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lokiandbuckysdoll · 10 months

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Alright So the request i wanna make is a loki x plus!size reader i was thinking that the reader is a villain and she is very hard to capture but the avengers get her and put her in a cell with loki she is a bit of a bich and very mean when she has enemies and sassy to let's just say when the avengers hear her full name they know who her father is and his reputation let's just say her father was very evil and had a lot of enemies and they say she act's a lot like her father and they convince loki and the reader to join the avengers they say they can have a normal life and (i forgot to mention when they capture the reader she threatens to kill them but they said she can't escape) so her and loki become close and loki at the end idmits he love's the reader like love love's her like he would die for her she feels the same they get their happy ending. (I really don't know how it ends Sorry if it's long)

Hi darling! sorry this took me forever to write. I hope you like it though! And thanks to @springdandelixn for helping me with writing this! Love you bubba!🩵

Where the journey takes us

You've been stuck in the hell hole for a year, perhaps more, but you've lost track of the days. After assisting Loki in the Battle of New York, you were imprisoned with him in Asgard.

The guards would come early every morning before the sun rose, checking every cell and giving each one the most unpleasant-looking meal. After that, they wouldn’t return to do their nightly checks until the evening when darkness came. To say your days were boring was an understatement. Hell, you shouldn't even be here.

After having aided Loki, you had snuck off to the spot your father had told you to meet him at. Yet your father never arrived. Typical of him since you were never his "legacy child". The only reason you were in New York was solely for him. He wanted you to prove how far you would go to help him and his empire.

So you set out that faithful day to prove your allegiance, yet you couldn't fulfill your goal as the alien portal opened in the sky, causing terror to inflict in the city. This causes you to join the fight with a man named Loki. With the sole sentiment that this would make your father finally proud of you.

By the end, you lost, and the mighty Avengers won. They were deciding what to do with the both of you. The oaf, as you grew to call him Thor, suggested you'd better be suited to stay in Asgard as you helped Loki in the battle.

You cursed them all, declaring that you’ll get your revenge, Yet Tony Stark made a remark “ With your bulky figure and your daddy's reputation, I doubt you'll get far” This set your blood boiling and almost broke the restraints that held your hands together.

Loki was no better in your travels to Asgard. He hardly spoke to you after the battle and never once showed an ounce of appreciation. After you were sentenced by Odin, you knew you'd never see freedom again.

However, Loki somehow managed to slowly be more vocal toward you. He figured he might as well try to talk to you as you both were stuck here. You did not make it easy on him, though. You always had a snarky remark to say. He’d get annoyed with your antics yet provoke you simultaneously.

Not to mention your cell just happened to be right next to Loki’s. It made it all the easier to piss the other one off.

On rare occasions, when you two were not in a bickering match, he'd sometimes sit next to the wall that divided your cells and cast his illusion into yours. He showed little tricks he could do, but like how all your other bickering started, he would say a snarky remark which then made the two of you go at it again with arguing.

The day the Dark Elves attacked Asgard was the day Frigga died protecting Thor's lover. You remember hearing Loki disagree with her earlier in the day. You were not sure what it was about but the way his tone was when yelling was one that you had never heard him use before. This one was a tone that was filled with hurt and pain.

A week had passed and you had yet to hear from him. You knew he was still in his cell as you could hear him trying to silence his pain. You felt his rage as he threw his things around hitting the walls. You finally broke the silence one night.

"Loki" you yelled into the air as if he would appear, you were not sure why you even wanted to talk to him yet you felt like you needed to. A few minutes passed by before his illusion appeared. "What!" he roared with pure annoyance. You rolled your eyes at his antics. " Read to me" he looked confused upon your request. " Is this why you disturb my peace, to read to a quim like you!" he got even more annoyed.

You only asked him to read because he had let it slip in the past that he loves to read when his emotions get too much for him. With him losing his mother you thought maybe him reading to you would help him with the grief and loss. After a few more minutes of arguing back in forth, he caved in.

