear of my surroundings and even being in my home. As each kick on the door sounded, with the glass still shattered and strewn about on the floor (from the destruction exit) my panic became deeper. I was locked in and no more safer than from the outside. The girl I love is no longer there as the lies/destructions woo became too much for her not to succumb to their lure.

Two weeks later and I still cry randomly, bring them up in conversation like they’re still here and work to rebuild what’s left behind. I honestly didn’t think my life would ever be without K, given the option, and I’m still in shock that all that remains are pictures of our time together and the memories held in my shattered heart.

I told my therapist I hate being sad and I’m ready for next…but I’m not. I’m not ok…and I hate that. I still go to work every day, I still make food, go grocery shopping, read and I still daily check my phone to see if they’ve called. I’ve closed my home till after the holidays, as I know the wisest thing to do is to make sure I’m good again before inviting children in. It’s hard to be “selfish” and not help in fostering when I know the need is great. The opportunity to reevaluate and pivot is here and so I get to use this season to do just that. It’s not how I planned to spend the holidays, however it is what’s happening.

I said recently that something came alive in me as a foster parent that now feels aimless. Someone reminded me that it’s still alive and just has the opportunity to find a new muscle and outlet. This experience is increasing my love muscle and expanding my capacity. I’m grateful for my church and my community that literally held me when I collapsed in grief as I tried to walk into church, sat with me while I waited multiple times for the police, sent me food and reminded me that this isn’t the end and it’s ok to stand up for myself too.

So here I sit in my home…alone. The house is quiet and the streets continue their noises and I often wonder if it’s the girls. My home feels empty, but this weekend I’m starting the process to reclaim the peace and safety within it. Twice in the last month someone has tried to knock down my door to bring harm and be lying if I said I wasn’t still jumpy…but I’ll keep moving. My physical barricades are down, the space being rearranged, the glass cleaned up (as I keep finding it) and my home getting “righted” (at least in the physical portion). This weekend I reset and prepare for how I will do battle back to “even” as I dig through the grief, the fear, the panic and the uncertainty. To be clear I do not regret my decision to be a single foster mom, to take K in (and the others that came along) and love her deeply and even with this “ending” I wouldn’t trade a thing. Cause I got to see how God can love me, no matter how many times I eff up and still show grace in boundaries…cause that’s what I got to do for 11 months. So here’s to the now, the new and the next all a product of what has been. Thanks for cheering me on friends and for diving in the joyful deepend!

#mylife #tumblr #blog #joyfuldeepend #blogpost #myloves #createwhatyoucrave #dowhatisrightnotwhatiseasy #vulnerability #fostercareflow #ThisisTheNow #ShatteredPeace

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rightwhereyou1eftme · 2 years

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1-50 if you’re bored

buckle up, y'all

who is/are your comfort character(s)? does bo burnham in inside count?

lighter or matches? lighter for smoking, matches for fires

do you leave the window open at night? if it’s below 18 and not snowing yet haha

which cryptyd being do you believe in? i’ve honestly never thought about it

what color are your eyes? brown

why did you do that? trauma

hair-ties or scrunchies? CLAW CLIPS

how many water bottles are in your room right now? i am in a monogamous relationship with my yeti

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee? cold but hot like december-february because canada

would you slaughter the rich? hell yeah we eatin’ bezos or musk first

favorite extracurricular activity? the sims 100%

what kind of day is it? rainy and cozy (as opposed to rainy and sad)

when was the last time you ate? lmao uhhhhhh *tw* like 28-30 hours ago?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains? YES

are you a parent? (all answers qualify) the exhale that just came out of me. angel parent

can you drive? like yeah but 🤷‍♀️

are you farsighted or nearsighted? nearsighted

what hair products do you use? like for every day, the ordinary shampoo and conditioner, alternating with African black soap for the shampoo, Moroccanoil, and i just got ouai’s finishing crème but i've only tried it once

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails? sure! ☺️

do you say soda or pop? both? idk i've never thought about it

something you’ve kept since childhood? nail polish my granny gave me, i wear it on special occasions like my convocation

what type of person are you? infp

how do you feel about chilly weather? i am at my peak when it’s between like -10 and 15

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing? jumping

perfume/body spray or lotion? perfume (ile d’amour💕) and unscented lotion

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times? u mean trauma flashbacks?

about how many hours of sleep did you get? 6-7

do you wear a mask? i’m fully vaxxed so i'm comfy without, but if most others in a public/social setting are wearing them or if i know someone is more comfortable if others wear them, i have zero problem wearing one

how do you like your shower water? i like some good pressure and as hot as i can stand

is there dishes in your room? i have a plate, two bowls, and my water bottle, which is honestly not bad lmao

what type of music keeps you grounded? the faves, Mac Miller and Taylor Swift

do you have a favorite towel? all my towels are the same

the last adventure you’ve been on? this is giving teenager lmao

is there a song you know every word to by heart? i probably know a hundred albums by heart

what’s your timezone? ADT

how many times have you changed your url? i haven’t changed since i started this tumblr but i was ourights-ourwrongs for like a decade before i deleted it

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years? my friends ryan and sam ❤️❤️

a soap bar that smells good? i’m not a bar girlie

do you use lip balm? hell yeah

did you have any snacks today? nah

how do you take your coffee? iced coffee with hazelnut or cappuccino

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site? tiktok

what’s your take on spicy foods? Mexican and Indian food are two of my faves so i’m ok w them

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it? yours truly lmao

can you remember what happened yesterday? most of it

favorite holiday film? idc the last few years srry

what was the last message you sent? i sent a tiktok to my sister of a mom making her kid swear on a picture of Dolly Parton that they were telling the truth

when did you first try an alcohol beverage? 17

can you skip rocks? occasionally

can i tag you in random stuff? if we’re mutuals yeah

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yoongsisbae · 2 years

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XxXmas Stream with V | KTH

Stuck in Quarantine for the Holidays you decide to use this opportunity to hold a special X-Rated X-Mas cam show. You wanted to treat your friends and family to really nice Christmas presents this year, and Santa’s not paying your bills! So you’re going to have to be a little naughty. V has been a good boy (so you think) so you give him extra attention this holiday.

Yandere!Taehyung x camgirl!reader feat yandere!Yoongi

Sorry for the delay, I tried to make this a text fanfic to continue my ‘trying new writing styles’ series, but...it was a disaster :'). Holy moly I never knew how complicated making those fake group messages were?! Authors who make those kind of fanfics I have a newfound appreciation for your stories!!!

Warnings: yandere story!! Lots of Tae's POV so it gets intense and creepy fast o.O unhealthy obsession, reader manipulation, sharing nudes without consent, voyeur, masturbation, sex toys, stalking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia

Word count: 2k

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BROADCASTING: 3…

Beep. Turn off the music? Or, shit, keep it on? No.

…2…

Beep. The Christmas lights feel hot against your legs.

…1…

Beep. It won’t burn, right? Does this look stupid?

○ LIVE

You feel stupid. The Christmas lights click together as you shift into position.

[V has entered the chat room.]

“Hey V.”

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5 HOURS UNTIL SHOWTIME

Ugh.

You gave up on decorating cookies. You take an angry bite out of the still-warm-cookie-blob, the store-bought sugary dough had transformed from cute raw cut-outs into massive cloud-like figures instead. ‘Oh well,’ you were the only person who was going to eat them anyways, you think, dipping cookie-blob-man into the accompanying premade white icing tub.

