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Szia! TĂ©ged tartalak a rezidens tumblr budapesti szakĂ©rtĆnek. Felvettek erasmusra, Ă©s a következĆ fĂ©lĂ©vben az NKE-n fogok tanulni. Miket lehet csinĂĄlni Budapesten, ami nem tĂșl turistĂĄs lol (nem kell vĂĄlaszolnod, ha nincs kedved)
uuuu bocsi kellett egy kis idĆ hogy összegyƱjtsem ezt a vĂĄlaszt & horror hetem volt DE. menjĂŒnk neki
szĂłval elĆször is az a fĆ baj hogy budapest kb egĂ©sz kialakĂtĂĄsa arra szolgĂĄl hogy minĂ©l több turista menjen minĂ©l több helyre szĂłval a "nem tĂșl turistĂĄs" az kicsit bonyolult, megprĂłbĂĄlom kategĂłriĂĄkba rakni
nagyon muszĂĄj lĂĄtni, turistĂĄkat is mindig ide viszek:
- budai vĂĄr & vĂĄrnegyed (csomĂł minden van, palota, rĂ©gi templomok, Ă©s most Ă©pp Ășj palotĂĄkat Ă©pĂtenek lmaođ a szĂ©ll kĂĄlmĂĄn tĂ©rrĆl Ă©rdemes menni oda, van busz is)
- parlament
- szent istvĂĄn bazilika
- margit sziget Ășgy ĂĄnblokk ott kvasok minden van
- citadella/gellért hegy
- gyerekvasĂșt annak a vonalĂĄn meg ott az erzsĂ©bet kilĂĄtĂł meg a libegĆ
- ha megnézel bårmi ilyen top 10 places to see in budapest tuti lesz még vmi ami feltƱnik csak elfelejtem
egyĂ©b/random tĂșlĂ©lĆ tippek/helyek amik mĂ©g eszembe jutnak:
- mostmår az orszågbérlet jó ide is #slay
- nyilvĂĄnos wc ĂĄltalĂĄban van a plĂĄzĂĄkban (kivĂ©ve a corvin Ă©s mostmĂĄr a westend a kurva anyjukat), de ha elĂ©g magabiztosnak nĂ©zel ki be tudsz sĂ©tĂĄlni bĂĄrmilyen egyetemre/rendelĆbe stb wcre nem ĂĄllĂt meg senki, az ilyeneken kĂvĂŒl ĂĄltalĂĄban csak fizetĆs van
- dunaparti villamosokkal (budån 19/41/47, pesten 2) nagyon szépen lehet vårosnézés speedrunt csapni
- minĂ©l kijjebb mĂ©sz a közĂ©ptĆl annĂĄl olcsĂłbb lesz minden utcai kaja, jĂ©gkĂĄsa a margit szigeten mostmĂĄr vagy 2000 forint, kinn meg 800
- ez néha igaz a boltokra is btw belvårosi tescoban 10szer annyi minden (kb bårhol ahol turiståk vannak drågåbb minden)
- Ă©n nem eszek gyorskajĂĄt szĂłval arrĂłl nem tudok eleget de ezen a ponton a meki/kfc/burger king stb olyan eszmĂ©letlenĂŒl drĂĄga hogy jobban jĂĄrsz ha keresel vmi nem-lĂĄnc csalĂĄdi Ă©ttermet Ă©s ugyanannyiĂ©rt emberi adag kajĂĄt kapsz
- ^ meg pl dönerekben Ă©s kĂnaikban ĂĄltalĂĄban telepakoljĂĄk akĂĄrmit is kĂ©rsz
- kĂŒrtĆskalĂĄcs kb mindenhol van de a metrĂł aluljĂĄrĂłs a legolcsĂłbb
- kĂ©t nagyon jĂł hangulatĂș teahĂĄz "altair" Ă©s "sirius" nĂ©ven, mindenkĂ©pp ajĂĄnlom
- ha valamiĂ©rt mennĂ©l a reptĂ©rre, a tĂ©rkĂ©p ezt nem Ărja ki de van oda ingyen BKK busz a 200E, a tĂ©rkĂ©p mindenkĂ©pp a fizetĆs 100E-t akarja ajĂĄnlani ami a turistĂĄknak van
- JA IGEN és NE a budapest go-t töltsd le, google maps + budapest menetrend appal sokkal jobban jårsz (M a logója play storeban), bérletet tudsz bårmilyen masinåban venni
idk mĂĄs nagyon nem jut eszembe de đđ Ă©rezd nagyon jĂłl magad buda-pest lĂĄgy ölĂ©n, ha van mĂ©g kĂ©rdĂ©s vĂĄlaszolok szĂvesen
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Like I don't know if it's because I just have to get used to it. But the new layout is kind of overwhelming. Or I guess overstimulating. Like, it feels like there is so many more things to look at and read and it's jolting to my brain.