That night was how your bond if you call it, began to grow. Soon after that, your bickering and arguments began to die down and turned into civil conversations. On the days he needed to escape, He would read to you for what felt like hours with one of the numerous books his mother had given him to pass the time. Those days were the ones you grew to enjoy. His voice was angelic when he read one of his dearest books. His face was ever so stunning, eyes captivating. You'd forget it was an illusion.

You'd sit and listen, you would also confess to him about your father, and he'd listen. Exceptionally rarely would he talk about Odin. Though he fondly told you about Frigga many times, which you loved, she sounded like the mother you wished you had.

During this time, you both fell for one another and spent hours on end talking, laughing, and even crying to each other. Some of the other prisoners had told you to shut up most nights. Neither of you listened to their demand.

It wasn't until one day, Thor came up with a proposition for you both. You'd both accompany him to Earth to fight and if neither of you played tricks and tried not to escape, you were granted freedom.

You both immediately agreed because the two of you had nothing else to lose, and you had the chance to just be free. That night during one of your late-night chats Loki made you realize something about yourself. You had always lived in your father's shadow wanting to be just like him. Always trying to prove something as if you were just like him, when in fact you were not like him.

You didn't commit crimes like him nor treat people as he did. The truth was you played a facade afraid of what he would think if you did not follow in his lead. As soon as you return to earth you would finally live your life the way you wanted to, not in your father’s shadow or living up to expectations.

So the battle came, fighting Thanos was an exhausting and powerful struggle. Everyone fought with everything they had, tooth and nail by the end of it, victory was made. You knew this was not the end, though, for once again, you met the Avengers in the aftermath, and they kept their guard up as they remembered their last interaction with you.

Although you did fight with them, they didn't know if your intentions were the same as your last interaction with them. Sure enough, when the smoke cleared, you had a civil conversation with them and reassured them you'd changed and did not want to cause any harm. You somewhat cleared things up with Tony and in return, he offered you a makeshift bedroom in the Stark Tower for the time being.

As you lay down to rest, you couldn't help but have your mind wonder about what you wanted to do next. You've gone through quite a lot and hadn't the time to really process anything. Your thoughts were interrupted when a knock on your door brought you out of your head. You did not expect anybody to be visiting you at this hour or at all.

As you walked to the door you felt a little on edge as you reached for the handle. When you opened the door to your surprise, there stood Loki. You could tell something was troubling him, and hesitantly you opened the door wider, inviting him in. Silence quickly unfolded over the two of you.

You were about to ask what he needed when all of a sudden, his hand came up and cupped your face. You locked your gaze with his. He briefly looked down at your lips before he leaned down and kissed you.

His lips were soft as they kissed you, but panic set in, and you pushed him away. “What the hell!” you took a step back to create distance between you two. “What was that, Loki?”

“I believe it's called a kiss, darling” he smirked, seeing how the pet name made your cheeks tint a light pink.

“No shit, it was a kiss, but why?” you crossed your arms.

“I know you’re quite stubborn, but I didn't think you were unaware” he walked closer to you and saw the confusion written on your face. “I love you, y/n”, he confessed. Your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest at the way it was beating at his confession.

Your mouth opened and words flew out before you had the chance to process what you said. “ Pft, yeah right. You can't love someone you don't know especially someone like me.” You looked away from him.

" Surely spending months next to each other in a cell, while bonding over our traumas should be classified as getting to one another." he laughs as you roll your eyes. " You cannot tell me that you don't feel the energy between the two of us. When you say someone like you, please do not refer to your looks. In my eyes you are the most beautiful woman, every inch and curve of your body I wish to worship and kiss even if I have to get down on my knees. " he walks closer to you and you feel your breath hitch when he places his hands on your wide hips.

