#and JALEBI!!
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ridin' toji fushiguro x fem!reader
warnings : smut, hotel room sex, first times, p > v sex, mentions of scars, oral (fem receiving), fingering, toji is quite young in this one, choking, mean dom, size difference, pussy spanking, not proofread
a/n : idek what have i written in here,, i was so fuckin tired after coming home and i have bruises all over my forearms cuz i was goalkeeping without the damn gloves && i had toji on my mind all day fuckin me dumb so here we go 🧍♀️&& tysm @kazushawty for helping me with virgin toji 🫶
a/n pt 2 : fucking wifi got disconnected in the middle of my writing and i forgot to save the draft like always 🥶 but anyway here's a better and cleaner rewritten version
you had known toji for quite some time now, ever since you joined a random facebook group for bikers after you bought your new bmw m1000rr.
of course, there weren't many women in the group, but toji was the nicest. you both went on so many rides together. intercity rides with him were your favorite.
you both would stop at a hotel in the highway, eat nice food and stay for the night to continue your journey tomorrow. everything was just perfect.
it just happened to be another intercity ride that involved you, toji, and two other guys from the group, satoru and suguru.
it was almost 1am, and your bike was getting overheated. all of you mutually agreed with the issue and decided to stay at a hotel for the night while your bikes cooled down.
as always, satoru and suguru booked a room together so did you and toji. unfortunately, the hotel did not have any other rooms that had two beds separate.
it was just one king-sized bed for you and toji. it was pretty awkward but toji didn't see any problem with it.
soon you got your room keys and you went to your respective rooms.
"do you wanna shower first or?" toji asked in his gruff, husky voice which never failed to send the good kind of shivers down your spine.
"you can go ahead." you gave him a subtle smile. he nodded and swung a towel over his beefy shoulder.
wait— did i mention that he is upper body naked in front of you? did you realize that yet? no, not until he reached out for his phone that was behind you on the bed, and his waist nearly clashed with your face.
cringe, right? you thought so too, but then you realized that he is really fucking hot.
you'd never see him in an attire outside his biking outfit. hell, there was no attire right now except for the biker pants that hugged his muscular thighs and calves so perfectly (never skip leg day my lovelies <3).
you had to stop yourself from ogling at him. sure, he was such a sight to see. the patchy tattoos all around his arms and collarbones, the chunky platinum chain dangling around his neck, a few scars scattered around his chest, how'd he get them, the haply trail and veins leading into his pants—
you shook your head violently. you were definitely being carried away by his figure that was positively a work of both aphrodite and hephaestus.
toji seemed to notice your vigorous head shaking from his peripheral.
"what's wrong?" he asked, tossing his phone next to you, leaning down so his eyes were at your level.
a small blush creeped up your cheeks before you shook your head, "j-just shaking the helmet pain off ya know? heh." what the fuck was that, you thought to yourself.
toji chuckled, shaking his head, "ya good at making up stories, doll." he then pulled away and stretched and ohfuckohfuckohfuck the way his abs, his pectorals, and his serratus anteriors flexed was such an eye candy.
you were definitely ogling as his back turned towards you, walking away into the bathroom. you noticed a tiny tattoo on the base of his back. you couldn't make out what it was, but it was something in words.
after a few minutes he came out of the shower, dressed in fresh new pair of clothes.
his hair was dripping water onto the towel thrown over his shoulder, as he slowly made his way towards you.
you were busy playing games on your phone when he sneaked in next to you, ever so casually invading your personal space by leaning his chin against your shoulder.
"mhm, candy crush? boring." he rasped, nuzzling his nose into your neck and sniffing you deeply.
this made you a blushing mess, and you already felt a wet patch in your panties. you never had been so close to a guy before in the bed, and here he is. doing it as if it's common for friends to do so.
"mhm, sweaty but the smell of your perfume still lingers, beautiful." he whispered, pressing a soft kiss on the middle bottom of your neck. his damp hair tickled your chin, but the kiss made you feel things that your hips buckled, just slightly.