What the fuck is cheerful about being stuck inside alone during the holidays?!

Your groceries sit on your stovetop because you’re too annoyed to put them away yet.

What the hell is merry about eating a Christmas meal for one, alone, in your tiny ass apartment, away from your family and friends on Christmas day!?

At least you didn’t have to work during the holiday rush hours…mainly because your hours had been cut down to zero. Hmph.

But you didn’t care, you were making a killing, more than twice as much as you used to make before the pandemic, even after all the overtime and holiday pay, with the added bonus of not having to deal with entitled screaming customers taking out the stress of their lives on you.

Your new customers had a very different kind of entitlement now, transactional favors meant your time and body were theirs, if only for a few hours every night. But you didn’t care, you couldn’t afford to care, and now, with Christmas just around the corner, and the opportunity to be able to buy your friends and family really nice gifts this year...you know, the kind of gifts that make them go, “Wow!” Maybe shed a grateful tear, appreciate you as their daughter. Maybe return the favor next holiday... Well, you didn’t see the harm in indulging your new patrons a bit more this season.

Logging into House of Cards, you search through your mailbox, now full of new messages. Sweet offers for ‘alone time,’ donations disguised as Christmas presents, well wishes and dick pics.

‘Special xXx-Mas Stream tonight for one lucky follower!’

You type the announcement out, pinning it to the top of your message board, making sure to attach your donation link, the most important part.

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4 HOURS UNTIL SHOWTIME

Taehyung checks the time and notices messages from Jungkook. Earlier in the day he had sent pictures, he had promised the younger man screenshots, lovely pictures of white and lace and spread legs. Looks like Jungkook was no longer preoccupied with the images.

fuck. please more

new Dahlia live, but only one viewer

who do you think will get it?

Taehyung texts back, ‘I’m going to win it don’t worry :)’

Jungkook responds in string of texts

good luck. Min is obsessed

do you think she will wear red tonight?

she hasn't answered my messages yet :(

Jin told me she has private sessions with him!!! he’ll probably win this one too!

‘Not this time,’ Taehyung thinks, and let’s Jungkook know his plan.

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Taehyung sends the man in question a simple text: ‘pull your bid’

Fuck off?

Taehyung takes a deep breath, composing his next message: ‘Or I could just outbid you :) I have all the transaction logs pulled up’

Your point? So do I

Taehyung can't believe it; That asshole! What he is doing is totally off limits!

‘ugh Min, just let me have her for tonight’ ‘you really want to spend all day in a bidding war?’ ‘I will win’ ‘and I’ll make sure to outbid you by a dollar :)’

Taehyung's cell finally lights up with a notification.

We’ll see....

‘What if a promise to send you screenshots??’

Yeah, sure. Merry Christmas, asshole.

Taehyung knew Yoongi would fold, he just knew it! That egotistical prick thinks he has the site's top streamer wrapped around his finger, it makes him too indifferent about you. Does Yoongi even know anything about you?

Taehyung knows you, he listens to your grievances when you talk about your friends and family, he's compiled a list of descriptions every time you mention someone, getting closer and closer to seeing the full picture of your life, what goes past the boxed-in screen your pretty body fits into. Taehyung sees past your act, he studies the way you pause and look to the side right before you tell a little white lie, he knows when you wake up and when you go to sleep, tracking the times you're most active on the site.

Does Yoongi know the songs you like to hum to fill the awkward silence? Your favorite drinks, the ones you reach for when your throat is dry? Taehyung can even tell when your orgasms are fake, rewatching your streams for hours, edging his body to your soft moans. Taehyung might not be your number one donator, but he's getting there, and he wouldn't treat your precious attention so carelessly like Yoongi, never! Which makes tonight so important.

Taehyung makes a quick call to Jin.

“Hey, I need a favor.”

“You already owe me for your last favor,” Jin clears his throat, with the unspoken promise to collect.

“Oh! Did you convince Hobi to give you the CC database?”

“I'm working on it, these things take time, stop being so impatient.”

“Anyways, can you come up with some way to distract our Engineer? I made a deal with him to stay logged off tonight, but I don’t trust him.”

“Just lock his account?” he offers.

“It would be too obvious it was me” he frowns. “I just need him distracted enough not to change his mind.”

“Alright alright,” Jin smiles, “You're going to owe me big time.” Taehyung agrees with him hurriedly, blinded by his excitement, unaware of how much debt he's racking up with the eldest, who despite his aloof demeanor, expects retribution when the time comes, and will make sure he gets it.

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3 HOURS UNTIL SHOWTIME

Floating in warm soapy water, soaking skin in calming lavender. You felt much better now. The relaxing bath had calmed you down, loosened your tense muscles, washed away your anger with cute bubbles.

It had become a nice routine of self care before streams. It helped with your nerves, allowed you to feel your best, your sexiest. It was a definite contrast to the cold showers you took afterwards, where you washed the lube and sweat off your spent body, hurriedly removing the evidence of your debauchery.

Reaching for your cell you check the website, answering new messages.

Suga: work is stressful, remembering last night is the only thing that's keeping me sane

Dahlia: last night was fun. don't want to do it again?

You noticed Suga never commented on your announcement or donated, and he always donated.

Suga: can't tonight, I am so busy

Dahlia: too busy even for me?

Suga: I always have time for you, baby. Tell me what you're doing.

You lean against the tub's edge, take a photo to send to Suga.

Suga: baby Suga: baby Suga: what are you doing to me Suga: how am I supposed to concentrate now

Falling your body back into the water, you can't help but giggle. You know you shouldn't, but you wonder what he was like in person. He clearly had a lot of money for someone who was so down to earth. Speaking of money, a ding from your phone alerts you of a sizable payment to your account.

Suga: what about a quick one right now?

You think it over. Two streams in one day, well, there's a first time for everything. And you're feeling extra naughty.

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Propping your phone at the foot of your tub, Suga gets a screen full of tits, soapy and wet, bubbles obscuring the rest of your body as your seductive voice fills his speakers.

“I was thinking about what you said last night, about living life with no regrets.”

Suga: So will you accept my House invite? So I can finally meet you in person, I promise you won't regret it

Your coy laughter rings through as you splash around, moving your body away just enough to show your inviting lips to Suga, smiling seductively. “I’m thinking about it, is all.”

Yoongi leans back on his chair, his hands cupped under his chin and listens to the soft splashing of water, your fingers slipping over your wet skin and the perfect curves of your breasts, and he thinks about how one day it will be him touching you instead. Yoongi knows eventually you will say yes, he knows you're willing to do anything to keep your viewers happy.

He just has to push a little bit more, make you feel guilty for rejecting his offer so many times, do you not want to make him the happiest man in the world? After all he’s given you? He just has to make you think he's getting tired of you, you're no longer as desirable as you once were, if you can't keep the attention of your biggest fan, how can you keep anyone's attention? You’ll do it, Yoongi knows. You’ll do it to make him happy, to boost your ego, to silence your insecurities. Everyone goes to The House eventually, everyone. But right now, Yoongi just wants to watch you fall apart in front of his eyes, your soft wet body moaning out for him

Suga: and all I’m thinking about is you Suga: turn around, let me see more of your beautiful body

You follow his orders, you bend over when he tells you to, squeeze your tits, suck on your fingers, fuck your fingers into yourself with your legs propped up on either side of your tub, moan louder for him, swipe your thumb over your clit. You imagine it's a handsome stranger using his fingers to bring you to orgasm instead.

