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Fandom Masterlists:

-Dhurandhar.

-The Family Man.

-Shekhar Home.

-Avatar.

-Jujutsu Kaisen.

-Chhichore.

Actors-Characters Masterlists:

-Akshaye Khanna.

-Arjun Rampal.

My shit slam poetry can be found under the tag:

#kehte kehte kuch zyada keh diya.

And my edits can be found under the tag:

#marlena's edits ♡♡

Sneak-peeks.

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hehehehhee...

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upload today. here is a complementary, questionably hot guy.

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i hate myself for discovering tollywood ff side of tumb so late.

like what do you mean i could have had the hots for ramana, bhallaldeva and the #1 yaoi couple varadeva on this platform without everyone being clueless?

lord save me from these men.

i will relearn telugu for this, tab tak I'll write them in english maybe hindi if anyone wants them.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[marlena-marlena]

stages of being high;

with uzair baloch.

it went from 'chal tere saare ghum bhulaate hai' to 'aaj kuch farak hi nahi padh raha' to him pulling you on top of him to feel a bit warmer in the allegedly cold room.

you knew it was bullshit, but you did not care. you wanted to be close to him too. and a bit of his skin touching yours while he pulled you to his lap was soothing enough for your high and burning enough to make you restless.

he didn't touch you first after he sat you down, rather it was you who reached out for him after taking another hit.

your hands wrapping around his shoulders under the guise of needing more support while you sat and his hands came in too, in reflex to yours, wrapping around your waist, also under the guise of providing your body with support.

your face made it's way to his neck, breathing him in before your lips pursed upon his skin. just the faint shadow of your lips against his neck made him groan out so sweetly, that you wanted to hear it again and again and again.

your body moved out of control, trailing open mouthed kisses along his throat. one hand tightened around your waist as the other grabbed your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

your mouth felt so good that he felt envy about not getting to taste it with his own, which could be quickly remedied by pulling away your face from it's continuous ministrations on his skin.

you whined and even when he was high, he was gentleman enough to shush you up as he pulled you close. you got quiet real quick when you realized your fixation was not being taken away but rather being redirected.

quiet only for a few seconds, until his tongue tried to force it's way into your mouth, fighting for dominance.

it felt so messy and wet but so addicting, your moans were pornographic and he drunk them in eagerly, his own noises filling up the room.

a whistle filled the room in a sudden manner, the door being wide enough to let the light in from other parts of the house.

you were both very angry about the intrusion. your hands finding the nearest thing they can before throwing it at your friend. he somehow managed to dodge both, the ash tray and the whisky glass but you assumed the point was taken as shock painted his face and he left shutting the door behind him.

you did hear him shout at others outside not to go in and to stay away unless they wanted to be killed but you didn't care.

you were busy making out with a hunk and that is what mattered the most right now. you hands pushed their way up to the edge of his kameez, fingers tracing along his v-line.

his fingers did the same to you, but much more uncontrollably, trying to get off your kameez, ripping parts of it in process before you decide to get it off yourself, sparing the now slightly tattered clothe from ruin.

even just looking at you like this made him restless, his mouth immediately finding your nipple, biting it through the fabric of your bra. what a fucking teenager in an adult body.

you pulled him up by his hair, his face not guilty at all, just incredibly frustrated that you interrupted his version of an happy hour. maybe you could let it go this one time. you released him and what do you know, he's making his way to your chest again, leaving deep blooming marks underneath your skin, on his way.

finally his hands went to unhook the bra, slapping yours away with ownership, like your body was not even yours. as if it was his.

it sent a shiver through your spine, leaving your pussy aching. as he latched onto your nipples again, you couldn't but grind down on him, feeling him growing under you. your buds were getting more harder and painful to deal with, with all the cold air and his wet lips sucking the life out of them.

while it was torturous for you, it looked like it was prime deal for him, somehow your peaked mounds made him groan deeper and you doubted if he'd even fuck you tonight or just stay at this until come morning.

you pushed him away from your chest, his head hitting the back of the couch as your hands went straight to the side of his thighs, your lips exacting your revenge, leaving his body with bloody red spots.

his hands sneaked back to your waist in urgence, pulling away the rest of your clothes in one go and then his own.

your hand went straight to his exposed cock, swiping your fingers lightly along the rim, needing to hear him be as desperate as he can be.

you continued to brush against the nerves and ridges, you couldn't help but feel it was exactly what your pussy always needed.

and the moan that left your mouth after realising the absence of such a perfect length in your pussy for so long, was strong enough for uzair to come out of his cloudy mind and roughhouse you right onto the couch.

it was a quick blur how he placed you back, and towered over your body, subjecting you to a harsh stretch just with a single finger.