"mmh? my doll is so needy?" he whispered, sitting up and hovering above you, a hand placed carefully on your waist.
you raised an eyebrow, breaths coming off in irregular, short pants. "wh-what do you mean...?" you stuttered.
"cut the crap, doll. you're acting as if you weren't leering over me before i went for a shower." he whispered, bringing his other hand to your neck, softly grasping it.
it had you whining lewdly, hips bucking up to feel some sort of friction. alas, there was none.
"so fucking needy, baby. have you ever done this before?" he asked you while unzipping your biker pants, struggling to get them off your body.
when he finally did, he grinned, looking at a slightly dark spot on your peachy pink panties.
you shook your head, "uhm, no...b-but i suppose i need it..." you panted, again, what the fuck was that.
toji chuckled, "me neither." he spoke casually, rubbing two fingers against the damp spot.
"don't get me wrong though, princess. i have had experience in fingering a pussy or two, never just fucked em." he rasped, watching a string of your wetness connect his fingers to your panties as he slightly pulled away his hand.
"fuck..." he rasped again, smacking his fingers against your damp panties, rubbing your clothed pussy eith three kf his fingers.
he felt a tiny bulge, a very small one protrude after sometime.
"your clit is so excited hm??" he teased, still rubbing your clothed cunt. it elicited a moan out of you, hips wildly writhing in order to receive some attention to your bare, pink pussy.
toji chortled, pulling the crotch part of your panties before letting it go as it snapped against your sopping wet cunt, and a whine escaped your lips at the smack.
he bit his lower lip before tugging your panties off, leaving your soiled wet cunt exposed for him.
he locked his lips slowly, pressing his thumb onto your clit and watched as more of your wetness oozed down to the mattress, wetting it.
"mmh, perfect. the most perfect pussy i've seen in all my life." he grinned, rubbing your clit eith his thumb. you mewled helplessly; you'd never been fingered by a guy before. it was always you stuffing your own cunt either your fingers but it was never enough.
his warmth breathe on your pussy snapped you back put of your thoughts. his tongue darted out to swipe over your folds, and your hips bucked wildly into the air.
he groaned, pressing a hand down on your tummy, "stop tryna escape." he grumbled, parting your folds with his index and middle fingers.
a low moan escaped his lips at the sight of your sloppy sunt. it was so fucking pink and swollen. and oh fuck, your clit was just the perfect size for him to suckle on.
his mouth attached itself to your clit, suckling it experimentally and it worked. a loud mewl escaped your lips as your thugs began trembling already.
toji found this so fucking hot and continued the assault on your clit.
a finger began prodding at your entrance. he thrust it in, and fuckfuckfuck you were so fucking tight.
"i thought you lied about being a virgin, doll." he groaned, his finger being squeezed tightly by your virgin cunt.
he inserted another finger in when be felt that your cunt was loose enough to fit in another finger. his fat and long fingers abused your cunt all while he suckled on your clit, making you moan so lewdly.
"i'm worried if you can take my cock in." he rasped, giving your clit a final, wet and loud smooch before sitting up.
he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, while the other hand undid the knot on his shorts, pulling it down along with his boxers in one slide.
you gasped at his ridiculously large throbbing length. it was definitely, if not 7 inches, slightly larger than that. the girth was too thick. the veins protruded on his cock.
"like what you see, doll?" he teased, landing a very mean spank to your cunt.
you whined and nodded, legs shutting instinctively as he spanked your poor cunt. your clit was even more redder and larger from all the suckling.
he tapped his dickhead thrice against your swollen clit, rubbing his slit over your clit.
he grunted, pushing deep into your without warning, and it made you moan so loud that he had to slap a hand over your mouth from being too loud.
"shush babygirl, we don't wanna— fuck, let anyone know, right?" he rasped, biting his lower lip.
your gummy walls were sucking him in, making the tip kiss your cervix. he panted heavily, beefy arms pressing into the mattress on the either sides of your head.
he huffed, hips writhing involuntarily against yours and it sent your cunt spasming, sucking him in even more.