And when you come, pulsing around your digits, and realize the water is now cold and you're all alone, it's Suga's words that makes you feel better.

Suga: I don’t ever regret a moment with you, Sweet Dahlia. If you were here with me, I’d give you everything.

2 HOURS UNTIL SHOWTIME

Taehyung sorts through job tickets, he's come a long way as the website's webmaster. Now he has scripts for his scripts and Taehyung can do whatever he pleases while his coding does the job for him. He has so much free time now, too much free time. He devotes himself to you instead. Hyperfixates on you for hours. Two more hours to go.

And then he sees what he's been waiting for, a message from you inviting him to your xXx-mas stream.

V: I'm so happy, wow I never expected this!

Dahlia: see you tonight, V ;)

You were happy too. You liked V. He was pleasant to talk to compared to most. He was friendly and sweet, and he was very generous.

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1 HOUR UNTIL SHOWTIME

You rushed around your apartment, dismantling your tiny Christmas tree like a real scrooge, pulling off the string lights wrapped around. This was a bit gimmicky, but you figured V would like it, he always wanted to dress you up. You didn't mind doing it (as long as he paid for it) and some of the costumes he picked out were cute even if they were sometimes a bit too frilly and lacey for your liking.

But it's almost Christmas! So, time to get into the Christmas spirit!

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RECORDING

“Hey V.”

Taehyung licks his drying lips, your image filling the black screen on his computer. The string lights wrap around your legs and stomach like ropes, giving V all sorts of depraved ideas, his cock already painfully hard, he immediately starts stroking himself to the sight of you.

V: Hey Dahlia V: You look beautiful as always V: A present just for me tonight

“I'm all yours tonight.” Widening your legs, the lights dig into your thighs and Taehyung watches transfixed. So excited, it's easy for Taehyung to let his desires take over his mind, that when you run your tongue over the tip of your vibrator, he can almost feel the warm wetness of your tongue lick over the head of his weeping cock too.

He imagines your mouth hallowing out over his cock instead, lips stretching over and down his length, sucking him into your mouth. You would make that exact noise choking on his length, except louder. That noise, fuck he wants to hear it again and again as he rams his cock down your pretty throat.

He wants to make you so sore you can't speak for days, only so he can take care of you. Then he would fuck you as hard as he could just to hear your raspy whispers cry out every time he fucks you full-

You drag the vibrator to your core, stretching your panties to the side, letting it slip along your wet folds.

“Tell me what you want, V”

V: take your panties off, let me see all of you

Dammit, you didn't think this light thing through! The string lights hinder your movements and make it so you can't remove your undergarments. Thrown off, you look at the camera dumbly.

V: rip them off

Your core tightens. You've never done anything like that or had it done to you, and now you wish for the second time today that you weren't doing this alone. You sacrifice the lace thong at V's request, your arousal heightened.

V: open your legs wider, in the air, I want to see your legs shake V: higher, be a good girl, don't let them drop V: now, turn on the vibrator, put it to your clit

You jolt, gasping. The string lights jingle softly as your breathing escalates and body begins to shake. Biting your bottom lip, head falling back, the ding of V's messages snaps you back into your body.

V: Oh baby girl, you didn't cum already, did you? V: put it inside and cum again

Taehyung adds lotion to his hand, gripping his cock tighter, watching proudly as you convulse, a pained expression on your face in your overstimulation. If only you were here, fuck if you were riding his dick instead...

Taehyung snaps his hips up at the thought, letting his cock slip across his fingers. He imagines filling your pussy up instead, your body bouncing on his cock, his large hands squeezing your thighs so tight the string lights crack in his grip. You wail his name, tears leaving your eyes at how deep his hits up into you. He can see you, feel you, hear you, his pretty baby doll riding him-

“I'm s-so c-close,” you stutter, body tensing, your tired legs still haven't dropped. You lean back.

V: pull the vibrator out, finish yourself with your fingers.

You whimper, wishing you had the electric toy to make yourself come easier. You run your fingers back and forth across your throbbing clit, mewling at how sensitive you are now.

Taehyung pumps himself faster, moaning loudly as he watches your hole clench. He would do anything to stretch you open, fill your tight little hole with his thick cock, feel the warmth of your sex around him.

He watches as you spasm and shake, orgasming a second time. His own body about to go over the edge at the sight of your hole rapidly clenching and your whimpers.

“C-Can I put my l-legs d-down, p-please...” Your pleading voice and the way you obeyed him perfectly sends Taehyung over the edge. He drags out his orgasm, smiling and watching your body tremble and pant for relief.

Your kept your eyes shut tightly, so when you heard a familiar ding, your limbs automatically relaxed. You look up and sigh, thankful you had been right. You notice the time and smile, “Merry Christmas, V.”

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THIS WAS SO FUCKING HARD TO WRITE HOLY FUCK I REWROTE THIS 4 TIMES OMG. So I really really really hope you like it :'D. Also, I am still organizing the next chapter of HOAL, forgive me, so I decided to release this next instead!

This story is set in C!HOC universe, if you like this drabble and want to read more, READ HERE.

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wonlouvre · 2 years

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i still cant get over this joshua hong pic + he replied to soooo many carats that night like he was drunk bec its the first time?!?!? hahaha. id like to req a fluff with a drunk bf!shua drunk texting/calling y/n (or can u use my name Sae 🙈) thank you 🤍🤍🤍

📸 snapshoot #3

pairing: idol!joshua x g.n. reader genre: fluff warnings: eating, alcohol consumption word count: 495

💌: hello! thank you so much for requesting! i hope you forgive me for my poor attempt at writing a drunk shua lol. please enjoy this as a late holiday gift + celebratory joshua scenario! happy birthday joshua! <3

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Joshua couldn’t celebrate his birthday with you because he had a photoshoot and recording to attend to. It was unfortunate because you thought you could spend it with him for the first time in a while knowing that they have chosen to excuse themselves from performing at any year-end concerts. Well, that didn’t mean work had to stop thus the photoshoot and recording. However, it was also alright because you know he’s enjoying what he’s doing with his best friends. You’re also rest assured that at the end of the day, he will never forget to at least give you a call or most importantly, come home to you.

It’s past midnight and your phone is buzzing and ringing from multiple notifications.

jisoo loml [12:04 am]: sae

jisoo loml [12:04 am]: bae

jisoo loml [12:05 am]: BABE

jisoo loml [12:06]: asrry… SORRY.,..

He’s definitely drunk by how he’s struggling to form correctly spelled words. You giggle at your boyfriend’s attempt to communicate what he’s trying to say. He could just give you a call instead, but you guess the options are not so easy to differentiate from with his hazy mind.

You let him continue before finding the perfect time to return his messages. As you wait, your phone dings again and lo and behold, Joshua sent an attachment. A drunk yet handsome picture, making your smile widen.

You finally decide to call him to greet him another happy birthday aside from the love letter you left inside his backpack earlier.

“Baby!~”

You smile and hold your phone closer to your ear. “How’s my birthday boy?”

“Hmmm,” Joshua dreamily hums and you can imagine him smiling with his eyes closed. “I’m having dinner with Dokyeom right now.”

“You mean having a drink, right?” You correct him and look at the clock placed above your television, reading the time once again. “It’s way past regular hours for a restaurant to be open right now.”

Joshua bursts into a fit of giggles and you couldn’t hold your laughter at the sound. He is so drunk and you can’t wait to tell him about this once he’s sober. You can hear Dokyeom giggling along with him as he says hi to you.

