#hot vagy

[dopeforme]

Szeretem, ha kérem, szépen adod

Szeretem, ha durvább vagy, te is tudod

És amit mondasz, benne vagyok, benne vagyok

Szeretem, ha kérsz, én szépen adom

Szereted, ha durvább vagyok, én is tudom

És ha ez tetszik, benne vagyok, benne vagyok

Benne vagyok

[daydreams-after-dark]

What's your fanfic fantasy? part 7

Chapter Contents.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 //

Premise: OFC + Chan + Jisung 18+ fanfic. This is an AU story about Chan bringing your fantasies to life... but what happens when boyfriends Chan and Han fall in love with you?

Chapter Summary: You and Jisung get freaky in the pool.

Warnings: nudity in a public place, unprotected sexual intercourse in a public place, dirty talk, coming inside, orgasms, sexual touch.

The day is beautiful. It’s sunny, warm and the ocean breeze offers just the right amount of coolness on your skin. You remove your shawl that is covering your topless body, and slip into the pool gliding your way to edge that overlooks the ocean. Behind you the holiday house sits high above you, sharing the spacious view with you. It’s calming staring out into the distance.

You reflect on last night. It had been one of the most sensually erotic experiences of your life. It was mysterious and exhilarating, and you felt thoroughly taken care of by Minho.

When you woke this morning he had already gone, but he’d left you a note: “you looked too peaceful to wake.”

You smile at the thoughtfulness, and honestly it was probably a good thing he’d left because who knows what would have happened. A grin spreads over your face at the thought of a morning romp with him.

But you're feeling bothered? Your mind drifts to Chan. The image of him last night on the bed zoned out, eyes glazed over holding his massively painful erection is etched into your mind. And then there was the overwhelming, was it regret? feeling that came over him afterwards and him running away.

You breathe deeply and close your eyes, composing yourself as best you can. Fuck, you hope he’s okay. You haven’t spoken to him or Jisung about last night, and quite frankly you're too scared to. What if they have realised that this is… you're… just… too much for them, and they send you packing? You don’t want to leave. You want to stay with them. You don’t want to hurt them, but what if it’s too late?

You grab the side of the pool and try to shake the wall in anger, letting out a frustrated “grrrr” and try to calm your breath. You're so angry at yourself. You feel like you've fucked it all up somehow. Your friendship, their friendship, their relationship.

Fuck!

You're so deep in thought that you don’t notice someone slip into the pull and scoot up next to you.

“What ya up to Lady?” You're startled, but realise it’s Jisung smiling broadly, and a sense of calm washes over you when you see his face. He’s talking to you. You're relieved but cautious.

“Hey Jisung.” you sigh. “I’m just, you know, resting.”

Jisung smirks. “Yeah sounds like you’d need a rest after the week you’ve had so far.” You glance over at him and he raises his eyebrows up and down a few times, like a cheeky little shit. Okay, good, he’s got his cheeky pants on. Good sign.

“So …Chan filled you in on last night did he?” You say matching his cheeky tone and rolling your eyes.

Jisung slinks in close to your side. You look down to discover that his “cheeky pants” are definitely in the the form of a metaphor only, because he is fucking naked. So, so naked. You feel your heartbeat kick up a gear.

“He sure did,” he whispers deviously. “Until I filled his mouth up with my cock.”

A vision of Chan sucking Jisung off appears in your head. It’s hot. You'd love to witness that one day. Jisung knows exactly what he’s doing to you with his graphic words.

“Just like Chan’s cock was in your mouth.” He says even more deviously, biting his lip and slinking behind you. You feel yourself growing bright red, and you feel his cock bounce against the back of your ass as it bobs around underwater. He wraps his arms around your waist and leans over your shoulder.

“What did you think?” he whispers inquisitively. “What did you think to Chan’s cock?”

You feel everything rush to your vagina, making you feel so fucking horny. Just from a couple of sentences and Jisung’s body up against you.

“Well,” you pause to think knowing full well Jisung will report back to Chan on what you say. Oh God how you had craved to be taken by Chan in some way. Any way. The look in his eyes when he lost control of himself and knelt before you so you were face to face with his desperate cock will be something you'll never forget. The feeling of him fucking your face and the taste of his cum could be something you could get addicted to.

Jisung kisses your neck, bringing you back to reality. He smells delicious like soap and raspberry candy.

“And what about Minho, huh?” he moves on from Chan. “Could you tell it was him when they had you blindfolded?”

Oh Minho. Sweet, sweet tortured Minho. He really is perfect. He really is skilled, ahh those fingers! You clench with pleasure at the memory. And what about after? All you wanted to do in that moment was to make Minho feel good. It was such a vulnerable moment for him and you know that you'll hold that precious memory forever. You hope he actually can experience that with his beloved Hyunjin.

You shake your head “No, Jisung, I really couldn’t tell.” You lean your head to once side to give Jisung better access to your neck. “I eliminated Binnie right away because I have seen his hands are rough, and I eliminated you because - ”

“You know what my mouth feels like on your pussy?” he finishes.

That wasn’t really the reason, but you aren't going to tell Jisung that you knew it wasn’t him because of how vocal and needy he seems to become, and that he wouldn’t have been able to stay quiet long enough.

“Yes, that’s right. I know exactly what your mouth feels like. Everywhere.” You reply with a warm smile and kiss him over your shoulder. It’s a deep, slow kiss and Jisung pulls his arms tighter around your waist bringing your closer against his naked body. His hard cock pressing into your ass cheek obnoxiously.

“I’ve missed you.” He sighs and slides his tongue into your mouth while sliding his knee between your legs so you're straddling his thigh. You automatically press yourself down against him and moan at the pressure.

“Mmm, that feels good, Jisung.” You groan.

“Yeah?” He pushes his thigh up harder against you, eliciting another moan.

You're momentarily startled when his hand slides down the back of your ass. “I also hear that you let Minho finger fuck this little hole too.” He slides his thumb underneath the side seam of your bikini bottoms and grazes your asshole. You hiss through your teeth and grind yourself against his leg.

“Bet you liked that too, hmm?” he growls and applies pressure. Your mind flashes back to Minho’s fantastically skilled fingering and the feel of his fingers dragging and and out of you. But the image doesn’t last long because fuck, Jisung knows how to turn you on and again you're brought back to the present moment.

One hand comes up to squeeze your nipple while his thumb threatens to penetrate your ass. Your head falls back to lean on his shoulder and you roll your hips faster and harder as the tension builds in your core.