You place the palm of your hands on his chest, and you look him in the eyes " I can't lie and say I don't feel anything for you, but things are complicated. We want different things and I'm afraid to love you and then lose you." Loki moves his left hand from your hip to your cheek. " I want you and that means I'll follow you wherever you go" You tilted your head up and kissed him this time, and you moved your hands from his chest to his face. When you pulled back you rested your forehead agist his. " let's see where the journey takes us"

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cursed-40k-thoughts · 10 months

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If I could have my way we would have Guardsman Saltt Biche, who is the imperiums most wondrous poster boy. Captain America style. Full on deepthroating the boot and butchering bad guys and freaks who are freaks because they aren’t human. Tyranids, Drukhari and Chaos have fallen to his mighty might. He has escaped from craft worlds and tomb worlds, and survived bloody but unbroken after all his comrades died on countless occasions. Finally the grizzled soldier is given the chance of a billion lifetimes; an audience with his beloved and beautiful god, the badass muscle man of gold, the Emperor! The months leading up to the day are filled with such zealous excitement and creamy religious ecstasy that even the daemons don’t approach his ship mid transit. At last the day comes. He is lead through the revered halls, to the chamber, and even permitted to gaze upon the royal form. His response is instant.

“Ew… what the hell is that? You guys knows there’s like. Some kind of shriveled alien skeleton in here?

A nearby Custodian died of violent stroke, while the others all tear at Perfect Guardsman Biche till he is naught but a fine mist.

His soul gets to the warp and all four chaos gods are laughing too hard to eat it. He doesn’t know what just happened

This feels bizarrely, plausibly like the plot of an Ian Watson novel. If you dialled up the horny factor this man could be a Watson protagonist

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champagnepadre · 1 month

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Fatimaaaaaa how are you bith awww I missed you I just remembered my old tumblr password and I had flashbacks of you listening you and I in the bathroom lmao, what have you been up to this past years 🤧🤧🤧

omggggg dis is crazy cuz I just commented on a 1d TikTok n somebody calling me fatimaam this past week djdjdkek wow thank u for thinking of me 🥹 I am doing pretty good ummm I been thru a lot of life tings…. Realizing things…. Real eyes realize real eyes 🧍🏻‍♀️

Tbh w u my life been a bit mf rough but also beautiful 😗 like I live in richmond va working as an independent contractor for instacart sjekdkdk I do not have a boss or coworkers so tht cool but in general I’ve been making my coins and being in the shadows minding my business 🫣 but idk with this twilight saga eclipse (2024) coming up I feel a change is coming bith… like time to get out de shadows n be seen ! I wanna take my online presence srsly like I naturally did as a teenager cuz I’m 25 now and I’m a cool bich like I be in de gym n listening to cowboy carter on repeat n shi n idk my kid I feel I should just share my story n who I am to ppl again like de fact u still care about wat my ass up to so inspiring to me! God bless but ye anyway I do believe there hope for a better world n the uglies need to be called out n I c it slowly happening ! Free Palestine n God help de ppl suffering rite now in this mf economies! 🙏🏼💙

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e642 · 6 days

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Cette journée m'agace. Donc je vais me plaindre. Déjà j'ai mal dormi, pour changer. J'me suis réveillée avec la nausée. Ma mère m'a parlé du fait qu'elle espérait mourir bientôt et que ma peau était dégueulasse à 8h du mat. Non je dis pas que ya une heure pour en parler mais 8h c'est tôt pour ce genre de déclarations. J'ai pris le train, j'étais à côté d'un mec insupportable, vraiment à un moment il m'a parlé en me disant "tu regardes quoi sur ton téléphone ?". J'étais à deux doigts de répondre que je cherchais un moyen de faire disparaitre un corps. Finalement, j'ai répondu "I don't speak french" en inclinant mon tél pour qu'il voit bien que si si, je parle bien français mais que je décrocherai pas un mot. Ensuite, j'ai pris le tram, il est tombé en panne. J'ai marché. Jsuis allée faire quelques courses, c'était lourd. Jsuis arrivée à mon immeuble, plus d'ascenseur. 7 étages. Je suis rentrée à nice parce que cet aprem je dois aider une meuf de mon groupe à réviser des stats. Elle vient de me répondre, à 12h16 après lui avoir spécifié de manière parfaitement imbuvable j'étais pas à sa disposition. Elle s'est plaint en plus, en mode qu'elle était fatiguée, mais très bien, je m'en pète un rein que tu sois crevée ma biche, juste utilise tes doigts pour répondre entre deux scroll de reels creux. Puis mon mec a cette habitude désagréable de répondre à 1 message sur 3. Bien sûr soit c'est le premier, soit c'est celui avec un point d'interrogation. Jsais pas, ça le met en déficit calorique de tout lire ? Son cerveau est en surface de réflexion et d'infos ? (Question rhétorique évidemment).