"fuck— HAH, that's, h-hot..." he rasped, pulling out all the way till just his tip remained in you, before slamming into you again, his tip perfectly kissing your cervix with each hard thrust.
his thrusts got sloppier in less than two minutes as his dick spasmed in you. he buried his face in between your tits, whimpering like a bitch in heat as his cock spurted more and.lpre precum into you.
your pussy was leaking of his precum more than your slick. he pulled away a little to stare at your face. he looked fucked as ever.
quivering lips, whines escaping those lips, cheeks were tear streaked and his eyes were somewhat red as tears escaped them.
oh god, he looked so fucked out.
"baby, th-this fine ass pussy gonna make me c—UM!" he grunted, hips stilling as he dumped his thick, stringy and hot white cum into your abused cunt.
he whimpered and pulled out, watching the way his dick was still spasming after emptying his balls into you.
he scooped up some excess cum that dripped out of you, smearing it across your cunt before smacking it roughly.
"f-fuck, haven't made you cum, have i?" he rasped and you shook your head.
he hummed, rubbing lazy circles onto your clit and spanking it occasionally.
he spread open your cunt again, leaning down and teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue.
he wrapped his lips around your clit, suckling on it like a baby latching onto his mother for the milk.
he groaned, suckling on your clit while a thumb pressed into your dripping cunt, and that's all it took for you to squirt thick, clear cum onto his face.
he squinted, shutting his eyes closed tightly.
"fuck baby, that was hot..." he whispered, continuing to suckle on your clit.
you whined, hips writhing because of overstimulation against his stupid cocky face.
"one last time, princes. . ." he whispered before nibbling on your clit, getting yoy ready for round two.
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IPKKND SS: Madaari
Madaari - Puppeteer. Trickster. Magician. Conjurer. A street performer who entertains the public by training (torturing) animals to dance.
Trigger Warning: none | Word Count: 2400+
Read Chapter 1
#Chapter 2
Shyam watched the Gupta family fret over Khushi. It was Devi Maiyya’s sign, he had to do away with Khushi Gupta and her family as soon as possible. The strings were too messy, and what if her memory recovered?
He smiled at the paralyzed Shashi Gupta - so much for playing hero for his daughter. Shashi grumbled, tears and rage filling the old eyes but Shyam could only hide a laugh as Garima had to tend to wipe the drool away from Shashi’s face.
That man was never going to be fine, Shyam made sure of it.
The medicines they diligently fed Shashi were his path to a slow, natural, death.
After all he was Khushi’s father, he couldn’t condemn him to a painful death.
Khushi’s heart hurt more than her head. A sharp pain. Arnav was here.
She woke up, looking around, barely remembering the ride to her home. Shyam had assisted her to her room, tucking her neatly and explaining the situation to her family.
She slept even before she knew it.
“He’s not here.” Khushi stiffened as Payal sat next to her, a fresh bandaid and antiseptic bottle in her hand.
“Woh Jiji, I was looking for-” Payal shot Khushi a look, and for the grace of her sister she did not mention the name of the man Khushi was clearly looking for.
For someone who had read Khushi since childhood, Payal Gupta found it no mystery who was the love of her darling sister’s life.
It was definitely not Khushi’s fiancé.
How had Khushi fallen for Arnav, it was beyond her. But Payal had said nothing, fearing that speaking about Khushi’s infatuation with Arnav would flame the fire Khushi’s heart.
So she feigned ignorance.
The rest of the family barely paid heed to Khushi anyway, they never saw her spending hours learning sugar free sweets in the kitchen. They never heard her whisper words in English to herself. They never realized how Khushi inserted Arnav Singh Raizada in every conversation.
“If he cared, he would’ve been here,” Payal emphasized, blowing at the injury on Khushi’s head. Khushi turned away in shame, her secret caught in the open.