“Jisung - ” You gasp as the tip of his thumb slips past your rim and you struggle to maintain your composure.

“And did you enjoy his cock fucking your pussy? Did he fuck you as good as me?” he pushes his thigh even harder against you, releasing and then ramming up into you again. “Did you come on his cock?” Jisung demands angrily.

“Aah,” his aggressiveness takes you by surprise, but it only arouses you more. Jisung is on a mission and you're fucking loving it.

“Yes. Yes I did Jisung…” You manage to say as your breath is jolted out of you over and over again, his thumb pressing in a little deeper. “but only when Chan put his cock in my mouth.” You add at the last moment.

Jisung stops his ministrations and he wraps his arms around you affectionately, squeezing you in for a snuggle. “You’re such a good girl for me and Chan.” He kisses you softly on the side of your neck and then nibbles your ear, and you're able to catch your breath.

“Even when you’re being a naughty, filthy little girl, you only come for us.”

It’s not just a statement, it’s a warning. Your mind flickers back to last night when you were alone with Minho, coming on his cock and him screaming Hyunjin’s name. But you also remember your promise of the “sanctity of the Boudoir”. You never promised Chan and Jisung anything about only coming for them.

“Ah, but Jisung,” you purr “I still wanna fuck Binnie. What happens if he makes me come?” You can’t help yourself, you have to taunt and push Jisung's buttons, see how he responds.

“You’ll be punished.” His whisper is deadly. Your vagina clenches tighter with need imagining being punished by Chan and Jisung. You grind on Jisung’s leg again, and reach behind you to grasp his cock.

“Shhit!” Jisung hisses. “Ah you like the idea of being punished?”

You bite your lip “Mmm-hmm. I bet Binnie is gonna make me come so hard.” You reply with a breathlessness to your voice. You continue to stroke his cock as you slide yourself off his leg. Jisung roughly pushes you up against the side of the pool and you feel a rush of adrenalin. You rest an arm on the edge of the pool while your breasts are being pushed against the concrete wall. He’s angry. You love it.

Jisung drags your bikini bottoms down just far enough so that you can guide his cock to your entrance, angling my hips to provide access. He pushes the tip in ever so slightly causing you to moan with pleasure at the stretch. Then… frustration. He won’t move any further. You try to push down on him and fill yourself up with his cock, but he holds you in place. You whine and protest like a needy little brat.

“Beg.” He demands with the lowest voice yoy have ever heard come out of his mouth.

What the fuck?

“Beg me to fuck you.” He is deadly serious.

“Jisung?” You gasp.

“Beg me!” he snarls. You shudder with arousal at his dominant, assertive tone.

“Please,” you whisper. “Please I need you… ahhh” he pushes half an inch further inside you, but you know he is having a hard time resisting.

“Please… You have to… I can’t - ” You play along, even though you know his neediness will take over and he won’t be able to stop himself. You feel like you're going to lose your mind if doesn’t hurry up.

“Jisung… I can’t stop thinking about you fucking me. I need it - ”

Another inch.

“Jisung… I imagined it was you with your filthy fingers in my ass last night…except… except…I’d bet you would have made me come!”

He bottoms out. He is deep inside you. Finally. He barely gives you the chance to relish the feeling before he starts to thrust into you vigorously.

“Is that better, baby?” he coos. “Arrgh…” he groans. “You’re so ready for me.” He thrusts deeper. “Your pussy missed me didn’t she?”

“Oh my God yes! Yes Jisung!” You cry out, spurring him on to fuck you harder.

“You’re so hungry for my cock that you don’t even care who can see.”

“Yes! Ahuh, starving.” You pant. He feels so fucking good. You really have missed his cock.

“I bet you’re hoping you’re being watched right now huh? Such a desperate, needy girl.” he growls.

Jisung spins you both around so his back is now against the wall. “Look!” he demands, nodding his head towards the house.

You look up at the looming building. If anyone was to look out the window they’d see you on full display, impaled on Jisung’s cock, tits bouncing wildly. There's nowhere to hide.

“Show them how much you love being fucked by me.” He pants.

Realising how exposed you truly are only brings you closer to orgasm and you start to bounce frantically against Jisung.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” He says lifting you almost off his cock and slams you back down against him. He lifts you again but his cock slips out completely. You both groan in frustration at the sudden loss of friction, but he uses this chance to spin you around so you're facing each other. He pulls your bikini bottoms off and throws them up on wall of the pool, and you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in close as he turns again and pushes your back against the wall of the pool. You can’t get close enough. You want more. More Jisung. More moments like this.

You are both shaking with desire as you chase your orgasms, clinging to each other for dear life as you fuck each other senseless, not caring who hears or sees. Your mouths smash together in a messy, sloppy way, gasping for breath but also not wanting to break contact.

“Jisung, I’m gonna - ”

“Yes baby, come for me. That’s it.” He encourages you through your orgasm, not taking his eyes off of you. You love orgasms with Jisung. You didn’t know that I did until yesterday. This one is deliciously long, which seems to extend with every thrust of Jisung’s cock, massaging your clenching walls. You don’t want it to end.

“This is the only pussy my cock belongs to.” Jisung whispers, “you’re the only woman for me.” He closes his eyes as he concentrates on reaching his orgasm.

You hold onto him tighter and grind yourself against him, bringing on another orgasm of your own. Why does he have to be so sweet? Why do his words kick you in the guts and make your heart burst? Why do you have feelings for him?

Jisung can’t hold out any longer and he comes hard, emptying himself inside you with a shaky moan.

He slides out of you and snuggles in close. “You really are the only woman for me.” He whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. He brings his lips against yours for the most chaste and shy kiss, like he’s kissing you for the first time.

'You’re the only woman for me'. You think about the implications of his words. You have been, or will be, fucking other men, but you're the only woman Jisung wants to fuck? It hits home. Your heart hurts. Do you really want to fuck Binnie after all?

You stay like this for a while, your legs wrapped around his waist, snuggling, caressing, holding each other close. Please don’t let this end.

“Do you think you’re going to want to fuck Chan?” Jisung asks eventually. “He is pretty good at it you know?” You both chuckle.

“I am sure he is. I just don’t know if he wants me to.” You frown as you think back to your interactions the night before.

“Hey,” Jisung tilts your chin up to look at him. “Why would you say that?” He looks confused.

“Well, he didn’t touch me that first time…you know… on the couch.” You say.

“Yeah, but he was nervous. But then he came all over your face last night.” Jisung tries to reassure you.