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lexicorp · 8 months

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Featuring two ocs, some random biches, and guest stars lol

Gonna do more of course, there's not just 8 days buuut dis is wot I have so far

#cringetober #art challenge #the oncler #winter king #heterochromia #self insert #more trollish tho #unnecessarily complex outfit #angel x demon #mock ms paint #neko #pinterest art base #tumbler sexy man #so many of these are just ridiculous #then theres rieol having a crisis

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thakurjisworld · 1 year

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Maulana Ki Biwi Shiv Bhakt Se Chudi Part-2

Namaste dosto me app sab ka Shiv Bhakt AKSHAY THAKUR (THAKURJI) aap sabhi ne meri story ko jo response diya hai uske liye shukriya. Land ki pyasi sabhi muslima jinone muje age ki kahani likhne ki request ki unke liye ye part leke aya hu. Abhi age.

Bhare hue badan ki malkin Muslima Heena apne Maulana pati ke bistar me nangi ho ke ek Hundu land se chuda leti hai uska pura gora badan aur gulabi nipples bhi laal ho gaye the. Wo thak ke padi hui thi. Us din us pakiza naqabi ko ek Shiv Bhakt HINDU ke land ki takad ka andaja ho gaya.

Me: thak gayi Heena begum

Heena: ha malik thak ke chur ho gayi hu… ek asli mard ki takad ajma li hai mene aaj… iske liye allah muje jahannam de to bhi kabool hai.

Me: abhi to jaannat ki sair kar li na?

Heena: ji malik aapne sach me jannat dikha di jo hamare cut mulle nahi dikha paye kabhi.

Me: agar meri sunegi to har din jannat ka maja milega

Heena: Malik aaj se Heena apki hai.. jab marji ho ajana me kabhi mana nahi karugi

Me: me nahi tu ayegi randi ek kutiya ki tarah mujse chudne apna ye bhara hua badan leke.

Heena: jo aap kahe malik… me apki kutiya banugi apki randi aapki rakhel aur apki chinal banugi. …aaj se aap is naqabi badan ke malik hai.

Uski bato ne aur badan ko dekh ke me firse uttejit ho gaya. Aur use land chusne legaya. Usne bhi land bohot chav se chusa aur chata jiss wo khadaho gaya. Fir use ek aur baar choda uske pati Maulana ke bistar me. Aur wo bhi bade maje se chudwa rahi thi mere Hindu land se. Aur apne cut land wale pati aur rishtedaro ko galiya de rahi thi itne din is sukun se pare rakhne ke liye.

Hamari chudai ke nishan uske bhare hue gore badan pe dikh rahe the. To usne bataya wo sambhal legi waise bhi uska pati nahi hai do din. Fir me apne kapde pehen ke ghar agaya kyuki uski beti ane wali thi.

Raat ke 12 baje mere gharki bell baji mene darwaja khola to Heena burkha pehnne samne khadi thi Uske hath me bartan tha.

Heena: malik apke jane ke baad jo sukun bhari nind ayi hai muje aaj tak nahi ayi thi.

Me: ajao andar aur sukun milega fir

Heena: haai alla aap to jaan leloge me to bas apko biryani dena ayi thi. Me so rahi thi to Zareen ko laga me bimar hu isliye usne banayi hai mene socha apne itni mehnat ki hai aapko deke aau.