She flinched at the sting of the antiseptic.
“He’s engaged.” Payal now whispered, afraid that the Goddess might punish her sister for a mistake her young heart made.
“It’s nothing like that,” Khushi denied the unsaid accusation. Payal could only smile sadly.
“You will be perceived as the other woman, regardless of context,” Payal advised, fixing the bandaid on Khushi's forehead.
“It’s nothing like that,” Khushi repeated, clenching her blanket.
“Khushi, one mistake cannot fix another.” Payal sighed. Her sister truly had the worst luck. Her options were either a doomed romance or a doomed marriage.
A tear rolled down Khushi’s cheek. She loved Arnav. It was a fact that she understood at her worst. He, his feelings, meant the world for her. She had to tell everything to Payal.
For once, Khushi did not want to hold all the burdens in her heart. God knows Khushi needed Payal’s guidance and help now more than ever.
“Jiji” Khushi froze as she saw the reflection on the window in front of her.
Payal didn’t have to look up to know who had been standing all along.
Arnav Singh Raizada
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Lavanya watched Arnav return home, face crumpled in anguish. When she had returned from visiting Khushi earlier in the day, she thought the anguish on her face was a result of the accident.
But with the similar pain on Arnav’s face, she realized physical pain had little strength to heartache.
Her engagement was over before it even began.
It’s ironic that the closer she got to Arnav in societal recognition, the farther away he grew from her.
“Everything will be fine,” Arnav stopped short in his tracks, staring at Lavanya intertwine her hand with his, compassion on her face.
Will everything ever be fine? His world fell beneath his feet when he learned from Akash that Khushi was involved in an accident, and from the conversation between Payal and Khushi, his worst and best dreams came true.
He must be sadistic to feel relief that Khushi was just as miserable in her engagement as he.
The relief was just as strong as finding her safe and healthy.
And to be honest, he was glad her fiancé was not around when he stopped by. He could hardly be trusted these days.
Arnav looked at his own fiancee, and guilt settled in his heart. It was never about Lavanya, was it?
One look at Khushi in her bed, wounded, and he realized that this was the only woman he’d ever feel so intensely for, regardless of the context. So what was he promising Lavanya?
The life his mother lived?
“La,” Lavanya teared up as Arnav took her name far more affectionately than he had over the past few months. She savored and feared as he gently cupped her face, a flicker of tears in his own eyes as well.
Arnav felt a lump in his throat. It was a pity to realize he had been surrounded by the best of women despite being a terrible man.
There was a time where if asked who he could’ve spent a lifetime with, it would be Lavanya Kashyap.
“Arnav, please don’t,” Lavanya whispered. Let Arnav be guilty enough to at least give her a few days of affection before the doom she anticipated. For once he became the ASR she knew.
The one who took her to dates to the fanciest of restaurants, booking the cozy booths where he’d hear her endless frustrations of the press and terrible fashion trends with a barely there smile.
The one who grumbled at every gift she gave him, but had them delicately stored in some corner of his office - be it a paper weight or a Mont Blanc pen. The one who’d often stop by her place for a cup of coffee and an hour of silence as they heard Jazz. The one who’d indulge her when she’d drag to him to dance with her in her quiet apartment, the radio fading as she’d undo his tie while he pulled down the zipper of her dress.
“I am so sorry La,” He whispered, touching his forehead to hers.
“Fuck, they were right.” Lavanya whispered, glad to finally utter an expletive in this house. No one thought they’d last. Most viewed her as Arnav’s latest arm candy - but hell he barely had the time to date and she had believed, so strongly, that what she and Arnav shared was beyond the rumors.
Arnav looked at her in confusion, Lavanya smiled as a tear slipped through.
“The papers. They were right. Everyone was. And the problem is, I won’t be able to justify to anyone that I wasn’t a ‘phase’” Lavanya chuckled, being able to imagine the headlines. How wouldn’t she - marketing and PR was her speciality.