"uzai-"

"shhhh..."

he added another and you pushed your face into his neck, letting out a sob at the sweet stretch, your mind felt as if it was being pushed to it's limits but your legs parted wider for more and he noticed it.

though he might have chuckled under usual circumstances, he just shoved the info in the corner of his mind, for next time.

tears were making their marks on your cheeks, making you look absolutely ruined just by his fingers. though it still felt like a big stretch, you just wanted him to fuck you already.

you pushed his hands away in desperation, pulling his hips closer, though he resisted at first, your needs to seemed to make him give in. it was not like he wasn't rocking a hard on of his own.

you wrapped your legs around his waist to persuade him towards your opening. the way he teased you was simply evil, tapping the heavy tip of his length on the lips of your pussy, pulling it along the folds and collecting your wetness, not even trying to push it in.

you couldn't help but whine so messily, your lips parting in frustration, your thoughts an absolute mess when he sheathed himself into you with a sudden thrust.

"yahi chahiye tha na tujhe?"

you gasped at the violent intrusion, your hips trying to move away from the pressure of his length, prodding at your belly but his hands kept you right in place.

he tilted your chin up, giving you a messy distraction. as his tongue fought with yours, he started moving, as slow as possible, and now your pussy was complaining for more as that the pressure turned into pleasure.

you pulled out of his kiss, and his lips found their way all over your neck. you tried to pull him closer and push him to go faster but he wouldn't relent.

"jo chahiye, muh se bol."

"please...thoda aur uzair..."

his name on your lips while he had you spread for him, pleading with him to give you more made him stutter his own slow pace. taking hold quickly, his hips started moving faster against yours, hands moving your legs to rest on his shoulders making him go deeper than you've ever had it.

"ya allah..."

your screams were so loud, the whole haveli would take notice. you were sure now as you were being broken down by this guy, that you had actually really never been fucked.

what were you even doing with those guys when he was right here, knowing just how to pull you apart.

"uzair..."

you felt his tip brush a deliciously sensitive part of you and now you didn't want to think much about the pressure pooling in your belly, about how fast he got you there, about how he stretched you and pushed against that one spot just right.

"itni jaldi kya hai meri jaan..?"

he wasn't close but the sounds of your wetness reverberated in the room, and your clenching pussy almost made him twitch in you, spurring your climax on even harder.

you hands went to your mouth to cover up your increasingly whorish moans as you felt yourself clench around his cock. but he wasn't taking any of it, he pulled your hands away pushing them above your head as he hit that spot harder, his thrust deepening beyond your wildest imagination and his pace turning nothing less than hellish.

"tu mere liye bikhregi aur sabh teri chikhein sunenge."

"ahhh..."

your vision went white and the pressure was gone, instead there was a wetness hat pooled out of you on his cock. your pussy held him tight as he continued to fuck you through it, your lips fluttering and spasming around him into something so erotic that he almost lost his footing.

you tried to push him away when the sensitivity started to get to you but your pussy reacted in opposition, holding onto him tighter than you thought was possible.

"shhh...dekh kaise tera badan mujhe dabouch raha hai. ek aur, bus ek aur meri jaan..."

he shushed you again with his delicious lips and you couldn't find it in yourself to push him away as the pressure built up once more.

[marlena-marlena]

hehehehe...

[marlena-marlena]

I got a holiday tomorrow, so it might be a lucky day for the dhurandhar community.

no commitments cause by god I've caused us all to have trust issues by now.

I have about a 150 drafts so they need to start being posted real soon before we all lose our shits.

here's some draft titles lined up from most likely to be posted to least likely:

playing dangerous - s.h.

missing your warmth - r.d.

whispers in the rain - r.v.

heartbeat - u.d.

stages of being high - u.d. (posted) ✔️

i like your rings - m.i.

oh, don't you though. - d.d.