“I wish you’re here,” Joshua suddenly grumbles and you can tell he’s pouting. “We’re drinking your favorite drink and eating the best food ever.”

“We can always go back and eat there, baby,” you promise with a sigh. You miss him terribly and it has only been a day. “In the meantime, just enjoy, alright? Eat and drink the good stuff for both of us.

“I love you,” he whispers, genuine and sweet. A profession he never fails to say. “So much.”

“I know and I love you too,” you reply in a heartbeat. “Happy birthday Jisoo.”

Joshua hums in delight at the sound of your voice saying his name. “Thank you. I’ll see you later, okay?”

And see you he did.

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donutloverxo · 3 years

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Good little wife

Note - Inspired by a request I got long ago and written for the happy hoelidays challenge I'm cohosting with my sister hoes @navybrat817 and @stargazingfangirl18 . I used the prompts two idiots in love + Character A loves Christmas. Character B hates it. A melts Bs cold heart Dividers by @firefly-graphics .

Summary - Your husband makes up to you for being a Grinch and a meanie to you throughout your marriage.

Warnings - 18+ only, smut(m/f), dub con, older man/younger woman, arranged marrige, leaking nudes, daddy kink, blood play, virginity/innocence kink, loss of virginity, virgin reader, painful sex, misogyny, mob activities.

Pairing - Mob!Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 8k

“You look beautiful, cookie,” your mother raved, pressing her lips to your cheek, “He’s a lucky man.”

You only hummed. Staring at your refection, seeing someone you didn’t even recognize.

Your white lace dress somewhat conservative, still really pretty, something you would’ve been more than happy to wear if your circumstances weren’t so depressing.

You almost let out a sardonic laugh, you didn’t get to choose your husband but at least you chose your wedding gown.

“It’ll be alright,” your mother picked at your hair, noticing your evident sadness, you’ve never been one to hide how you feel anyway, “you’ll learn to love him. He’s very successful.”

“I always thought ‘money doesn’t make you happy',” something she had said to you so many times over the years.

“That’s just a fairy tale. People fall out of love, run out of things to talk about, men cheat, in the end all that’s left is how well he can provide for you,” she stated.

You checked your phone as soon as you could, going through your messages to see if your boyfriend, or rather your now ex boyfriend, had sent you anything. You still naively hoped that he'd come on a white horse and sweep you off and away, so you wouldn’t have to marry someone you’ve else. So you wouldn’t have to give up your freedom forever and just be someone’s wife.

But you saw nothing. He hadn’t talked to you, not since your father found out about you both. Since he was from a family your daddy hated with a passion, and you were supposed to as well, your father made you cut all times with him. Locked you in your room in a timeout till you came to your senses.

After over three weeks he came to you, telling you how he was ready to forgive you and move on. You were so happy. For a minute you let yourself believe that this was your father, he loved you unconditionally, of course he'd set aside whatever vain feud he has and let you be with your love.

All your hopes were crushed when he told you he had selected a husband for you whom you have to marry in just a month. That you had to drop out of college since you wouldn’t need that degree anyway.

You always did believe that he had your best interests at heart, you wanted to believe it this time as well, but you just couldn’t.

Cringing inwardly when he kissed your cheeks, “You look beautiful,” he told you, cold eyes staring at you, “Don’t try anything stupid. Andrew is a good man,” he looped your arm in with his.

“He’s more than a decade older than me,” you argued, biting your lip as he squeezed your arm to warn you.

You slapped a fake smile on your face, walking down, one step after another as everyone looked at you in awe.

This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life...

But when you looked at Andy waiting for you at the alter you felt nothing but grave anxiety which made your teeth clatter, his palms joined together at his front, he did look handsome with his tux and neat beard. You have had a crush on him for a long time but you’ve never even had a real conversation with him, you didn’t know him. No one did.

Your heart filled with dread as your father handed you over to Andy, patting him on his shoulder, “Take good care of her.”

“I will,” Andy smiled.

You weren’t really there, maybe your body was but your soul had left you to maybe make the whole ordeal less painful. The priest read the vows asking you if you were ready to take him as your husband forever.

“I do,” since you had no other choice.

“I do,” he repeated.

You felt a shiver jolt up your spine when his fingers grazed yours, putting the thin silver band on your finger before lifting your veil to press his lips to yours, giving you a chaste, barely there kiss as everyone cheered you on.

The rest of the evening was a blur, you could barely register what had happened, everyone sweetly calling you ‘Mrs Barber’ only making you more nervous.

Andy however, was cordial and formal as always, shaking their hands and thanking them.

Since you hadn’t really taken any dance lessons you were left to simply wing it with him at your first dance. With your clammy hands in his you tried to match his pace as he lead you, bumping into his feet with yours more than once.

He leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Relax,” making you shudder.

You looked up at him, he had barely said two words to you but your grandmother often said ‘Eyes are the windows to the soul’.

And Andy’s eyes were so... kind, like a blue ocean you could happily drown in. He almost looked at you as if he were fond of you.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad...

You didn’t really expect Andy to carry you over the threshold, that was just a silly little fantasy you’ve always had and you knew he’d never indulge you in it but he didn’t even hold the door open for you.

You looked around his condo, so grey and boring, looked like it was out of a magazine catalogue, you felt so out of place there.

Naturally, you followed him to his bedroom, watching him wake his coat off, followed by his cuffs as he rolled his sleeves up.

You went over what you wanted to say in your head, how do you tell your husband that you’re a virgin, on your wedding night--that was something your grandmother never gave you advice on. You could’ve used her wisdom then.

With your mouth suddenly dry you tried to speak as he poured himself a drink, “Um... I’ve...”

“What?” he looked at you, quirking a brown brow up.

“Nothing,” you shook your head as you took a seat on the edge of the bed. “This is a nice house.”

“You can take the guestroom,” he said bluntly.

“What?”

“You can take the guestroom. I’ve already put all your bags there, you can decorate it however you like but don’t touch anything else.”

“But I...I’ve never heard of husband and wife sleeping in different rooms.”

“That’s true, it is unusual. This is not a normal marriage though, is it?” His tone so frustratingly patronising, as if he was talking to a child.

You’ve never really been appreciated for your mind, women never are--not where you come from, even your love Alex only ever thought of you as a ‘pretty face’. But Andy didn’t need to spell it out for you, “You... don’t want me...” you realised.

He only scoffed. He’d never been one for long term relationships, he had tried but he could never give himself to another person, women often called him emotionally unavailable, his demanding and dangerous job did contribute a lot to that, but more than that it was his unwillingness to change. He was self aware enough to know that but he didn’t need anyone else. He didn’t want to be tied down or to have a nagging immature wife.

“But why...” you wondered. Sure, you weren’t thrilled to marry him, but now you had accepted it and wanted to make the best of your new life. You thought he wanted the same.

“Why would I want you?” he spat. “ You’re nothing but a spoilt rich girl who’s had everything handed to her. Who was ungrateful and stupid enough to fraternize with the enemy.”

You let out a shaky exhale, looking at him with teary eyes, “I loved him...”

“You don’t know the first thing about love,” he rolled his eyes.

“He loved me too! But I’m willing to put that behind me. I made a vow to you.”

“You really don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?” you frowned.

He took his phone out of his pocket, opening his gallery to show you the compromising pictures you had sent to your ex, “He shared that with everyone, it was all just a ploy to humiliate your father.”