“Fuck the papers. You were a lot more. You are a lot more. It’s precisely why I can’t do this anymore.” Arnav said, wishing for once that he could’ve loved her for her sake.
“You love me La, you always have. I don’t know why, I don’t deserve it. You deserve far more, far better. And don’t mistake this as me making a choice for you. I’m just stating facts. And the thing is the only people who were right about this is, unfortunately, my family. Di knew I was doing this to prove Nani a point. I… fuck… La you can’t be a collateral damage to my feelings.” Arnav confessed, feeling the most defeated in his life.
He had never wanted to be like his father. He had never wanted to hurt another woman.
But just like his father he hurt the first woman who had loved him.
“I know. I know the minute you announced our engagement that you’re going to break up with me. I know you were proving a point” Arnav was surprised, just how much had Lavanya understood?
“The only thing I didn’t realize is who you were proving it to,” Lavanya concluded, stepping away from him.
“La,” Arnav sighed, “I never wanted to,”
“When are you going to tell her?” Lavanya cut him off, alarming him with her question,
Arnav closed his eyes in resignation, “there’s no her,”
“ASR, I’ve always respected you for being an honest man. Don’t change that.” Lavanya’s voice held rage for the first time.
She understood breakups, she did not understand stupidity. Just how many people was Arnav willing to sacrifice as collateral damage just because he could not understand his feelings? Hell, in no universe would Lavanya want Khushi to become the next victim.
“La, this is not the time. I cannot take you fixing my stuff when I’ve barely apologized.” Arnav stated, and he meant it. Khushi was not important right now.
“Oh I’ll make you apologize, don’t worry about it. After all you broke Lavanya Kashyap’s heart and more than that, your family made me wear terrible clothes ninety percent of the time,” Lavanya cracked a pained smile.
Arnav let out a hollow laugh, and held her hand.
“No, ASR, I am serious.” Lavanya pushed his hand aside, “You can’t keep sacrificing people left right and center because you can’t figure things out. You’re an adult, act like one. And don’t think about me because I will hold you accountable for how much you’ve hurt me. But right now, you’re against time. Because as far as I know her you can chase her after she’s married but she won’t break her marriage for you. She’s a good person ASR, a bit too good.” Lavanya said, fixing her face as the rest of the family set into the dining table.
Lavanya was right, no matter what he and Khushi were at this point, he had to be honest to both women.
But above all, he needed to have a serious chat with his family not just about his breakup but about how they’ve been grooming La all along. Yes, he enabled them, but he had to ensure that this could not happen again.
Wasn’t Payal having similar reservations to joining the Raizada family? Mami would give her worse than what Nani handed to Lavanya.
Granted, Akash was going to have a tougher time convincing his mother for a wedding now that Arnav was not getting married - but it was high time his younger cousin fought his own battles as well.
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The family looked at Arnav as he sat at the first table, his face reserve. Devyani rejoiced at Arnav pulling the chair for Lavanya, passing her a smile. Manorama clapped as she watched Lavanya, in her older clothes, settle at the table. Finally, modern clothes were back at Shantivan.
Anjali, though, closed her eyes even before Arnav opened his mouth.
This was not going to be good.
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This was not good, Garima concluded. This had to be Devi Maiyya’s signal that this relationship was not meant to be. First Shashi had a paralytic stroke, now Khushi was nearly saved from the jaws of death, and all these happened right around the corner of Khushi and Shyam’s engagement.
As a mother her heart trembled. She could feel her dead sister bore holes into her back every time Madhumati forced Khushi to accept Shyam as a suitor.
Garima had promised Khushi’s happiness to her dead sister.
Why was Khushi’s happiness not aligning to the one man who could bring stability to her life?
“Amma,” Garima broke from her chain of thoughts and assisted Khushi to the dining table.
“Arrey, you should’ve just called for me!” Garima admonished Khushi, fixing a warm shawl around Khushi’s shoulders. Was it just her or had Khushi grown older over the past few days?