“But he ran off so fast, and barely said a word!” Tears prickle your eyes. Jisung strokes your cheek.

“Oh y/n!” he holds you close and you actually start to cry.

“Hey now,” Jisung says soothingly. “Listen. Look at me.”

You look up. His eyes are wide with concern and compassion. He wipes a tear from your cheek.

“Chan wants you more than anyone. Well maybe not more than me… or less than me… definitely the same as me. That came out weird. I mean… Put it this way, your the woman he wants most.”

You laugh softly at Jisung’s way of explaining.

“So why is he helping me fuck other guys then? Why is he letting me if he wants me as much as you say? Why do you let me?” You wail, your voice wobbly as you try to stop the tears.

“Because you asked him.” He says with certainty. “And… I let you because you say you want to.”

You let that sink in. “Is he okay with it though? Are you okay with it?” You ask.

“I just want you to be happy. And he’s only okay if he can watch.” Jisung responds.

You think about Minho again and push that out of your mind immediately. You can’t let that thought creep in. Not now.

“But what about now… you know… you and me in the pool? Would he be okay with that?”

Jisung laughs and gestures up to the house. “Pretty girl, he is watching.” He whispers.

Your mouth drops open. Fucking cheeky bastards.

You shake your head in disbelief. “Jisung!” But he only squeezes you closer and tickles you. For some reason you feel good knowing that Chan was still part of this, and maybe he isn’t upset with you. Maybe things are still good?

“So why hasn’t he…you know… touched me…kissed me, if he wants me so much?” You push. You run your hand along Jisung’s collarbone.

“Simple. You haven’t asked him to.” he replies.

“Is it really that simple? I only have to ask him?”

“Hmm hmm.” He says kissing your neck. “Are you excited for your personal training session?” Jisung changes the subject. Chan must have shown him the text message you sent him this morning.

Text Message to Chan: y/n: I hope you are okay? Chan: Of course. You? y/n: Yeah. Thank you for organising it…. Thank you for being there. Chan: Anytime. y/n: Actually… Chan: ? y/n: Can you organise something with Binnie in the gym? Chan: …. Chan: … leave it with me.

“Only if you and Chan are okay with it.” You reply. You really want to, but you don’t want to hurt them. You don’t want it to be secretly killing Chan when he watches everyone else fuck you but him. You don’t want it to be heartbreaking for Jisung who sounds like he’d probably prefer you not to be sleeping around.

“He’s totally on-board.” Jisung reassures you.

“Jisung?”

“Yes pretty girl?”

You hesitate in asking your next question. “Can you let Chan know that he can kiss me and touch me any time he wants.”

Jisung grins. “Ah, so you want me to ask him for you?”

You feel shy all of a sudden. “Yes, yes please.”

A voice calls out from the living room balcony. “Hey, you two! Do you wanna stop fucking around for a minute and come eat some food?” It’s Minho. Your breath catches when your eyes meet.

“Yeah okay, okay. We’re coming.” Jisung calls back then looks at you and laughs immaturely at the use of the word ‘coming’.

You can’t help but to laugh too.

Fuck! Are you falling in love?

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[findingnemosworld]

𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 - 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐳𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐢

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐦.

( sweet angel baby, you can’t convince me otherwise )

His gaze trails her every move as she effortlessly walks from the oven back to the counter with a tray of delicious and freshly baked cookies that she made, and for a moment he recalls spending time with her after school in her old home while her parents were at work, he'd sit on the counter while she baked and decorated cookies for her mother's bakery, this time however she was decorating them for her own bakery. " Those look delicious " he states, sneakily reaching his hand to take one before he felt a sharp sting which had him pouting playfully, " That's not fair baba "

" I have another batch te idióta " She giggles, carefully placing the still hot cookies onto the decorating sheet before moving across to grab the piping bag. " This for tomorrow's sale "

" They look more delicious than the other ones " He says with a childlike tone before smiling, " Yet again it doesn't surprise me, anything you make is delicious "

She wasn't sure if it was the heat or the fact that he was standing at such close proximity to her, yet his words were enough to send a surge of warmth across her cheeks, she looks away and chuckles. " I am not giving you one of these cookies " she retorts.

" Worth a shot " He smirks before allowing his gaze to wander across her choice of clothing which admittedly, had been the root cause for every unholy thought that consumed his mind in that moment, some loose strands had fallen out and instinctively, he reached his hand to push them back, the mere action caused her to look up and meet his gaze. " Annyira gyönyörű vagy " he whispers, his thumb caressing the apple of cheek while his gaze travelled down to her lips then back up to her eyes, silently asking for her permission.

" Dominik " She whispers his name with a shaky breath.

He leans closer, only a silver of space left between them. " Tell me to stop, right now and I will " he whispers against her lips, " Because if we cross the line right now, I'm never going to turn back, if we do this, you're mine baba "

Her slender digits wrap around the chain he wore, tugging him to close the distance between them, their lips had molded together so perfectly as if they'd been aching to finally meet, exchanging the ever growing longing they felt for one another; he snakes his arm around her waist to hoist her up on the counter while their lips continued to converse, muffled soft sounds escaping from either one. " Dominik " she whines against his lips, he tugs her shorts down followed by her panties before he pulled back to meet her dazed gaze, his pupils were blown, his lips swollen with a soft smile. " Please " she pleads with a small voice.

" I've waited so long for this " He states, kneeling down to come face to face with her slick pussy which glistened with the obvious arousal she was feeling which elicited a chuckle from him, " Baba " he groans before adding, " I haven't even touched you yet " he murmurs, teasing her by peppering kisses across her inner thighs.

She whines in response, her hands gripping the edges of the counter. " I've touched myself, thinking of you, of how you'd fuck me " she admits with a small voice.

The confession elicited a growl from him, " Why didn't you ever tell me when you called? " he wonders before darting his tongue then flattening it against her slick pussy inciting a loud borderline obscene moan from her, " Why didn't you ever call me when you felt bothered? I can count so many times that I was almost caught by my teammates cause all I could think about was fucking you " he groans before slipping his tongue inside of her pussy, the groan deepens when her digits gripped his hair.

" Fuck Dominik " She cried, throwing her head back; her chest heaving ponderous breaths while he continued to dart his tongue in and out of her pussy while his thumb rubbed featherlight circles against her clit. " Oh Fuck, right there ... just like that " she bites down on her bottom lip.