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seriously though why are priests so hot?

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on ur recent post of rehman being all sobby, i lwkey think its out of character for him 😭😭 im so sorry

when has that ever stopped me from making it happen?

don't you worry your pretty little head about it honey, I'll take care of characterisation.

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rehman being all sobby for you to ride him.

tired of all your silly little games, just desperate for you to just relieve him of his want. letting you take him on his takht, begging for you to start moving.

his face covered in tears.

does it sound out of character for him?

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ardeth bey my beloved.

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tasty (nasty) man uzair come get me.

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nsfw alphabet headcanon.

_sp aslam chaudhary.

a = aftercare.

he likes to feed you with his own two hands after you two are done for the minute, he wouldn't like to keep you hungry, physically or otherwise.

sometime during your after-sex smokes, his lips attach to yours. to get a taste, and then some more, a little more till he's back with his distractions again.

he keeps you well fed and well looked after, brushing your hair in the bathtub, the one he got made just for him to lay you in, after he ruins you.

b = body part.

his favourite part of you has to be your legs, tiny, slender, unable to run as fast as his legs can, when you tease him.

toned, smooth, something he can twist into torture leading upto eventual heavenly pleasure. until he has you cumming and squirming up in oversensitivity, it's only second to your hair.

your favourite part of him has to be those thick, obstrusive fingers, unrelenting and mercilessly forcing you to open up to him, prepping you or atleast trying to prep you for what's coming each and every time.

c = cum.

usually it is just an evidence of your frivolous activities but at other times, it's an act of degradation, dominance and putting you in your place.

when he gives you permission, he's get to show you exactly who you are, not letting you wipe it away, letting it sit between your thighs, reminding you each second who you belonged to, giving you exactly what you trot around enticing him for.

d = dirty secret.

he likes it when you get yourself off on him without his help. just his darling so whiny for him without even a single touch. he likes it even better when you wake him up with it in the middle of the night, half asleep groggily with his thigh wedged between your sweet cunt, rubbing yourself on it like a bitch in heat. he likes that your drive is one that can at times almost surpass his.

e = experience.

he's had a lot of women in his youth, and no one has escaped that knowledge, not even you. it would be false to deny your feelings of inferiority when you first became his lover, though slowly but surely you came to find out the very value of your actions and how helpless you could make him at times.

you knew then that weren't any less than him, with your skillful mouth and your random visits to his office late at night all spent on reminding him who he belongs to, and who he leaves back at home each day.

when you have even got him babbling, groaning out apologies for his mistakes, you know you shouldn't be the least concerned about the 'difference' in experience between you two.

f = favorite position.

his favourite position is when he lays you in bed, with your hands held hostage above your head, unable to touch him, looking so pathetically whorish, needing to touch him. your expressions as you attempt you writhe out of his hold, are addictive to him.

g = goofy. skip

h = hair.

he has hair like most men do, but it is somehow..better? dark, coarse and absolutely stunning, going from his chest right down to his torso and more and you are not disappointed in the slightest.

i = intimacy.

aslam makes you feel...intense. even the word intense seems ingenious to the emotions that he puts you through.

it's implausible to for you to feel any doubt of his love for you, when you can feel it increasing each and everyday in ferocity.

his love feels renewing, heavenly, almost divine.

j = jerk off.

he prefers your hand better than his own, you know how to make him feel good. why would he do such a thing, when he has such a beautiful woman to help him with it, sometimes even begging to do so.

k = kink.

prey play. to be able to chase you, so sure of his meal and you trying to escape despite the inevitable.

making him run around, just to drive up the intensity, make your heart leap out of your chest and your thighs feel shakey enough that he has to hold you up.

l = location.

out of all the places he's had you, his office is the best, with you trying your best to be quiet for him, his angel, trying to hold back from screaming his name loud enough that the whole office could hear you.

he likes you being scared of somebody walking in, knowing that in seconds he can have you not care about it as long as he is inside you. at those times, he knows you wouldn't care if you were being heard halfway across lyari.

but of course, he'd kill anyone that got to lay they eyes on you when you were like that.

m = motivation.