Shyam wheeled Shashi to the dining table and sat next to Madhumati. Payal sat by Khushi’s side, nodding gently to her. What were the sisters thinking?
“I have something to tell you all.” Khushi said.
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“What? Why?” Devyani cried, she had grown to love Miss Kashyap! Yes it took her time to understand that beneath the modernity she despised, was a heart of gold she had grown to love!
“Nani, I will say this for once and only once. Lavanya deserves a lot more than what I can give. I cannot subject her to what,” maa went though. Arnav broke off, the questions over the past half hour hitting his head. Anjali was hugging Lavanya, an angry ‘I told you so’ in her eyes.
For the first time Anjali acknowledged she failed as a sister, that she had not stepped into her mother’s shoes at all. And she made no lack in conveying so to her brother.
Arnav accepted all the blame.
Perhaps Nani was right that day, he was closer to his father than he thought.
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“Jiji told me something that has just set itself in my heart.” Khushi began, her eyes misting.
“It is so important to look at who is with us when we’re going through our worst times. And with us, actively doing things to help us. That, is an indicator of a companion far more than any fantasy.” Khushi continued, her reality becoming clear as Shyam wiped the drool from Shashi’s mouth with the gentleness of a son.
He was unfazed when Shashi spit up the food onto Shyam’s sleeve. There was not a single trace of disgust on his handsome face. How did she never see this?
“Shyam ji,” Shyam looked at Khushi, stunned at the beauty of her soft smile, “I am so sorry.”
“Haye re Nandkisore!” Madhumati interrupted, fearing the worst. The girl couldn’t be thinking of breaking her engagement could she?
“I am so sorry for not seeing you,” Khushi apologized, tears flowing as her smile grew wider, “you have been there. Always. When I needed rescuing from the goons, when I needed a job, when Buaji needed help in this house, when Babuji faced a stroke. Devi Maiyya has been constantly showing me the truth but I was just unable to see it.” Khushi wiped her tears and shot him the biggest smile she had.
“So yes, to answer the question you had posed on the night you decorated my house as if the stars had been here." Khushi reminisced the day he gave her jalebis and promised her companionship. How could she have been so blind?
"Yes, I will marry you. Not for the sake of my father. Not for the sake of the society. Not for the sake of Buaji. But for myself.”
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A/N: Yes, I am very evil. Enjoy :D
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#jalebi writes#ipkknd#ipkknd ff#ipkknd: madaari#yes I am very evil#count this as what if everything went wrong
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“Unse mohabbat kamaal ki hoti hai, jinka milna qismat mei nahi hota”
Jalebi (2018) dir. Pushpdeep Bhardwaj
#desiblr#desi tag#desi#desi tumblr#desi aesthetic#movieblr#jalebi#rhea chakraborty#bollywood movies#bollywood#love story
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in heaven right now
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shoutout to all the gujjus!
મને તો થાય છે સ્વીકારી લઈએ હાર,
પણ પછી મેં વટથી ખાધેલા સવા સો ગ્રામ ગાંઠિયાનું શું?
Comment or reblog if you're gujju, let's have a સ્નેહમિલન
#for all those gujju friends#proud gujju#fafda jalebi#garba#undhiyu#khaman dhokla#chhas#thepla ane choondo#shyam writes#radha ka shyam
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So someone (aka me) got to interview Vishal (as in Deva from Chand Jalne Laga)
youtube
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Give it a watch and lemme know 😊
(Idk whom to tag)
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DIY Jalebi
Jalebi – the deep-fried pretzel-like sweet from India, is well-celebrated among food lovers. Across the Indian sub-continent, it is readily available at sweet shops, restaurants, and street carts.
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sew-much-to-do: a visual collection of sewing tutorials/patterns, knitting, diy, crafts, recipes, etc.