His gaze darts up to look at her, the sight was what he could truly describe as a masterpiece, her features contorted with pure euphoria while her lips parted, releasing obscene sounds that he wishes he can save inside of his mind for a lifetime, his thumb continued to rub her clit; only this time much more harder than earlier which stimulated her further towards her orgasm, the knot in her lower abdomen exploded and he was struck by a taste that resembled a kind of honey he might as well grow addicted to.

" Fuck, I'm cumming, don't stop " She cried, her eyelids tightly shut with tears brimming from the corners. " Shit " she gasps, " Oh yes, yes ... "

He laps up every single drop before standing back up with a satisfied grin, " Finom, ahogy elképzeltem "

She tugs him close by his chain to give him a kiss, both of them moaning at the faint taste which lingered on his lips, she murmurs in between their kisses " What’s it going to be? the kitchen or the bedroom? "

He smirks against her lips, " With the time I have baba, I’m going to fuck you in every corner of this house " his tongue darts and swipes her bottom lip to gain access to her mouth, " And by the end of the night, there’s no going back "

" Is that so? " She said with a challenging tone.

" You bet it is " He whispers.

Her slender digits trail a line across his abdomen which incited a hiss that transformed into a moan when her hand cupped his prominent erection peeking through his sweatpants, " How long have you been dreaming about this? " She asks, gasping when his lips trailed a line of featherlight kisses across her neck and jawline.

" Too long " He moans upon feeling her hand slipping past his sweatpants and boxers to come in direct contact with his cock, " That red dress you wore on your seventeenth birthday, was the subject of many of my dreams, very unholy dreams "

She lowers his sweatpants followed by his boxers to free his cock, the cool air in the kitchen elicited yet another strangled moan from him, " Tell me then ... tell me about one of those dreams " she whispers with a sweet smile before pulling back to remove the t-shirt she was wearing.

His gaze darts down to her breasts, and instinctively he licked his lips at the sight of her nipples hardening from the chill air. " I ... " he opens then closes his mouth, his throat suddenly feeling dry. " How about I show you? " he suggests with a teasing smile.

" Ok " She breathes out, mirroring his smile.

He grabs the piping bag full of pink icing, and pushes a few dollops on top of her breasts before placing the bag next to them and dipping down to lick the icing off of her breasts in a leisure pace which elicited soft moans from her lips, " Dominik " she gasps. " Fuck, yes "

" Every time I watched you bake, I wanted nothing more than to put you up on the counter " He chuckles in between darting his tongue around her nipples, " And pour every icing bag you had on top of you because, of all the sweet treats you bake ... " he stands back to capture her lips in a sweet and gentle kiss, " You're the sweetest treat I've ever seen baba "

" What else? " She manages to ask through shaky breaths as he slots himself between her bare legs, the length of his cock poking her inner thigh.

" On your eighteenth birthday " He said with a shy smile, his cheeks burning red. " You wore that red dress which had those knots on your shoulders and the way it hugged your perfect body, I wanted nothing more than to take you out of that party and back to my house so that I can spend my time worshipping you the way you deserve to be worshipped "

Her eyes widened and a giggle slipped past her lips, " Is that why you were sending death threats with your eyes to Andras? "

Andras was a mutual childhood friend who didn't keep his affinity towards her a secret, and to say Dominik disliked him would be a huge understatement, " I wanted to kill him, the way he spoke about you like you were some object, made me sick! and what made it worse was the way you smiled at him, it gave him the illusion that you liked him and honestly " he rests his forehead against hers, " I was jealous, very jealous ... I was always jealous of the people you met when you worked in the café, because they got to see you more than I did, I was jealous of the people you smiled at, strangers or not, I was jealous because I wanted your smiles to be mine, I wanted to be the only one that can hold you, I wanted to be the only person that can show you what true love is, before you were heartbroken by that idiot "

Her heart softened at his confession, " Why didn't you ever tell me? " she wondered.

He finds his lips wandering across her cheek and jaw before responding, " I was scared, that I'd lose you, that maybe if things went wrong, we'd never be friends again and I would hate that because ... " he grabs her hand, placing it directly over his heart. " You are my heart baba "

With a tearful smile, she pressed her lips onto his for a brief moment before she pulled back and whispered, " You're still over dressed " she states with a teasing smile.

He chuckles, swiftly removing his shirt and throwing it next to her t-shirt before cradling her face in his hands to press a few kisses on her lips, " Spread those legs open baba " he commands with a soft voice.

She complied and without much of a warning, felt his cock thrusting ever so gently into her walls eliciting a gasp from the two of them, " I ... Fuck, that feels so good " she whines.

He pecks her lips, " Feels better than what I imagined " he growls before setting a leisure pace in which he began to thrust in and out of her pussy while his arm wrapped securely around her waist. " You feel so good wrapped around my cock like that " he moans, " It's like you were made for me "

Strangled whines escaped her parted lips, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, clinging onto him while he continued to thrust in and out of her pussy, this time he tilted their position then upped the pace which had hit her exactly where she needed the most, her vision blurred while the knot in her lower abdomen formed once again. " Oh Fuck, right there ... yes right there " she cried.

" I'm not letting you go " He tilts her head to face him then captures her lips in a gentle kiss. " You're all mine baba, every single part of you is mine "

" Yes ... Yes " She nods before a gasp escapes her lips. " I'm ... " she bites down on her lip, " I think I'm going to cum again "

" Yeah " He cooed, pressing kisses on her neck, " I can feel it, you're squeezing my cock baba, come on ... I know you can do it, make a mess all over my cock baba "

His thrusts were sloppy just as she felt the euphoric sensation wash over her, " Fuck ... don't stop, don't stop. Oh Fuck yes " she cried, arching her back off of the counter.

" That's it baba, such a good girl " He cooed, thrusting a few times before he pulled his cock out and smirked, " You're going to be a good girl and clean up this mess? "

She mirrored his grin, hopping off the counter to kneel down in front of him, she wrapped her hand around his cock while wrapping her lips around the tip to take as much of him as she can, he throws his head back, his lips parting as a content sigh escapes from them. " Ah Fuck yes, Vedd mindezt abba az édes szádba "

The sensation of her mouth coupled with her tongue darting across every prominent vein sent his mind into a frenzy, countless nights he lied awake, dreaming of this moment, of having the one girl that consumed his every waking and sleeping thought right now was more perfect than he could possibly imagine, " That's a good girl, yes ... you're taking my cock so well, told you " he chuckles, caressing her hair. " You were made for me "

Her gaze darts up to meet him, eyes brimming with tears, pupils blown out with the intense pleasure they both felt in that moment, she darts her tongue over the slit which caused his cock to twitch inside of her mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat which was then followed by him spilling ropes of cum straight down in a fit of labored breaths and moans, " Take all of it baba, you're such a good girl, take it all "

She laps every drop before pulling back, a trail of spit connecting her mouth to the tip. " Was that better than what you imagined? " she asks with a giggle.