you keep him going each day, you make him remember that he has to come home each day, alive, he's been more careful about his life since you stepped in.

other than emotions, your touch, your body, your skin and warmth, they are more than enough to call him home every day, like a siphon, the day only ends when you are in his arms, as you should be.

n = no.

he wouldn't ever stop before you get to cum unless he's punishing. he never let's you use toys or entertain the idea of a threesome. though your suggestions were only made with the intentions to rile him up, you found out that the answer, even theoretically would be a no go. especially when he kept you writhing in bed for days after, proving to you he's all that you could ever need.

o = oral.

he has you on your knees like a habit, to remind you just how good it feels when he's in control. to make sure you remember just how to take him. make sure you give back for all he's given to you. remember how he's kneeled between your thighs to devour you, just to make his girl feel good.

p = pace.

there is no set pace with him, and you both prefer that. a little surprise each time you fuck is almost pleasurable. the thrill of it, the knowledge of not knowing what happens next is what you both like.

q = quickie.

he's rushed you into dark corridors and quiet rooms, trailing kisses down your spine, accidentally tearing your dresses, leaving you all hot and heavy.

he has had to hide your body on the way back to your room so you didn't have to walk around half naked as a result of this.

r = risk.

forgetting about his risqué acts for a sceond, you don't have much of a clean slate either, egging him on in public, your feet nudging his crotch under the dinner table when you have guests, knowing he could just as well have you on the table in front of everyone if he wanted to.

s = stamina.

his stamina has often left you needing to cancel meetings and appointments. he is ruthless and he's had to help you work up your strength to be able to take him and follow along with all of his whims.

t = toys.

he is not as open to toys as he is to lingerie, buying you the newest styles from each season, he requires you to model each of them for him both before AND after buying them.

but he doesn't let you change until he thinks you have thanked him enough for each and every item, letting him use you as he sees fit and letting you show your appreciation in any way he sees fit.

u = unfair.

it's unfair how well he treats you, knowing that no one can do it like him. how you can't go back to your boy toys now that you've met a real man.

who knows exactly what you need and want. he knows when you need to be punished and praised.

he knows how to fuck you silly and take care of you after instead of running away unlike all of those other losers.

he understands your every whine and moan better than anyone. it's unfair that he holds so much power over you, but you love it.

v = volume.

aslam doesn't hold back when it comes to being vocal, it is just a virtue to him. to him real men do not refrain from showcasing pleasure. as for you, he takes your volume as a challenge to see how far he can push you.

w = wild card. skip

x = x-ray.

under his kurta always lays a silver chain with a charm on it, one that you had gifted him, thin enough to hid under his clothes, with your initials on it.

and it turned you on that it hung over you when you had sex, taking it in between your teeth and biting.

he likes that you enjoy your own gift so much. always pulling him in with it, before pressing an unchaste kiss and running away.

y = yearning.

he was a calm man before you came along. equally levelheaded and unaffected by deep emotions. buut now he's restless without you near him, wihout him having you right in his field of his vision.

he figured he can make sure of your safety by keeping you sat on his lap, not minding who's looking but for the tomes you were couldn't be near he went as far to buy you a pendant with your birthstone, without telling you it had a tracker inside.

he could be possessive but it didn't originate from some psychotic obsession rather from his deep mistrust of the world, wanting to keep you as safe as he could with a world full of people who wanted to take his peace away.

though it didn't take you more than a few hours to figure out the tracker, of course you did, you were his little sly bug, always too smart for your own good.

he hoped to give you a life where you didn't have to look over your shoulder and overanalyze everything to the T.

where you didn't have to exert your lifeforce in trying to be quick. and maybe he was succeeding by little.

z = zzz.

his hands trail to your hair, then tangling with your own when he's sure you're too deep in sleep to notice. fingers brushing over where he thinks a ring should be.

an indicator that you're his, for everyone to see.

he might try to make it out as it doesn't effect him as much, your love, but he will never let you believe that he doesn't love you much more, that is just a weak man's motive. he'll make the declaration every single day, to make sure you know.

though it might not be as emotionally extravagant. it sure is physically.

[marlena-marlena]

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hot trash edit.

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nasamajh.

hamza ali mazari | jaskirat singh rangi