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satoru who can’t handle it when you ride him. always turning into a cute mess because you look so hot on top of him <3
baby don't stop gojo satoru
cw : smut, whiney satoru, squirting, slight degradation, overstimulation, not proofread.
a/n : i absolutely loved writing this 😋👋🍑
"s-satoru!" you whined, nails digging into his back as you rode him, hips stuttering every now and then.
he moaned from under you, toes curled and fingers dug into your hips, his own hips rutting upwards to fuck into you.
"such a slut..." he rasped, smacking an asscheek, moaning when your cunt squeezed around him.
"such a nasty pussy...squelching so good for me, innit?" he rasped, looking at the way your tits were jiggling with each bounce in front of his face.
"nghhh only for you, baby..." you whimpered, nails scratching all over his back, hips shamelessly slapping against his, wet and filthy sounds resonating in the room.
"gonna cumcumcumcum—" satoru whined, hips stilling in the air as he filled you with his thick, velvety hot seed.
he thrust upward one last time spilling the last of his cock's content into you.
his chest was heaving as he panted heavily, taking in the heavenly sight of you and your large tits, still bouncing as you chased your high.
he whined and held your hips tightly, "mmh— b-baby too much, s-stop—" he stammered, cock twitching wildly into you.
you simply moaned and didn't stop, bouncing and bouncing on his dick, feeling it brush your g-spot so often.
satoru mewled, gripping the sides of your waist tightly, eyes rolling to the back of his head.
"y-you're gonna milk me dry— fuck, b-baby!" he half yelled, eyes glistening with tears as he slowly realized that he was overstimulated.
you kept on riding him, hips slamming against his in a very rough pace, head tilted back as whimpers escaped your lips, tits jiggling on satoru's face.
he but his lower lip so hard that it almost bled, eyes crossing as your cunt spasmed around his dick.
his eyes saw white before he grunted, orgasming again but barely a few drops of his last semen spilled into you, painting your walls white.
it didn't take long enough for you to squirt over his dick, becoming a babbling hot mess, so was satoru.
"baby— ah, h-hurts so good." he whimpered, watching as you kept riding him, thick clear cum spraying like a showerhead all over his dick and abdomen, some even onto his chest.
he panted heavily, pushing you off his dick. he groaned, then pulled you in for a steamy hot kiss, body tangling into each other's as he once again shoved in his fingers into you, moaning at the way your pussy felt so fucking full of his cum.
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a/n : it'll take me longer to actually understand a request and write it on that specific basis—
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© 2023 @b4nka1 ;; do not imitate.
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hi! do you know what happened to JalebiJane who wrote the fanfic 'Khushi'? she also went by Inked or MayaHill - any leads will be appreciated
Hi!
You really don't know how much time and effort I spent in the past few months trying to reach her! 😭 And I am glad someone's in the same boat as me 😅
Well,
Her last ongoing fanfictions were Pallavi and Chandani, which were both put on halt because she said on IndiaForums that she was going to start a new academic course and her preliminary prep was too much for her to juggle writing along with it.
• Her website had licence/ownership of the space till 2020 and she didn't renew it ; because the domain is free now 😞
• She was going to start an Arnav - Khushi fanfiction after the 11th anniversary celebration. But before that could happen she put everything on hold.
• I tried the email that she had asked people to contact her from her old IF posts but even that is not functional now.
So....we can either create an IF post asking other readers if they have any clue or continue to re-read a fraction of her beautiful novels still available on her IF account (which btw shows her last visited date as July 2021). Phew!
#ipkknd#arshi#fanfiction author#jalebi jane#mayahill#the fanfiction girlies#iss pyaar ko kya naam doon#india forums#sos#where are thou sister
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Guess who dreamt up a FIC sequel full of FEELZ and ANGST and happily ever after????
Vibes:
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hooo this one's a lot so it gets its own post
a gooniverse-centric attack for @mangocitrusart (falooda), @meetimeeti (jalebi), and @lonesome-ocean (konpeito)!
text-free version under the cut
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Jalebi, 2018.