" So much better " He chuckles, hoisting her back up in his arms to finally say what was on his mind. " Run away with me "

" What? " She whispers with wide eyes.

" I'm serious, you can open your own café in Liverpool, I can help you and in this way you can expand more while we can spend our free time together " He said with a pleading gaze, " Baba, I love you more than I can possibly describe, please think about it "

The fleeting thought of moving had crossed her mind more than once, and now - with him looking at her the way he did, with pleading eyes had made her smile and say, " I'll think about it ... but right now, you promised a second round in my bedroom "

He grins, " I thought you'd never ask "

[unicornpoop]

The Wilbe Hotel (Characters)

✧ Charlie Magne: Charlie is the pessimistic, aloof, fearful, and sardonic main character. She is the daughter of Raphael (Prince of Humility) and Sarah (wife of Raphael), and was born in Heaven. Charlie thought "What if I created a hotel to turn Winners into Sinners?" and boom she did. Despite being a jerk, she does have some gold in her heart. She does care for her "friends".

✿ She's a tall, slender woman with #FFFFFF white skin, lavender blush marks, violet eyes with yellow sclera, black lips, long raven black hair with flipped bangs and a violet bow tied at the end of it, and none visible elf ears. She wears a orchid over-the-shoulder blazer, a white blouse, black dress pants, and black and white heeled shoes. She also has a gold halo above her head. When she gets angry her black hair flies out of it's ponytail into angel wings, her violet eyes glow bright purple, she gains an eye on her chest, and an eye appears on her halo. She can also summon a spear that somewhat resembles Canon!Vagie's spear.

✧ Vaggie: Vaggie is the manager of the hotel and is Charlie's girlfriend. She's bubbly, very kind, loves herself, and is very trusting to outsiders. She is supportive of Charlie, but struggles to keep the hotels image from being tarnished by Charlie, and Angel's antics. She's a terrible dancer. She's also biracial (El Salvadorian and Filipino).

✿ Vaggie is an imp/succubus demon with small female imp horns, long black hair that resembles moth wings, blue eyes with yellow sclera, hot pink skin, and sports a rich blue bow on top of her head with long ribbons. She wears a puff sleeved blue-violet blouse with a black tie, a black mini skirt, long lace black gloves with white fur wrist cuffs, matching ankle fur wrist cuffs, blue & black striped stockings with white lace trim, and white shoes. Her left arm is a robotic arm. She lost her arm from sparing a Winner child. She used to be a demon exorcist. She had pink wings with black on them and a demon tail with black on it. She wields a demonic pitchfork.

✧ Angel Dust: Angel Dust is polite and sincere and has no problem with being cautious. His humor tends to be refined and polished much to Charlie's dismay. He's an actor in romance films. He has a crush on Husk. He hates Alastor though.

✿ He's an anthropomorphic spider who wears a black suit with green stripes, a white bow tie with a green center, a white choker, long green gloves, long black pants and black boots.

✧ Alastor: Alastor, also known as the radio Angel, is a character from the Wilbe Hotel. He's shy, lawful good, and always frowns. Nobody takes him seriously and most consider him a joke. He is one of the most powerful Winners, although he doesn't use his power much. He's aromantic Asexual.

✿ He Alastor, but all shades of blue (mainly light blues) and frowns.

✧ Husk: The Hotel's bartender. He's a cheerful anthropomorphic chubby cat who always gives to charity. He'd love the charity ring...too bad he can't visit there. He has a ton of respect and love for Alastor. He isn't much fond of alcohol and is good tempered. He has a crush on Angel.

✿ He's a grey and white anthropomorphic chubby cat with black eyes with pastel yellow sclera, light yellow and white wings, hat, and a pastel yellow bow. He also has a tail. He sports a gold halo on his head.

✧ Nifty: Nifty is a calm ill tempered girl who loves filth and breaking stuff. She has an obsession with good boys. She was killed by a jealous wife.

✿ Nifty is a small cyclops angel with pointed limbs, #FFFFFFwhite skin, and one large eye. Her eye sports black iris, thick eyelashes, cerulean blue sclera with purple gradient, and a large pie-cut pupil. She has pastel orange hair styled in a bun with an orange ribbon bow. She wears a pastel orange 1950s maid outfit with white lace gloves. She also has a gold halo and sports small white angel wings.

✧ Sir Pentious: He's the inventor for the Wilbe Hotel. He's calm, flamboyant, and concise. He's also the to-go baby-sitter for Fat Nuggets.

✿ His design is almost identical to his heaven design in canon except with pastel reds & yellows.

✧ Cherri Bomb: Cherri is cautious, determined, and timid. She is friends with Angel. Her bombs are glitter bombs.

✿ She's a slim cyclops Angel with #FFFFFF white skin. She has a light blue pupil with white sclera. She's got pastel blue freckles, pastel blue long hair kept in half a ponytail in a black hairband. She wears a one-shoulder black bra under a sky blue crop top, a matching color mini-skirt, black leggings, and matching color shoes (a slipper on her left, a boot on her right), and long black gloves.

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✧ Eve: Eve is the leader of the demon exorcist army. After eating the apple, she was banished to Hell. She is a egotistical and unsympathetic misandrist. She uses a harp as her weapon.

✿ Eve is a tall woman who wears a mask that appears similar to exorcists except with normal looking eyes and hot pink facial expressions. The mask has a pair of horns that resemble Lilith's with pink ornamental attachment on the tips. The mask also sports a pink rose on the left horn, and a pink chrysanthemum on the right horn. Under her mask she has long chestnut brown hair, olive skin, and red eyes. She has black wings on her back, wears a lantern white dress with flower symbols on it, and a large E symbol on it. The sleeves of the dress are pink.

✧ Lute: Lute is Eve's lieutenant. She is cheerful and bubbly and nonchalance towards anyone that stands in her way. She's playfully seeks violence to a sadistic degree. She's very loyal to Hell and enjoys her status as a demon. She hates Angels. Don't be fooled by her bubbly nature she's worse than canon Lute.