Hum fir mere ghar me gaye usne bataya uski beti zareen so gayi hai. Zareen ek naqabi alima hai jo apne baap jaise kattar hai par mujse kabhi kabhi baat kar leti hai. Fir mene use pehle nanga ho ke muje biryani parosne bola aur usne bhi zat se hukum ka palan kiya. Mene bhi apne kapde utare aur dining table pe baith gaya. Heena jab biryani parosne zuki mene uska ek stan pakad ke use sehlane laga.

Heena: aahahaa haiii… apki pyas nahi buji

Me: tum Muslima ho itni khubsurat aur ye bahre hue mulayam stan ki malkin kya kare pyas badti ja rahi hai.

Heena: ye to apke hai abhi jab man kare inhe le lena. Abhi pehle khana kha lijiye.

Wo jaise hi baju me baithne lagi mene use niche baithne bola aur uske baal pakad ke uska muh mere land ke pas le gaya. Wo samaj gayi aur mere land pe apni jaban ka jadu chalane lagi. Bade chav se mera adha khada land chat chat ke khada kar diya aur fir gotiya aur chamdi chat aur chusne lagi.

Me: tuje bohot shauk hai land chatne ka randi?

Heena: ha malik aur aapka to bohot swadhist hai

Wo firse chusne lagi. Me najara dekh ke khus ho gaya uski alima beti ke hato ki biryani kha raha tha aur ye naqabi bhare hue badan ki maulana ki biwi jamin pe mare pairo me bath ke land chus rahi thi.

Mene apna pair uske pairo ke bich me rakha to usne pair faila diye abhi uski najuk chut mere pair ke anguthe se masal raha tha aur wo mera land chuste hue muje akhe badi karke muje dekh rahi thi. Mana anguthe se uski chit jororse masalna suru kiya. Uski akho me asu ane lage par ho chusti rahi. Mene uska sar pakad ke apne land pe dabane laga aur apna land uske gale tak jane ke baad waise hi rakha. Aur fir kuch der me uske muh me zad gaya. Fir uska sar choda to wo hafne lagi.

Me uski lalwani chut me anguta ragadte hue apna khana kha raha tha aur wo hafte hue hi mera land chat chat ke saf kar rahi thi. Isi bich wo ekdum se ruk gayi aur mere land ko kas ke pakad liya. Me samaj gaya uski uttejna sima pe pohoch gayi hai. Mene apna pura anguta uski chut me dalke masal diya aur wo akhe band karke “yaa aallhaa haai“ karke chillane lagi. Aur do min me pani nikal gaya.

Heena: Malik abhi bhi apki chudai se dard ho raha hai….fir bhi apne pani nikal diya bina chode.

Me: aurat ki chut gili karne ke liye uski chudai karna jaruri nahi.

Heena: kash ye hamare katwo ko pata hota par fir bhi unme hamari garmi nikalne ka dum nahi rehta.

Me: isiliye tuj jaisi muslima hamare bistar me ati hai

Heena: sahi kaha malik. Ek hi chudai me ye naqabi muslima ek Alima ki maa aur Maulana ki biwi ek Kafir ke ghar me uske pav tale baith apke Hindu land ki gulami karne tayar hai.

Mera khana ho gaya aur hath dhoke wapas aya to heena ek patni jaise meri plate utha ke kitchen me ja ke dho rahi thi. Thande pani se dhote wakt uske nange badan pe kate agae mene jake uski gand pe apne land ragda aur stan masalne lag gaya taki use garmi mile.

Heena: yaaha aallha aap to meri jaan hi leloge

Me: kya bol rahi thi subha me tum muslima kuch bhi sambhal sakti ho.

Heena: tab muje pata nahi tha asli Hindu land ki takad. Ek kafir se bas ek baar chudwa ke meri barso ki pyas buji hai abhi to me har din chudna chahugi apke chamdidar land se.

Me: subha me apne pati ke bistar me chudi hai abhi tuje me apne bistar me choduga.

Heena : Malik aaj jane to muje aram ki jarurat hai kaal me khud ajaugi apka bistar garam karne.

Mene uske nipples marod diye

Heena: yaaahhaa alla sss

Me: tune to bola tha me malik hu is badan ka jo chahiye kar sakta hu

Heena sir niche zuka ke bas kaam karti rahi.