#desi women#poets on tumblr#women writers#authors#poetry#spilled poetry#literature#poetic#writeaway#booklover#jalebi#bollywood movies#bollywoodlovers#bollywood#ayesha#Spotify
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Wahaj Ali to the Rescue…
I have been in a Kdrama slump having barely watched 3 dramas so far. Dropped 2 and one is ongoing. I have been watching a lot of crime and dark series in British and American TV. Farzi is the only Hindi series I have watched in this new year and I loved it 😍
I have been craving good series from the subcontinent and asked a few folks on twitter to recommend Pakistani dramas. I haven’t watched them in last 7-8 years. So after 3 dramas, I started watching Tere Bin and got totally bowled over by Wahaj Ali’s Murtasim!
So I hunted for more dramas of his and am currently watching Mujhe Pyaar Hua Tha which is also currently airing and his 2021 drama Ishq Jalebi. I’m so impressed by his acting, screen presence, charisma and charm with a capital C! The current craze behind him is reminiscent of the craze behind Fawad Khan a decade ago when people discovered Humsafar and Zindagi Gulzar Hain. There is none like Fawad and he is an eternal favourite, but I’m totally falling for each and ever character that Wahaj is essaying with such finesse and panache.
Be it the proud and arrogant but hopelessly in love Murtasim
Be it the soft hearted, reticent Saad who harbours one-sided love for Maheer (literally watching MHPT only for him, cause the show is an utter disaster of a melodrama that reminds me why I don’t watch many series from the sub continent)
Or my favourite character of his right now - Basim from Ishq Jalebi. Basim is so flawed - he is immature, impulsive, stubborn, a tad selfish, sometimes a man child and even carries an inferiority complex but once he realises he is in love with Bela , he fights for it like no one’s business. His comic timing and dialogue delivery is impeccable - his dynamic with his parents is best part of the drama after his lovely, soft chemistry with the female lead Mahida. Her soft spoken, caring , mature Bela is the perfect foil to Basim. The drama is also so wholesome with fun characters that there isn’t a single moment of boredom! It reminded me of my favourite Marathi show Eka Lagnachi Goshta (The story of a marriage).
Wahaj Ali is playing 3 absolutely different characters in the 3 dramas of his that am watching simultaneously and I cannot believe it’s the same actor. The mannerisms, the voice modulation, the gait , the look is completely different. That’s the hallmark of a great actor ! Colin Firth, Fawad Khan, Kim Seon Ho were my biggest actor crushes that gave the most epic characters in history of TV viewing and now Wahaj has entered this elite list. Actors when they are on my screen, I can’t take my eyes off the screen.
Wahaj Ali has saved my 2023 TV viewing cause I have seen his filmography and his drama arc is so similar to Fawad’s that I can’t wait to watch his dramas. Fawad’s Ashar & Zaroon, Wahaj’s Murtasim and Basim are all heavily flawed characters and yet both these actors have made us ladies swoon and fall in love with them thanks to their amazing acting abilities and effortless performance. It’s an added bonus that his voice , his mischievous smile and the look in his eyes when he is in love is totally swoon worthy!
So until I find the right Kdrama again, this space will be reserved to obsess over the awesomeness of Wahaj Ali 😉
#wahaj ali#Ishq jalebi#tere bin#mujhe pyaar hua tha#Murtasim#basim#Saad#colin firth#pride and prejudice bbc series#fitzwilliam darcy#kim seon ho#startup kdrama#han ji pyeong#fawad khan#zaroon#zindagi gulzar hai#pakistani drama#romantic heroes
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Pet Peeves in ITV
- bringing back an ex
- suddenly presenting family to a character who was written and portrayed as being isolated
- intense religious vibes (in a non religious show)
- where the female lead is ALWAYS right, even at her stupid best
- bringing back an ex AFTER being married to FL
- man marrying two people
- two women fighting for one man
- fizzling out of romance/thriller/whatever the core genre is
- shows not taking the plot that’s right out in front and choosing every other stupid plot in the world
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