✿ She's a succubus demon in this AU. With her mask on she is identical to her canon counterpart except the facial expression on the masks are red. Under her mask she has red skin, red horns with black at the tips of them, long black hair styled in a ponytail hat resembles insect wings. The ponytail is held up by a red bow. She also sports a black headband with little red roses and spikes on it. Her eyes are red with yellow sclera. Her wings are black and she has a red tail with some black spots on it.

✧ Sera: Sera is a female Goetia demon. She's Eve's superior. She's quite over protective of Emily.

✿ She has blue/purple hues on her gown with constellation symbols. Her eyes are blue with black sclera.

✧ Emily: Emily is a sardonic and pessimistic Goetia demon. She is a proud lesbian.

✿ She has constellation symbols on her beautiful blue/violet gown. Her eyes are white with red sclera. When she gets mad, she gains an extra set of eyes and her eyes glow bright red.

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✧ Vox: He's the head of Voxtech, Heavens #1 tech company. He's chill and is optimistic, but can be a dick. Yeah, don't be fooled. He passively bullies Alastor.

✿ His Tv head is white and pastel blue. His eyes are pastel pink. His suit is white and pastel blue, his bow tie is pastel pink, his shirt is striped paste blue and yellow, wears white pants and white and pastel blue shoes. He has small white and gold angel wings and sports a halo.

✧ Valentino: He's a famous director of movies, specifically romance movies. He seems kind, but he's passively abusive.

✿ His appearance is that of a monarch butterfly instead of a moth. He has a halo.

✧ Velvette: Velvette is a popular social media influencer as well as the best fashion designers in Heaven. She is calm and acts polite.

✿ She wears a long fluffy white and pastel blue open coat, underneath a sleeveless white shirt, long striped pastel blue and white pants with a pastel pink belt, pastel yellow shoes with white fur balls on them, pearl earrings, and white and gold long hair in ponytails. Her hair has the texture and appearance of a cloud.

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[pajjorimre]

Hot take: mi van, ha az amerikai szavazók, a Trump-szavazók tényleg rosszabbul élnek, ha a GDP, és egyéb mutatók mögött a nagy tömegeknek nem csak egy "rosszabbul-élünk-élménye" van, hanem TÉNYLEG rosszabbul élnek?!

Attól hogy szegény vagy, hülyenek nem kell lenned.

[nitta86]

Miket olvastam a nyáron

szóval a nyári toplistám:

Roy Jacobsen: Szoba kiadó

Szécsi Noémi: Régen ​minden lánynak jutott férj - A nők neveltetése és szereplehetőségei a 19-20. század fordulóján

Jókai Mór: Szegény gazdagok

Ez három nagyon különböző műfaj. A Szoba kiadó a második kedvenc Roy Jacobsen könyvem A láthatatlanok után. Baromi jó könyv. A fehér tengerben és A Rigel szemében bosszantott az, hogy művészeien homályos a cselekmény, de A szoba kiadóban pont ez a jó, hogy találgatni kell a szereplők motivációit és többféle értelmezés lehetséges, mindenki megtalálhatja a neki szimpatikusat. Azt se bántam, hogy nem egyértelműen pozitív a vége, szerintem ez így volt reális. Hiába hatvanas évek és Norvégia, úgy éreztem, hogy ez az én életemről szól. A toxikus család bemutatása és a bátorság, ahogy végül ki mer lépni a szituációból és otthagyja a karácsonyi vacsorát. A dilemmák a kislánnyal kapcsolatban akiről sokáig nem lehet tudni, hogy sérült e vagy csak traumatizált, a környezet reakció, az anya küszködése a saját traumáival és a gyerekneveléssel, a fő dilemma, hogy behódoljunk e a társadalmi elvárásoknak vagy dacoljunk velük, és a szereplők bármelyiket választják annak ára van. Szóval ez egy baromi jó könyv, ajánlom mindenkinek.

Szécsi Noémitól a Régen ​minden lánynak jutott férj szerintem pont egy gyengébb életmódtörténeti könyv, elbírt volna még egy gondosabb rendszerezést és szerkesztést, de ettől még nagyon érdekes olvasmány volt. Jókait olvasni meg jó, szerintem csak azért nem szokták szeretni, mert kötelező olvasmány, különben letehetetlenül izgalmas és nagyon jó korrajz a 19. századról. Szerintem a Szegény gazdagok pont egy könnyen olvasható Jókai regény, eléggé sodró cselekménye van, az a könyv amire azt mondjuk, hogy that escalated quickly.

Időrendi sorrendben a nyári olvasmányaim:

Június:

Roy Jacobsen: A Rigel szeme

Ray Bradbury: Marsbéli krónikák

Ilona Andrews: Burn for Me

Július:

Ilona Andrews: White Hot

Ilona Andrews: Wildfire

Augusztus:

Szécsi Noémi: Régen ​minden lánynak jutott férj - A nők neveltetése és szereplehetőségei a 19-20. század fordulóján

Ilona Andrews: Sapphire Flames

Roy Jacobsen: Szoba kiadó

Jókai Mór: Szegény gazdagok

A Rigel szeme sajnos gyenge volt és a Marsbéli krónikák is idegesített, pedig gyerekként imádtam.

[bdpst24]

MOL: Ez volt a 2023-as év egyik rekorder étele

MOL: Ez volt a 2023-as év egyik rekorder étele

Az idei évben a magyarországi MOL kutakon több mint 10 000 000 hot-dog fogyott Számos olyan magyar rekord van, amit büszkén mondhatunk a magunkénak, vagy különlegesek számunkra valamilyen szempontból. Miénk például a világ legnagyobb képeslapja, vagy a legmagasabb Lego torony is – ugyanakkor az ételek tekintetében 2023-ban egy újabb csúcsot döntöttünk meg: több mint tízmillió hot-dog fogyott a…

[littlegoldfinchh]

Finch, remélem jól vagy. Azt hittem végre ősz lesz, de nem. Olyan kurva meleg van, és a saját izzadságomban szenvedek... milyen meleg van jelenleg ott, ahol élsz? Ja és btw tudtad, hogy egy szót sem beszélek magyarul? Most már tudod :D Az internet egy varázslatos hely. <3 Sok pozitív hangulatot küldök neked. Maradj elbűvölő!