Me: to samaj le agar tuje is land se chudwana hai to meri gulam meri rakhel banke rehna hoga. Jo me boluga wo karna hoga. Manjur hai to thik hai nahi to chali ja apne katwo ke paas.

Heena: nahi mailk apke chamdi wale land se dur mat kijiye muje…aap kya chahte ho.

Me: me chahta hu jabtak tera pati nahi ata tu mere samne nangi rahe aur me man marji tere is khubsurat badan ka maja le saku.

Heena: mai bhi subha se bas yahi soch rahi hu ke agar Kafir se chud hi rahi hu to tumhe is naqabi badan pe pura hak de du. Bas Zareen ko jane do uske bad ye naqabi pakiza namazi momina apki hai.

Mene uski gardan chatte hue kaha

Me: teri bate muje aur uksa rahi hai abhi to mera land chudai se hi shant hoga.

Heena: malik sach keh rahi hu waha bohot dard ho raha hai. Puri chut suji hui hai apke chamdidar land ne phad ke rakhi hai meri chut.

Me: thik hai chut nahi teri gand mari jaigi aaj

Heena: tauba tauba ye aap kya keh rahe hai. Me waha nahi le sakti.

Me: kyu teri gand kabhi nahi mari kisi ne

Heena: nahi mailk wo namard chut ki pyas nahi buja sakte to waha kya karege.

Me: acchi baat hai aaj teri gand ka udgathan karte hai.

Fir me use apne bistar pe le gaya. Use khadi rakh ke bistar pe zukaya aur oil dal ke uski gand ko sehlane laga. Sath hi uske stan bhi sehla raha tha.

Heena: ya allaha aap jitne pyar se mere naqabi badan ko sehla rahe ho pehle kisi ne nahi sehlaya. Muje aur bhi pyar ane laga hai aap pe…..ya allah muje maaf karde me ek Kafir se pyar kar baithi hu par tere bando me na wo mardangi hai na hi ye pyar isliye aaj se meri har dua me bas ye Kafir ka chamdi dar land hoga.

Uski bato se me aur excite ho raha tha use ye pata tha shayad. Usne apne mulayam hatho se mera land sehlana suru kiya. Mene uski gand me ungli dalke ander tak oil lagaya aur fir do ungliyu se gand faila raha tha. Heena tilmila rahi thi.

Mene fir apne land pe oil lagaya. Ek hath se uski gardan pakad li taki wo jyada hile nahi aur fir apna land uski gand pe rakh ke ander dalne laga. Wo bohot tight tha isliye mene jordar dhakka mara

Heena: yaaa alllhaa… haai mar gayi… nikalo use bahar me nahi le sakti aaahhaaa haai alla jaan leloge kya.

Me ruk gaya aur use shant karne laga age jhuk ke uske gardan aur gal chumne laga.

Heena: muje maaf kardo me nahi le sakti aapka land waha. Bohot bada hai shayad isiyiye hame kafiro se dur rakha jata hai. Yaah aalaa me to mar jaugi aaj

Mene kuch der bas use chuma aur shant hone diye mera land waise hi uski gand me tha. Fir thodi der wo shant hone ke baad mene firse pelna chalu kiya jyada takad ke sath aur wo fir se chillane lagi.

Heena: mar gayi alla bacha le apni momina ko. Tu insan hai ya janwar. Maar dalega kya abh.

Wo bas bolti rahi aur me uski gand chodta raha. 10 min baad wo shanti se mera sath dene lagi. Fir me uske stan pakad ke jor jor se pelne laga aur wo bas siskiya lene lagi. Karib bis min chodne ke baad mene apna pani uski gand me chod diya. Aur uske upar let gaya. Uske nipple marod ke fir uske gulabi hoth chumne laga.

Heena: aaj malik rehem karo.

Me: abhi malik bol rahi hai pehle kya bol rahi thi kafir janwar.

Heena: maaf kardo malik dard me thi.

