Ineffable Husbands Fanart Novels & Stories

"I'm not really going to advice anyone to do that... get a tatt of someone's name on them. It's permanent, and these men are bitches.... unless it's a girl yeah I'd fuck with that" "Uhm no it's my husband, and trust me there's no way we're ever separating, unless it's death I don't see it happening". "Husband? yeah that's better, where do you want it?", she asked. "Here", I said pointing to the space in between my breasts. "Sexy", she said. "What's his name? and do you want it Calligraphy or just regular fonts?". "I don't know, just make it sexy", I said.

Her cuteness makes my day once again. His Twitter post was immediately flooded with comments. Jonah is my husband: Who is it? Is it Ivanka Lane? I’m against this! Please give me a chance to compete with her fairly! I am a candy: @Jonah is my husband, please get that out of your mind! The two of them only have each other in their eyes, and they like each other. You won’t stand a chance! Shallow: LOL “The two of them only have each other in their eyes”! LMAO

"You are!" My eyes widened and my thoughts stammered. Despite of hardly any noticeable similarities between them, I couldn't pin point a single thing that could make them brothers. Thinking of similarities, none of other vicious husbands of mine had any resemblance to conclude them as brothers. Every single one had their own charisma, ignited different danger. If one radiated heat of fire, other reciprocated coldness of ice. If one had senses of predator, other was as chaotic as mind of warrior. I was a loving wife. I wasn't particularly fascinated by one.

Adeline said, pointing. “Which one?” they asked again. “Are you blind? I’m pointing right there,” Adeline snapped. They followed her finger. “Which one?” Belva insisted. “The man in the gray suit,” Adeline said flatly. The group stared—and quickly realized there was only one man in a gray suit. “You mean… Jason?” Belva asked hesitantly. “Yes,” Adeline said. “Jason is my husband.” ***

“I had no idea that you’re a Head Commander!” “Truthfully, I’m much higher than that, but I can’t take my token out. You only need to know that your husband is really powerful, and even the Gods of War had to respect me.” Fane had a tight smile on her face. He could only give his wife a small hint after noting that no one else was around.

All because my family owed money and this was the only way to pay it off. My husband, Marcus, was… well, let’s just say he wasn’t winning any beauty contests. Short, balding, with a belly that hung over his belt. And the worst part? He had no fucking clue how to touch a woman. Every time he climbed on top of me it was the same thing… two minutes of clumsy thrusting, a grunt, and then he rolled off and fell asleep. I was left lying there, throbbing and frustrated, my body screaming for more.

She looked at him with a forced smile. “You see? That’s what I mean when I say you’re not the same woman I fell in love with,” he said angrily. “There was a misunderstanding, and you should’ve demanded an explanation. But instead, you’re passive and complacent, like one of those submissive wives who put up with everything. What happened to your spark? You don’t even flirt with me like you used to! You’ve become so dull and expressionless that you bore me!” he spat, unmoved.

His eyes turned dangerously colder. “Your husband?” he echoed slowly. “Then who am I? The other man?” I froze. Wait—Just why is he getting worked up over this? This is ridiculous! Why are we even arguing about this?! “I didn’t mean that literally! You know how K-drama fans call their favorite actors their husbands. That’s all it is!” I explained. He leaned down slightly, eyes burning into mine. “It’s still inappropriate,” he shot back. “You are married to me, Amber. You don’t get to call another man your husband. I am your only husband.”

, i muttered,my voice barely inaudible “I bet your husband doesn’t know his wife is being fucked by his best friend”. He said and I turned to leave but his hands stopped me “Not so fast darling”, he said, his hands cupping my chin raising it up until I was forced to stare eight into his face. “I knew you’ve always loved it rough”. he whispered into my ear, his lips brushing my hair as his hot breath shamelessly sent electric sparks to my core “Very rough,hard sex..the kind that leaves marks”, he whispered and my body betrayed me right at that moment.

“When you walked in here, you seemed bothered. Now you're saying to be happy?” “Me, bothered?” Adrian scoffed. “You know I’d be the last person on earth to care about that idiot. I was just thinking of how to break it to you. Because you know…” He tilted his head slightly. “You know what?” I inquired. “You might pull the “ he's my husband card.” He responded, the disgust all over his face. I wanted to laugh, I didn't. Because honestly, the situation didn't need me to. So many things had happened over the past few days.