Jdhe you're so sweet for sending every ask in hungarian tho it's really cute!!!!!! Wish i were brave enough to send an ask in german but im waaaaay too insecure about it 🥴 this is what happens when ya stop practicing a language i guess fjdj

And omg it's so hot here as well, it's been around 30C for weeks, and seems like it won't get colder for a while either:( BUT my room is very cold and it also has an AC so fhddj it's not like i can whine about this stuff!! I'm already dreading going back to my place tomorrow because that room is hot as hell (especially where i sleep ahgdhhsh)

Hope you get through this heat<3 hope we all do honestly, soon we can finally wear sweaters again i genuinely can't wait

[iamthebayharbourbutcher]

ki ez a hot csaj a profilképen és hova lett eliza 👿👿👿

awwwww de aranyos vagy🥰🥰🥹

[budapestern]

What to do with children in Budapest ?

1 Palace of Wonders

2 Tropicarium

3 Thermal Baths

4 Playgrounds

*

Muzeum Garden Playground : It is 9 minutes walk from the flat:

* Karolyi Garden Playground: It is 15 minutes walk from the flat:

VAROSLIGET Playground

5 Children’s Railway

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+

[urbansector]

Úton..

Amikor reggel megnézed és azt mondja a térkép 21… amikor azt gondolod az nem is sok .. amikor még sötétben kiérsz az óceán partjára és megérzed az illatát.. amikor az egyik lábad teszed a másik után.. amikor elkezdi sütni a hátad a nap.. vagy amikor elkezd esni az eső.. amikor Portugáliában egy iciri piciri helyi kiskocsmában négy olasz meghív egy kávéra.. amikor meglátod a falon a világ legbénább Ronaldo festményét és megérted Ő itt egy isten.. amikor elkezd fájni a hátad.. amikor elkezd fájni a vállad a lábad.. amikor tíz percenként ellenőrzöd mennyi van még de rájössz h alig lettél közelebb… amikor meglátod a célt.. amikor megmutatják az ágyad a sarokban, vagy középen.. amikor rájössz h 29 lett.. Amikor folyik a melegvíz a fejedre.. amikor kérsz egy camino menüt… amikor egy német 4 olasz 3 litván 2 angol és egy dán/magyar lánnyal vacsorázol.. amikor ebben a nemzetközi kavalkádban már azt sem tudod kit hogy hívnak és honnan jött de nevetsz.. amikor megkínálnak egy pohár borral… amikor aztán próbálod a fájó tested beleburkolni a hálózsákodba.. és akkor azt érzed jó helyen vagy, hogy megérte, hogy jó lesz holnap is felkelni fájdalmasan magadra kötözni a hátizsákod még sötétben és elindulni hogy megérezd újra az óceán illatát… amikor jó úton lenni..

On the road

When you look in the morning and the map says 21... when you think it's not much.. when you reach the shore of the ocean in the dark and smell it.. when you put one foot after the other.. when the sun starts to shine on your back. . or when it starts to rain.. when four Italians invite you to a coffee in a small pub in portugal.. when you see the world's lamest painting of Ronaldo on the wall and you understand He is a god here.. when your back starts to hurt.. when it starts to hurt your shoulder is your leg.. when you check every ten minutes how much is left but you realize that you have barely gotten closer... when you see the goal.. when you are shown your bed in the corner or in the middle.. when you realize that it is 29.. When hot water flows over your head .. when you ask for a camino menu... when you have dinner with a German, 4 Italians, 3 Lithuanians, 2 Englishmen and a Danish/Hungarian girl... when in this international cavalcade you don't even know their name or where they came from but you laugh... when they offer you a glass of wine ... when you try to wrap your aching body in your sleeping bag... and then you feel that you are in the right place, that it was worth it, that it will be good to get up tomorrow, painfully tie your backpack on you in the dark and leave to smell the ocean again... when it is good to be on your way. .

[csajokamotoron]

Romániába költözik a Kelet-Európai Motorépítő Bajnokság - október 5-6.

Romániában, Szatmárnémetiben szervez közös motoréptő bajnokságot 2024 október első hétvégéjén azerdélyi Daimler MC és a hasonló rendezvények szervezésében már veteránnak számító magyar Devils MC. Nagy durranásra számíthatunk. De ki tudna pontosabb információt adni a rendezvény részleteiről, mint maguk a szervezők: Az előzmények A Devils Motor Clubnak közel három évtizedes távlatban van elköteleződése a motorépítés világa felé. 1996-ban indítottuk útjára Budapesten az első Magyar Motorépítő Bajnokságot, melyet egészen a Covid időszakig, minden évben megszerveztünk. Megalapítottuk a Visegrádi Országok Bajnokságát (V4 Custom), elértük, hogy a Motorépítő EB állomása legyünk, és a Rusty Rodderssel összefogva már együtt versenyeztek a hot rod autók és a motorok is. Klubunk tagjait ezzel is összefüggésben a Világ számos országának cutom rendezvényeire hívják kiállítani, zsűrizni, vagy akár csak vendégként. Székelyudvarhelyi barátaink, a Daimler MC Románia ugyanezen az úton indult el, mikor megszervezte az első Custom Fest-jét. Hot rod-ok és épített motorok versenye zajlott ott, ahol eddig nem volt igazán ismert ez a kultúra. A két klub hasonlóan, de a saját útját járta. Az előző évezredbe nyúló barátságunk könnyen okot adott közöttünk számos ilyen témájú beszélgetésre. Mikor a Daimler MC Szatmárnémetibe helyezte a rendezvényt, logikus és egyértelmű volt, hogy összefogunk. Így jött létre a Kelet-Európai Motorépítő Bajnokság gondolata. Nemzetközi összefogásban zajló bajnokságra kerül sor, egy romániai és egy magyarországi MC együttműködésében. Célunk a színvonalas rendezvény létrehozása mellett a motorépítők munkáinak segítése, megrendelési körük bővítése, tapasztalatcsere és barátkozás számára helyszín biztosítása. Megrendelők, potenciális megrendelők és szolgáltatások segítése. A látogató motorosoknak megmutatni, mi a nemzetközileg is színvonalas motorépítés. És persze, hosszabb távon az épített motorokkal közlekedés legalizációjának előre mozdítása. A rendezvény az EMAT-nál megszokott, nemzetközileg is ismert rendszerében működik. A szakmai zsűri nem más, mint maguk a versenyzők, akik a többiek motorjait értékelik. A Best of Show pedig a közönség szavazati alapján dől el. A EECBC (East-Europen Custom Bike Championship) mellé állt az első pillanatban a legfontosabb és legrégebbi partnerünk, a Zodiac. A Világ legkomolyabb épített motor kiegészítőit forgalmazó cégének vezetői jó barátaink. 2500 Euro értékű vásárlási utalványt ajánlottak fel a győztesek számára! Vincent Pelsnek, és természetesen Wim Theunissennek ezúton is köszönjük az együttműködést! Emellett természetesen számos más díj, utalvány jár a győzteseknek. A nevezések időszaka lezárult. Ha mind elkészül (még gőzerővel dolgoznak némelyik motoron), közel 50 motor fog versenyezni. A többsége magyar és román építés, de például Ausztriából és Németországból is lesznek motorok. Az EECBC-n nemzetközi mezőnyben a legszebb, legkülönlegesebb épített motorok versenyeznek együtt. Egyedülálló látvány és hangulat lesz a csarnokban. A Last Rebels RC pedig bemutató jelleggel igazi, vérbeli hot rod autókat fog megmutatni a nagyérdeműnek. Lesznek frissen elkészült motorok, de eljön néhány olyan nagyágyú is, amivel építője komoly díjat, díjakat nyert. Neked melyik motor tetszik? Nos, a Te szavazatod is számít! Ha szavazol, vasárnap részt veszel egy sorsolásban, ahol értékes nyereményeket nyerhetsz. A versenyzők ismerik a bajnokság programját, de most a látogatói információk következnek. Helyszín: Szatmárnémeti Aushopping. Str. Careiului 77-79 Megközelítés Magyarországról: A helyszín mindössze 10 percre van a magyar határtól. A leggyorsabb határátlépés érdekében a Devils MC Facebook oldalán folyamatosan informáljuk az érkezőket, hogy hol a leggyorsabb. Kérjük, útközben figyeljétek ezt az infót. Három útvonal lehetséges. Tapasztalatok szerint Vállajon, vagy Nyírábrányon keresztül a leggyorsabb. Általában percek alatt át lehet jutni, a várakozás maximum 30 perc. A távolság-különbség elenyésző. Programok: Október 5., szombat: 10-20 óráig 15 óra: Smith & Wessons (HU) koncert 18 óra: díjátadás (szakmai zsűri, 18 díj) Október 6., vasárnap: 10-16 óráig 12 óra: Tom White & the Mad Circus (HU) koncert 13 óra: Best of Show (közönségszavazat) díjátadás. Sorsolás a szavazók között. Belépő: 20 Lei A helyszínen természetesen a két klub tagjaival is találkozhattok. Várunk benneteket! Devils MC Hungary – Daimler MC Románia Read the full article