Mene land uski gand se bahar nikala aur wo thak ke bistar ke baju me jamin pe baith gayi. Mere land pe uska khun aur mera maal laga hua tha. Aur mene uska sir pakad ke mere land ke paas laya aur apne land se uski mang bhar di.

Me: le tu abhi meri randi biwi ban gayi hai. Abhi chat ke saf karde ise.

Heena: ye to meri khush kismati hai malik.

Me: tuje apne malik se ulta baad karne saja milegi.

Heena: kaisi saja malik?

Me: kaal se tu ek namaz to mere samne padegi wo bhi nangi. Aur dua me mera land mangegi jo tuje wahi diya jaiga aur use chuse bagair tu namaj puri nahi kar sakti.

Heena: ji malik apki ye rakhel biwi naqabi momina Heena kaal se doper ki namaj apke samne nangi Hooke padugi aur ek nahi har namaj me meri dua me bas apka chamdidar land hoga uske baad hi akhri sajde ma jaugi.

Me: shabash randi.

Wo fir se mera land chat ke saaf karne lagi. Use land chatne me bohot maja ata tha bade chav se chatti thi. Me ek aur baar chodna chahta tha par wo gid gidane lagi isliye nahi choda us raat aur wo apna burkha daal ke chali gayi.

Dusre din uski beti jane ke baad me uske ghar gaya. Aur mere ate hi wo samaj gayi aur nangi ho ke mere godh me ake baith gayi. Me uske stan sehla ke chus raha tha.

Heena: aapne muje ek din me apni rakhel biwi bana liya hai. Kaal se bas apka khayal hai meri zehen me.

Me: tera khubsurat badan bhi muje subha se kuch kaam karne nahi de raha.

Hum yu hi bate kar rahe the aur fir uske pati ke bistar me le ja ke ek baar chod diya. Is baar usne apne aap ko puri tarah mere hawale kar diya tha isliye me use aur berehmi se choda. Chudai khatam karke hum wahi pade rahe aur uske namaj ka wakt hua. Mene use uska wada yaad dilaya.

To usne nagi reh ke chadar bicha di aur waise hi namaj padne lagi me bistar se uske khubsurat badan ko dekhta raha aur ye dekh ke wo sharma rahi thi. Dua ke wakt wo meri taraf dekhti rahi.

Heena: ya allaha muje har din ye chamdidar land nasib ho bas yahi meri dua kabol kar do.

Me uth ke uske paas gaya aur uske hatho me pana land rakh diya wo meri akho me dekh ke use sehla rahi thi aur chat rahi thi. Uski ada dekh ke mera land puri tarah tan gaya. Fir me piche ho gaya aur wo namaj puri karne lagi jab wo sajde me jane ke liye zuki mujse raha nahi gaya aur me ja ke uspe chad gaya.

Heena: haai mere kafir ashiq… thoda intajar nahi kar sakte… haaa namaj me hi pel diya apna chamdidar land

Me: nahi meri muslima rakhel. Teri ye makhmali chut khali nahi rakh sakta

Heena: yaah aallaaah aisa ashiq ho jo chod chod ke halat kharab kare tabhi wo asli mard hai nahi to hamare katwo ko aurat jaat ki samaj tak nahi hai.

Mene wahi use chod diye aur firse apna maal uski chut me bhar diya.

Heena: ya allah tere shukra hai tune meri namaj kabul kar li aur muje badle me hindu maal de diya.

Uske baad ye hamara roj ka kaam tha. Me Heena ko man marji apne paas bulata ya uske ghar ja ke uske pati ke bistar me pelta. Heena ka pati jab wapas aya to usne use bola uske mamu ka ladka aya tha aur uski waja se badan pe nishan pade hai to wo kuch nahi bola. Fir to muje puri chut mil gayi thi uske badan ko nichod ke chodne ki.

Aap ke comments ki waja se mene age ki kahani post ki hai aur agar aap chahte hai me agle parts likhu muje mail aur comments jaror bhejiye, jisse hume pata chale apko ruchi hai age ki kahani padhne me. Mera mail id hai [email protected]. App chahe to mujse Hangout (google chats) pe chat bhi kar sakte hai.