You gasped, taking his phone in your trembling hand, your breasts exposed as you shyly looked at the camera. You had flat out refused to send him a nude when he asked for it but then he threatened to break up with you, to go after your best friend, even called you a prude because you hadn’t slept with him. At the moment you felt as if you had no choice but to do it...

“He wouldn’t,” you sobbed.

“And because of your stupidity I had to marry you since no one else would ever want you,” he said. But then regretted it as you just started crying harder. He thought of maybe trying to console you but what would he even say?

He took the phone from you before you could even think of deleting the photos. He used them to pleasure himself almost every night. Maybe he was an idiot, he could have the real thing, yet he was pushing you away, “Go to your room,” he told you which made you sob even moreso.

You looked up at him, begging him for a hug, for some sort of comfort or sympathy but his face was cold and harsh. Finally gathering your wits you went to the other room, ready to cry yourself to sleep.

No matter how beautiful you were, you were still thrusted upon him, you didn’t love him, you never could because you never even had a choice

“Perfect,” you beamed, setting down the chicken pot pie you had just cooked up.

Your grandmama had always told you that a wife should be a cook in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom. So that her man would never stray.

And while you hadn’t had a chance to be a whore for Andy... something that you were looking forward to, you hoped the fresh home cooked meal, the holiday season and decorations you had spent the past few days working on would put him in the mood. To maybe accept you as his wife.

For the past six months you had tried everything, making him breakfast, packing his lunch, offering him massages, even trying to help him with his work but he was always so cold to you.

You feared that this is how it will be forever. He would never love you, not the way you’ve always loved him. Even when he was so cruel towards you.

But you were nothing if not resilient. So you said chuck it and went all out. Decorating your whole house, with a real tree for the past few days while Andy was out on a work trip for thanksgiving. Maybe you could surprise him and he’d realise just how much he lucked out with you.

You even went with a more risqué outfit than you usually would. Your little emerald green skirt with pleats was a bit too short and impractical for the cold winters but you were going to stay inside anyway. It was topped off with a tight burgundy blouse and a push up bra which made your girls look enticing and some red pumps.

With a pumpkin pie for dessert in the oven, your salads done and the gingerbread flavored candles lit up you were good to go.

So you sat on the couch, watching 'A Christmas story' for the hundredth time to kill time till he gets home and to distract your nervous mind.

After ninety minutes the movie was over but Andy still wasn’t home. You tried calling him but it kept going to voicemail.

Frustrated, but determined to follow through with your ‘Seduce Andy Barber’ plan you put on another movie, chewing your lip till it bled as you impatiently waited for him.

Soon it was midnight, your food got cold and the rumbling in your tummy became more prominent so you decide to eat your dinner, put the leftovers in the freezer and cut your losses.

You were almost done with your dishes when your husband coming into the apartment, turning around you saw him hang his coat on the back of the chair and plomp down on it. He groaned, pulling the sleeves of his shirt up to reveal his bulky forearms.

“You’re home,” you said, taking off your apron so he could see your little get up.

He didn’t smile at you like you expected he would, he didn’t say ‘Good job’ like you thought he would. He certainly didn’t look like he wanted to bend you over the dining table and take you then and there. He simply frowned at you. Looking at you as if your mere existence offended him.

“I told you; you were allowed to decorate your room however you liked. Not the whole apartment,” he growled, rubbing a hand over his face.

“What? I did it for you... I thought you would like it, ” you stood there, dumbfounded, shifting from one foot to another, “You don’t like Christmas.” You realised.

“No, I don’t. Christmas isn’t all fun and jolly for everybody. I’ve never had anyone to celebrate it with,” he did you a once over, his pants tightening uncomfortably as he took in your little ensemble.

He had never had a single good Christmas in his whole life. He’d usually spend it either working or drinking. But now, he had you, his good little wife who had gone out of her way to do all this just for him.

He could kiss your red lips then and there, finally do what he’s been wanting to go for the past few months and make love to you, eat the delicious meal you had made him because he was fucking starving.

But then he realized how easily you could be taken away from him. How this was all so fickle.

“Do you want a divorce?” he crossed his hands over his chest, as if daring you to give a wrong answer, “If you do, I’ll give you one right now.”

“I - ” you strutted, you didn’t really know, “Daddy would never let that happen.” To which he scoffed.

Your father would kill you both if this marriage failed. He knew that, why would he still be willing to risk everything?

“Where are you going?” you asked when he got up from the chair.

“To my room, to sleep,” he sighed.

He knew what you would say, he knew you were daddy’s little girl who’d die before disappointing her father, which was solely why you were with him, and yet he let himself fall for you and get hurt.

You tugged on his shirt, ready to beg him to at least eat the meal you made for him but then you frowned, inhaling the feminine perfume from his shirt, mixed with his own Cologne, you took a step back, your eyes brimming with tears as you realised he might’ve been with another woman.

While you were home slaving away to make everything perfect for him.

Your father had a handful of mistresses, a few of them younger than you. Your mother knew, all wives know and look the other way. That was how it was supposed to be. It was how you make marriages last...

And your poor beaten heart could take his coldness towards you, it absolutely could not bear him being with another woman. Your father had always praised him for being loyal, and it was one of the things you loved about him...

“Where were you?” you sniffled to keep the tears at bay.

“I was out working. So I could pay for your shopping sprees.” He spat.

You gasped, “I haven’t gone shopping in months! I only did now for Christmas!”

“That tree better be down by the time I wake up. You can out all that crap in your bedroom if you like. I do not what to see it.” He said gravelly, before slamming his door shut.

Something was horribly wrong.

Andy came home to an empty, cold house. You weren’t there to greet him like you usually are, in fact you hadn’t been for the past few weeks. He could hear the TV from your room, some kind of musical playing.

He checked the kitchen for some food, you used to make dinner every night, rave about your love for cooking and baking, but now it seemed that you lived on poptarts and McDonald’s.

He knocked on your door, to ask if you wanted some of the alfredo he was cooking up, also to maybe get you to have dinner with him.

Ever since he had married you, he had such a beautiful companion to have dinner with. To watch silly romcoms with, someone who waited for him to come home, called him all worried when he was late, asked him how his day was

It’d break his heart to say good night to you, you’d give him those puppy eyes, fluttering your lashes as if begging him to invite you to bed with him.

He wanted to ask you to come, to feel what it would be like to snuggle up with your soft body, to smell your hair, to finally fuck you, but he’d just go away to sleep in his cold bed with a heavy heart. Making do with his hand as he thought of you, it wouldn’t feel nearly as good as you would but it would have to do.

“Can I come in, honey?” he asked.

Letting himself in when no answer came from you. You were lying on your bed, blankets draped over you, your eyes trained on the television. He looked around your room, he had only been there a couple of times, he had expected to see some kind of winter wonderland since you were such a fan of Christmas.

But it looked just how it usually did... pale pink walls, a queen sized bed, a small closet and a dresser and a vanity. No tree or fairy lights or nut crackers.

He leaned against the door frame. “Did you have dinner?” He wanted to know.

You made some sort of unintelligible noise; which could mean anything. So he asked, “Would you like some pasta? I can’t make it as good as you do but I’ll try.”

“No.” You answered. Still not even looking at him.

“It’s Christmas Eve, do you want to go celebrate with your family?”

You shook your head in response. “No, I think I’ll just stay here.”

He had stolen your brightness and sunshine away, tainting you with his darkness. “Stop it,” he scolded, switching off the TV and standing in front of you to make you listen to him. “Get ready, I’m dropping you off at your fathers. You’re not spending Christmas in bed.”

“What difference does it make?” you huffed.