[fhjtblr]

Kérdésrohamok és válaszlehetőségek

avagy Hogyan tudnám elkerülni a számonkérés áradatait?

Mi számít "rendes" munkának? Mi kell ahhoz, hogy elfogadják, befogadják, elismerjék az embert, és felismerjék a tevékenységének az értékét? Hogyan "kell" dolgozni? Mit jelent "hasznosnak" lenni?

Mostanában ilyen jellegű kérdések foglalkoztatnak éjjel-nappal, miközben naponta olvasgatom a Linkedln-es gmailjeimet, holott elvileg már le vagyok iratkozva róluk. Naponta szembemegyek az olyan cikkekkel, mint "Hogyan ismertesd meg magad a külvilággal?" vagy "Mi kell ahhoz, hogy ne égj ki a munkádban hozott döntéshozatalaid során?" vagy épp "Milyen kérdéseket rakj fel az interjú végén, amivel a rátermettségedet igazolhatod?"

Vajon létezik-e egyáltalán a "nem-kiégés" fogalma mostanság? Kiégni csak annak lehet, akinek "normális" munkája van?

Nemrég voltam egy szabadtéri edzésen, ahol az egyik résztvevő megkérdezte tőlem, hogy "sportoktatók vagyunk-e" vagy "saját céggel" rendelkezünk. Fellelkesültem, mert abban bíztam, tényleg érdeklődik a tevékenységeink iránt. Boldogan és büszkén meséltem neki arról, hogy nem, mi egy fitnesz klub vagyunk, ahol csoportos órákat lehet igényelni, nagyrészt nők számára. A régi megelégedés és öröm csillant meg bennem, amíg ezekről beszéltem; az a fajta, amit akkor éreztem utoljára, amikor sikerült elvégeznem a Hot Iron budapesti instruktori képzését. Úgy éreztem, van tétje a gondoltaim terjesztésének, van lényege a létezésemnek és mindezt van merszem nyíltan is felvállalni. A mini-bemutatóm végén azt kérdezte a résztvevő, hogy milyen állás mellett foglalkozunk ezzel a klubbal vagy főállásban végezzük-e ezt a tevékenységet?

Felkacagtam. "Ez bőven elég!" harsant fel bennem a lázadószellemem, de belül éreztem, hogy leigáztak. Bárhova kerülök, bármilyen helyzettel vág arcon a sorsom, állandóan ezzel találom szembe magam: "És mit csinálsz még, az edzéstartás mellett?"

Miért minősül mellékállásnak az edzői tevékenység? Mi kell ahhoz, hogy ez egy elfogadott, felismert és megbecsült szakma legyen? Hogyan "kellene" bebizonyítanom a nagytöbbségnek, hogy a hetente megtartott edzéseimnek (rosszul) felbecsült és (mérhetetlenül) félreértelmezett értékei vannak?

Persze, most azt is mondhatnánk, hogy sokak azért nem látják elég tisztán ezt a helyzetet, mert nem szoktak csoportos edzésekre járni. De ez nem így van. Rengeteg olyan vendéggel találkoztam, akik szintén arról faggattak, hogy én amúgy mivel foglalkozom, "normálisan"?

Szerintem itt nem a "beavatott" és "kívülálló" nézőpontok közötti különbségekről van szó. Olyan rég-berögződött elgondolásokkal szoktam szembetalálni magam; olyan megkövesedett álláspontokat próbálok lebontani, amihez még nincs és talán sose szerzek megfelelő gondolatcsákányt. Kellene?

Talán hagynom kellene, hogy mindenki abba az elgondolásba rögzítse az elméjét, ami számára a legkényelmesebb. Talán senkinek sem "kell" bizonyítanom a munkavégzésemmel kapcsolatban. El kellene fogadjam végre azt, hogy engem nem lehet csak úgy bedobozolni egy kategóriarendszerbe, és hogy rám nem illenek ezek a karrierkereső cikkek.

Nem azt mondom, hogy rendkívüli vagyok, hanem inkább a világ vált megrögzötten rendszerszerűvé.

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