(Is kahani me bohot se shabd ka arth muje bhi pata nahi tha jo us muslima ne bataye kisiko nahi samje to muje message kare)

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Nel 1950 il barone Marcel Bich, francese, lanciò uno "strumento di scrittura" assolutamente rivoluzionario (come direbbero oggi i pedagoghi di Terra Nova che non erano nati all'epoca): la penna a sfera, che chiama Bic, abbreviazione più facilmente pronunciabile della sua nome. Niente più matita la cui mina si rompe costantemente e il suo essenziale temperamatite, niente più tratti in alto e in basso con un pennino Sergent-Major immerso nell'inchiostro viola e che ha fatto grandi blocchi!

La Bic Cristal, la più semplice in plastica, venduta all'epoca a 0,50 franchi (meno di tre volte niente...) sarebbe diventata presto la penna più venduta al mondo: oltre 100 miliardi di copie vendute in 160 paesi sul 5 continenti fino ad oggi! Ma restiamo in Francia… Da oltre 70 anni generazioni di scolari, liceali, studenti e adulti hanno utilizzato Bic anche. E per quanto ne so, nessuno fino ad oggi è morto per questo. A parte ovviamente quelli che inavvertitamente ne hanno ingoiato uno intero masticandone l'estremità.

La storia della penna a sfera potrebbe finire qui ed essere molto bella, quella di un successo francese come il Concorde, il TGV o il Beaujolais. L'asso! Senza tener conto della cultura Woke e dell'immaginazione delirante delle generazioni di palle morbide e cretini da allora prodotte dall'Educazione Nazionale... Apostoli delle tre religioni più alla moda nelle loro file (la mania dei bambini, il principio di precauzione e la paura del panico di avvelenarsi quando respirano normalmente o mangiano una salsiccia) questi idioti senza cervello chiedono loro di smettere di comprare penne a sfera per bambini! E come al solito, non me lo sto inventando...

Secondo UFC-Que Choisir, componenti POTENZIALMENTE pericolosi si nascondono di nascosto nel serbatoio del nostro buon vecchio Bic... "...a volte dosi considerevoli di composti tossici, cancerogeni, allergenici o interferenti endocrini". Ha capito bene, signora Michu? Non vi stiamo dicendo che ci sono, non abbiamo studio scientifico per dimostrarlo, vi stiamo dicendo che potrebbero esserci...😱😛

Gli ecologisti veri e propri gendarmi del finto ambientalismo ormai tutto ciò che è civiltà e cultura lo aborriscono...Ma prima di arrabbiarmi, ho provato a immaginare con cosa potremmo sostituire la penna a sfera:

- Non la penna del Sergente Maggiore, è di acciaio e le acciaierie inquinano molto! L'impronta di carbonio, la tosse...

- Non la piuma d'oca, non si sa mai: si scatena tutto l' arsenale fintamente interessato agli animali...

- Lo stilo e la tavoletta, non è possibile neanche: se la tavoletta è di legno, attenzione alla deforestazione. E se è fatto di pietra, ardesia, ecc., colpendolo con uno scalpello e un martello, fa volare la polvere. Fai attenzione alle particelle fini che si infiltrano nei polmoni, negli alveoli. La silicosi, la tosse, è ben nota...

Allora?... Buon Dio, ma certo! Perché preoccuparsi di insegnare loro a scrivere, le nostre care teste bionde o crespi? Adesso hanno tutti i cellulari. Non ha più senso avere una penna e saperla usare. Dittafono e funzione di registrazione per prendere appunti, riconoscimento vocale quando vuoi scrivere qualcosa e voilà!

In un click tutto viene cancellato ma non importa...la storia non serve...

Cara vecchia BIC, sei ormai vintage come la cabina telefonica, come il rullino di foto, come il mondo che fu ..pieno di valori che abbiamo perso e che manca. Verba volant scripta manent..ah no...ora solo verba volant perché la tecnologia non conservera' se non serve al potere. 🥹

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