“Get ready. Right. Now.” He ordered, pulling your blanket away from you.

“No!” you whined. Sitting up, your face heating up with a simmering rage you had harbored for months. “Why do you even care? Do you want to get me out of the house so you could spend Christmas with her?!”

“Who’s her?” he furrowed his brows.

“Your mistress!” you yelled, looking around for something you could hurt him with, you grabbed a hold of your Mrs Bunny, your cute pink stuffie and threw it at his face. “I’m not going anywhere. And you’re not bringing her in to my house!” You said, throwing another stuffie at him which he caught with his hand.

“Honey,” he said, as if he was so disappointed with you, for catching him in his lies and deceit. “I don’t have a mistress. Where would I even find the time for one? All those late nights were spent at the office or in meetings.”

He would be the world’s biggest idiot to get a mistress when he had a wife like you waiting for him at home. A wife he hadn’t even so much as even kissed... given how pouty and tempting your lips looked, he didn’t know how he resisted for so long.

“Don’t call me honey,” you puffed out your cheeks, “And I don’t believe you.”

“Well, what can I do to make you believe me?”

You sighed, laying back down on the bedding, “There’s not much you can do. Except leave me be. I just want to sleep this Christmas away.”

He had to do something to get your spirits up. And since you has thrown away your old decorations he ran to every store in the town, waiting in the queue for hours, calling in as many favors as he could to get some new ones.

While he wasn’t able to get a real Christmas tree, he got a fake one which was a bit smaller than the one you had put up but not all that bad.

You had decorated the apartment with the traditional red, greens and golden he decided to go with a soft pastel pink theme. Hoping that you would like it and forgive him.

He had gotten you couple of gifts, a little babydoll he saw on the internet, it was pink and sexy, he thought of you the moment he saw it. Ordering it for you but he never really gathered enough courage to ask you to wear it. He wrapped it up for you in some festive paper, tying a ribbon around it.

He decided to get as many gifts for you as he could so the tree wouldn’t look so depressing, a Tiffany’s set, an advent calendar from a make up company he knew you liked, a box of cookies and one of chocolates, a new apron with floral patterns and frilly trimmings, some cozy socks, and a surprise gift he had been saving for you.

Looking around the living room, while it wasn’t as good as what you had done with the place he was still proud of what he could pull off in just a couple of hours.

He called out your name before knocking and entering, switching on your bedside lamp he sat next to you, stroking your hair, “Wake up, angel.”

“Seriously, stop it with the petnames,” you said, your voice groggy from sleep and irritated. Because he had only ever said your name with contempt before.

“I’m not going to stop, honey. You’re my wife, I can call you whatever I like.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled, rubbing your sleep away from your eyes.

“I have a surprise for you.” He smiled at you.

And while he had certainly smiled at you before that, when you had said something funny or silly (which you usually did just to see him smile), this one seemed so much brighter and warm.

“What is it?” you sat up. Still a bit crossed with him but excited to see what surprise he had for you.

“You have to come into the living room for that, and promise to stop being a Grinch,” he said, bopping your nose.

You scoffed incredulously, “I’m being a Grinch?! You were the one who made me take everything down in the first place!”

“I know, honey, and I am sorry for that. Hopefully I can make it up to you.” He winked.

You combed your hair, splashing some water on your face and then following him out to see what he had in mind for you.

You all but gasped at the tree in the middle of your living room, so beautiful, the soft glow of the fairy lights illuminated the room, little festive trinklets all over the room.

He had got you a pink stocking with sparkling silver hearts on it. His was a normal red one with ‘Andy' written with a sharpie or a pen. You giggled at that.

“You like it, honey?” he asked.

You nodded, observing the ornaments on your tree, “I do. Thank you so much, Andy. It’s so beautiful, I don’t think anyone’s ever done something so grand for me.”

Your rave gave him the courage to out his hand over your waist, pulling you into him, “I know this doesn’t make up for everything, but it’s start.”

“Yes! I think... I’d like a fresh start,” you beamed up at him

He excused himself to make some hot chocolate for you both, handing you a mug with little heart shaped marshmallows and sprinkles on top of it. You didn’t even realise how you ended up snuggled up next to him on the couch, Elf playing on the TV which he shockingly had never seen before.

“You know... for someone who hates Christmas so much you did a pretty good job saving it!” you giggled, kissing his bearded cheek.

“Well...” he looked down at you, wiping away the mustache the hot chocolate gave you before sucking his thumb off, “I don’t hate it anymore, because I’m not alone,” he said, his thumb pulling on your plump bottom lip.

“Um...” you face heated up as looked away, “You got me gifts!” you screamed a bit overzealous to change the subject, “Can I open one now? Please?! I’m just so excited!”

“Sure,” he murmured, a bit salty that he didn’t get the kiss.

He knelt next to you on the carpet as you pinked one up, shaking it next to your ear, scrunching your nose up so cutely as you tried to decipher what it was.

“Mmm... I can’t tell...”

“Why don’t you just open it?” he asked as his hand caressed your bare thigh, finding himself unable to keep his hands off of you now that he has you.

You ripped at the wrapping paper, opening the box to reveal the skimpy baby pink lingerie he had got you.

You pulled it out of the box and then started stammering, unable to form words once you realised what it was. “Is this... um..”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, it’s very cute and nice. Do you, want me to wear it for you?”

“If that’s what you want,” he said casually and then shrugged but then regretted it as your face fell and you let. He wasn’t used to half-assing things if he was going to tell you his true feelings, he had to go all out.

Taking a deep breath, “I have to tell you something I’ve been meaning to say for months.”

“What?”

“I... love you,” he looked down at your lap, because he couldn’t bear to look in your eyes if you decided to reject him.

“Oh, Andy!” you beamed, “I love you too! I’ve always loved you,” you crawled on top of him, throwing your arms around his neck you hugged him.

“That’s good then,” he smiled stroking your back, he pulled you back so he could look at your pretty face, cupping your cheek he pressed his lips against yours.

He had only kissed you once, months ago at your wedding, and while it was not bad at all it was too short and formal and distant, nothing compared to how he felt right now. Moulding his lips against yours, kneading the flesh of your ass, you tasted just as sweet as he imagined you would.

You gasped in his mouth when he rutted his erection up into your core. “Andy!” your chest heaving as you felt him pressing against your thigh.

“What do you say you go put that on for me, doll? Hm?” he instructed.

You meekly nodded, grabbing a hold of the lingerie which you just now noticed was so sheer and would not really leave anything to the imagination.

“Come on out quickly now,” his impatience seeping through his voice as he sat on the edge of his, or what would now be both of your marital bed, one leg crossed over the other, his foot tapping against the floor.

His pants already snug, just from imagining what you would look like with the flimsy thing on. It wasn’t as revealing or kinky as some of the other pieces he had seen, but he felt it would match your personality perfectly.

He groaned, calling out your name again, “I’m gonna fucking die of blue balls, if you don’t come out right now, I’m coming in,” he got up to his feet to do just that but then stopped when he heard the knob twist.

One smooth leg peaking out of the bathroom, “Um... promise you wouldn’t make fun of me?” you asked. Your eyes screwed shut, you didn’t really have much of choice but you had never been so vulnerable in front of anyone. You’d hate to not be satisfactory for him.

“I promise,” his face softened, he had to practice some restrain, at least until he breaks you in, “Now come on out.”

You opened the door, your meek eyes fixed on your hardwood floor, your hands hugging your midsection. You blinked when he said nothing for several long, tortuous moments. Peaking a glance up at him you found him staring at you.

“Uh, do you like it?” you asked as your hands played with the helm of the teddy.

He almost scoffed. Like would be an understatement.

He knew pink would be your color. The nightie so short, clinging to your curves, your nipples pebbled against the satiny fabric, you looked like a sweet little doll and a whole fucking meal to devour at the same time. He would burst before he even got to touch you.

“Twirl,” he made the motion with his forefinger to demonstrate it, “Let me look at you better. And hands to your sides.”

You took a deep breath, letting your hands fall, doing as he had asked, your heart hammering in your chest because for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out if he actually liked you.

“Stop there,” he instructed when he got a look at your pert, round butt, the cloth barely covering it, he could see the imprints of the thong you wore.

“What are you thinking?” you asked.

“If I like your front better or your behind.” He almost chuckled at the incredulous gasp you let out. “Alright, look at me again.” Definitely the front, because he could see your beautiful face. Taking his original position on the bedding, “Come here,” he patted his lap.

Like the obedient wife that you aspired to be, you followed, perching yourself up on his lap, your arms around his neck for some support, looking into his lust blown, dark eyes.

You bite your lip when you felt that pressing into your thigh. Unable to bear his intense gaze you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

He hushed you, snuggling your soft body closer to his, his fingers drawing patterns on your hip, “How many men have you been with before?”

It didn’t really matter whatever your answer would be. But he wanted to tell you, that how ever many there were before him won’t matter anymore. From now on you are solely his.

“None,” you whispered so lowly that he almost couldn’t hear you.

“What?” Holding onto your chin so that he could make you look at him, “None? How is that possible?”

“I’ve just been waiting for the right one... I was going to with Alex but then didn’t...” you said as your hands caressed the coarse hair on his jaw.

He hummed, the fact that he would be your one and only, forever, only served to entice him further.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before?” he asked, although he knew the answer.

“No...”

“Don’t worry, I’ll guide you,” he promised, pushing on your shoulders to make you get on your knees.

You hissed at the cold floor, biting into the your calves and knees.

His dainty princess, he grabbed a throw pillow, instructing you to put it under, all the while staring at your cleavage peaking out like a creep.

Your eyes were fixated on his crotch, eager to see what a real penis looks like. You had watched some porn when you were a teen, out of sheer curiosity, but your friends had told you to lower your expectations. That real ones are much smaller and not so aesthetically pleasing.

You all but gasped when he took his cock out of the confines of his sweats, slapping over his abdomen. So big... and thick, with two veins over it, a bright flushed tip leaking with pre-ejaculate, and some soft hair dusted at the base of it.

You tried to stop yourself but then couldn’t help it, your hand shyly touching his tip yanking it down and then releasing it to see what happens. As suspected it flew back over, hard against his tummy, making you giggled.

“Oh gosh...” you slapped a palm over your mouth to stop from laughing.

He scrunched up the hair on the back of your head, yanking your neck back so that he could look at you, “What’s so funny?” he growled.

“Nothing,” you gulped, “It’s all just so strange and new... and exciting...”

He hummed as he took in your words. Grabbing the base of his cock as he rubbed his tip and precum all over your cheeks till your face was positively glowing with his essence.

“You wanna taste it?” he asked, to which you eagerly nodded.

Nudging your pouty lips with his tips before tapping on them when you didn’t get the clue, “Open.”

“Oh,” you said before opening as wide as you could, his length easing into your mouth. You hummed around him, the salty unique taste of him you had never really known before and couldn’t get enough of now.

He was barely halfway through inside you when he touched the back of your throat, he tutted, “Relax your throat,” he told you.

You didn’t really know what he meant but you tried loosening up all your muscles. Choking around him when he pushed in a few more inches.

Most of him was still out but it was as good as it’s gonna get, not that he’d ever complain... no... your mouth was like heaven. He had only known his hand for the past year Or so, and your mouth was almost too much.

Holding onto your face to keep it in place he started thrusting upwards into you, his heart swelling with tears escaped your eyes but you still tried to take more of him, to please him like the good girl that you were.

He stopped his hips, gently slapping your cheek to get your attention, “You always look at me when my dick is in your mouth. Got it?”

Since you couldn’t talk with your mouth full of cock, you just nodded.

You peered up at him innocently, fluttering your lashes, popping him out of your sloppy mouth, “Am I doing it right?” because you truly couldn’t tell.

He chuckled, smoothening a hand down your hair, “More than right... it’s too good but I want to come in your pussy. Maybe I’ll make you swallow my load latter, what do you think?”

“Yes, I’d like that,” you licked your lips to taste more of him.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered.

“Um... can I go fix my face before that,” you rubbed your mouth with the back of your hand, you doubted you looked very pretty to him then.

“No,” he stated, pulling you up by your armpits and all but throwing you on the bed.

You yelped and tried to protest, “I wanna look good for you...”

He pushed your legs apart to make room for him, smirking above you, eyeing you up as if you were a piece of meat, his prey, “This really does look pretty on you...” he rubbed the flimsy spagetti strap between his fingers, “but it’s served it’s purpose.”

You screamed, holding onto his wrists as he ripped the babydoll in two pieces, revealing your breasts to him, he yanked at it, throwing the remains away.

“That’s much better,” he gritted, pinching one of your peaks, capturing it in his mouth and suckling at it to his hearts content.

You pouted as you looked at the torn cloth, a bit upset that he ruined his gift to you. “I really liked that...” you sniffled. But couldn’t really ponder because Andy’s ravenous mouth was sucking hickies all over your breasts.

“I’ll buy you another one. I’ll buy you ten more,” he bit into the side of your breasts, your mewls and whines were like music to his ears.

“Andy...” you heaved, “Don’t leave marks... I have to go to dinner tomorrow to moms...”

He stopped abruptly, propping himself up above you and you were afraid that you had upset him, “You’re my wife now, honey. Your father gave you to me,” his hand snaking down your body, between your legs, he parted your moist lips, the pad of his fingers meeting your little pearl, “I can do whatever I want with you,” he reminded you, pushing a finger into you, “This cunt is mine now, got it?”

“Yess...” you whined as you squirmed under him, the invasion of his finger inside you too alien to your body.

“Which means you ask for permission before you touch yourself, or better yet, don’t touch yourself because that’s my job,” he stated.

“Have you ever made yourself come?” he asked, trailing soft kisses down your body till he settled between your legs, moving the strong of the thing to the side so he could get a better look at your virgin pussy, adding another finger inside you, your snug walls clinging to his digits, “You’re so fucking small. Can barely fit my finger. How will you take my cock,” he teased.

He’d make you take it.

You whimpered at the sting of it, “I’ll try, daddy...” throwing your head back as you massaged your breast.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking down at him when he stopped his ministrations, “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” he quirked a brow. “Do you realise what you just called me?”

You simply shook your head because you hadn’t really called him anything, “Andy?”

“No,” he huffed, “You called me daddy, honey.”

You gasped, you didn’t mean to say it out loud! “No...” you shook you head from side to side, trying to pull away from his fingers still knuckle deep inside you, “It can’t be!”

“Oh, but you did,” he laughed, “And you’re gonna say it again. In fact, from now on, when it’s just the two of us that’s the only thing that you will call me. Unless you wanna get punished...”

“Okay...” you said, still a bit unsure of it all.

You had always called him ‘daddy’ in your fantasies. It was maybe a bit expected for it to slip out like that but still so embarrassing. You said it again just to make sure that he actually wanted you to call him that and wasn’t just teasing you.

“Good girl,” he winked, latching his mouth around your clit, fucking you with his fingers as he kept sucking.

“Daddy...” you whined, biting on your hand to muffle some of your noises, a knot building up in the pit of your stomach, “Don’t stop, please!”

You gushed over his mouth, he lapped it all up, making sure nothing went to waste.

“You did good, honey,” he said, your cheeks heating up when you saw his beard glistening with your juices. He rolled your thong down your thick thighs, “You wear this to dinner tomorrow,” he told you. “Since I’m going to be a real husband from now on I pick out what you wear.”

All so he could see you in those pretty flowy dresses you wear sometimes, but you didn’t need to know that.

He hastily pushed his sweats and briefs past his hips, throwing them off the bed before pulling his t-shirt over his head.

You bit your lip at just the sight of him. His shoulders so broad, chest so wide, dark hair dusted all over his chest, you just knew then that all those hours he spent at the gym paid off, you knew he’d be ripped.

But you absolutely did not expect, someone as uptight as him to have numerous tattoos all over his torso.

Something inscribed in Sanskrit on his chest that you didn’t really understand... the logo of your family’s mob on just under his pectoral.

You sat up to get a better look at them, tracing a skull on his bicep that looked much less sophisticated than the others, the lines a bit scribbly, it was already fading.

“That’s the first one,” he interrupted you, “I was a kid back then, got my foster brother to do it.”

You pressed a kiss over it, “I love it.”

His blue eyes beamed at you, he was so beautiful...

“Now for your gift...” he circled your wrist bringing it down to his pelvis.

“Hm?” you looked down, tears brimming up in your eyes as you saw your name written on just beside his hipbone, next to his hard cock, standing tall against his stomach. In a small heart, dark ink against his pale skin, “When did you get it done?” you sniffles, touching his skin to feel the texture of the tattoo.

“A few weeks ago. I just... I’ve never belonged to anyone. Never had a family of my own. But now I have you, and you have me, I’m just as much yours as you’re mine,” he confessed, finally feeling the weight of it lifted off his shoulders. You were a blessing in disguise.

“I love you,” you beamed up at him.

“I love you too, doll, now come on,” he pushed you till you were on your back, “Daddy’s waited long enough. Can’t wiat to fill you up, make you mine.”

He planted a hand on the mattress, so he could see what he was doing to your virgin cunt, look at you and her, as he defiles you and makes you a woman, his thick manhood nudging your glistening lips as he eased into you, he felt you stretching around him, your face twisted in pain as you begged him to go easy on you, he halted when he felt your barrier.

He looked up at your pretty face, sparkling with his spend and your tears, your sweet little whimpers filled the room, he stayed still for a moment to let you get used to him, he knew he should take it easy.

His wife was a delicate, fragile, sweet little girl. He should be more gentle. A better husband and man would be. But he had his whole life to become a good man for you, tonight he just wanted to take what was rightfully his.

Letting out a deep, almost animalistic growl, piercing through your seal, your innocence till you were screeching, your nails drawing blood from the sides of his thighs.

“It hurts!” you screamed.

“It’ll only hurt for a little bit, doll. Just ride through it,” he cooed, stroking your sensitive clit to draw your attention away from the pain, he withdrew his hips before snapping them back till he was deep within your womb.

“You’re so snug, honey,” he grunted, not letting up his pace as he kept fucking into you,

A proud smirk gracing his face as he looked down to see himself covered in blood, a sticky mess of both your bodily fluids where your sexes were joined. His dick somehow grew harder inside you knowing how he took something from you that you’ll never be able to give someone else.

Slowly your crying and whining was subsiding as you got used to have him inside you, but he wanted to hear you scream for him in a different way. “Don’t you want to make your husband, no, your daddy happy, honey?” He asked, each word punctuated with a deep, harsh thrust into you.

You nodded, willing your tears away, cringing when you saw his crotch covered in your blood, “Yes I do, daddy. What do I do?”

“Your cute dumb brain always needs to be told what to do,” he chuckled, moving closer to you he circled his palms around your wrists, pinning them above you, “Wrap your legs around me.”

You followed along, wrapping your legs around his hips and hooking them together on his back. Closing your eyes when you felt your body seizing up, your pussy pulsating around his length when you felt the familiar feeling creep up on you.

“Look at me!” he barked and you immediately opened your eyes, “You look at me when I fuck you.”

You gulped and dared not close your eyes again. Even as you felt your orgasm wash over you, clenching around his length. His face was scrunched up, his neck, face and chest flush as he chased his own release till you felt his warm release coating your walls.

He collapsed above you, panting beside you he kissed your hair, “You liked that, babygirl?”

You let out a meek little yes. Feeling empty and void of his warmth and hardness when he pulled out of you before settling next to you.

“But...” you trailed off. Not finding it in you to bare yourself to him like that just yet.

“But what?” he whipped his head to look at you.

“But I’m sorry if I wasn’t very good!” Since you had simple laid there and took whatever he gave you. You had heard that men don’t like that...

“Don’t worry, honey, you were absolutely perfect,” he sighed. “You’ll get even better with practice, we’re gonna practice a lot from now on.”

You tried to cover your breasts up with the comforter, still awkward about being stark naked right next to a man, a man who looked as good as like Andy, but he swatted at your hands, reprimanding you and telling you to stay still and let him look at you to his hearts content.

Soon you felt your cunt throbbing back up again, still so raw from the loving Andy gave it, you tried rubbing your legs together to ease it a little bit.

“It still hurts?” Andy asked as you nodded.

He snaked a hand between your legs, massaging your little nub and your lips, tutting when you tried to pull away from his touch, “Shh I’m trying to make it hurt less.”

He hummed when he saw his seed leak out of you, pushing a finger in you, much to your displeasure, to keep it inside you, where it belonged.

He would make you go on some form of birth control as soon as he could. While the idea of you all round and plump with his kid was more than appealing, he didn’t want to share you with anyone else just yet. You were young, he had plenty of years to breed you.

“You’d make a good mother,” he wondered out loud.

“Hm?” you blinked at him. Squirming from the torture he was yielding on your overworked sex. His lips curled up in a twisted smile as he pulled his fingers out of you, wiping your blood on your soft nipples, painting them crimson as you shivered.

You looked at his cock, hard again against his stomach. “Does it hurt?” you asked, your hands twitching to touch it again.

“Yes, it does. Do you wanna help me get rid of the pain?”

“Mm... can I use my mouth again? I’m sore...”

“It’s okay, honey, you’ll get used to it,” he promised, grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of him, your palms pressed into his abdomen as you looked so wrecked, “Guide me in,” he ordered.

You shook your head which earned you a harsh slap on your ass so you held onto the base of his cock, parting your intimate lips, before slowly sinking down on him.

You sighed as you settled, sitting on top of him with his cock nestled inside you, so full and strangely satisfied, his warmth soothing your aching walls, he spanked you again to remind you to move, so you started bouncing on top of him the best you could.

His hand groped at your bouncing titts before he wrapped a hand around your throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure as you whimpered and cried, just to remind you who’s in charge, not that you’d forget anytime soon.

His only regret was that he hadn’t done this sooner. He was an idiot to ever resist an angel like you. He’ll have to do a lot to make up for lost time.

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand)

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it.

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge.

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too.

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view.

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”.

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute.

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets.

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance.

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?”

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over.

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae.

looking hot, her message read.

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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