I think that's why I hate going on to twitter on desktop because it's laid out the exact same way.
#but we got to baby new users#instead of like#just explaining how this site works#or letting them explore it themselves#Like hun#I joined 3 years ago#it wasn't that hard to get into the swing of things#i explored and learned on my own#if i really needed it#i asked others for advice#tumblr#not to hark on this more#but i'm still kind of pissed about this whole thing
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Pls let me express my frustration haha. Iâve only recently got into F1 (started off as procrastination and now here I am), and so far the commentators of my country seem pretty non-biased. Looks like they are not here to spread bs or drag any of the drivers down. And also theyâre not blind. During the first half of quali they talked about how Charles might be one if not the only driver able to challenge Max. AND THEN LOOK WHAT HAPPENED. Still lying awake, trying to digest quali. Then the commentators went on about how Charles mustâve aged seven years in the past year and a half, making light jokes about grey hairs and stuff. Someone save that poor boy.
My guy my gal my glorious procrastinating bean and your unbiased commentators (diversity win!), Yes . idk about screwderia fuckedup (emotion) but like max said, sharl is Gonna be Up There with Everything He Can and that's a fucking Lot. he can A Lot. he was Up There at the start, it would've been magical to see him scratch off those tenths (as always). and its frustrating bc ur on the sidelines, nuthin you can do to stop him from willingly signing himself over as a legal lampshade (hasn't happened yet, am not ruling it out) to maranello. that's him and his love that's he's been tending to for decades.. he's not killing the plant of his dreams bc what if it fruits next year? what if it was all worth it then.
( i won't lie to u tho the image of salt and brown!pepper charles... if i speak đȘŠ . )
#xiao: asks#asks: cl16#scuderia ferrari (derogatory)#canada 23#anon my beloved#express your frustration all you want hun#hope u can sleep soon and not let it get to you too much <3 deffo do Not let multi billion sports take away sleep on top of an hour of#contentment#sleep out of spite is my advice#charles and ferrari: a long term relationship that's filled with too much to let it all spill out#bc where would it flood if not Everywhere But You#so you keep cupping it and cupping it and letting it grow like pure weight just to feel it know its there#anyWay#i really do hope you have a good one nonsie <3
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What do you do when peolle from Palestine text you. Like genuinely what do I do? I actually can't do anything as i am 1 unemployed 2 don't have any money maybe like $50 to catch the bus and buy basic needs for myself. But genuinely what do you do? Like this is the second time it's happened. I just deleted the first ask I got (before y'all come at me I genuinely can not hell these people as I do NOT have a job and BARELY have money.) So Like what doni do bro. The first time it was an ask. Now it's a dm. đđđđđ
Sounds like youâre in the trenches, anon! Are you okay??? Iâve only ever gotten one and imma level with you I thought it was spam and deleted it đ
đ«Ł I swear I didnât know it was real.
But my best advice is just be honest; if you canât help with money say so. Iâm living pay check to pay check and as much as Iâd love to help, I canât. I need the money for vet bills and food and doctor appointments. So itâs a difficult thing but maybe you could offer to spread awareness.
But first and foremost be up front and honest and clear with your boundaries. No one will judge you, lovely! â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
#anon ask#if anyone has advice for anon pls share#but honestly donât feel bad not sending money hun#times are tough financially for a lot of us#â€ïž (ËÎ”Ë )
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Sameng Hoon without his layers :3
I love doodling this man
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1, what are 3 things youâd say shaped you into who you are? - a very nerdy answer, but Final Fantasy. i've been with the franchise since i was 4 years old, and a lot of my life philosophies, views and values are very influenced by the stories i've experienced through those games over the years - when i moved out from my hometown almost 7 years ago. i cut ties with pretty much everyone i knew and started fresh, i rebuilt my life from the ground up and finally got the chance to start healing. - the last couple of years before i moved out. they were definitely the lowest point in my life, i was miserable and i made many mistakes that i still regret (though there were lots of good moments too that i still remember fondly and hold dear to my heart), but they also made me take a close look at myself, start looking inwards, learn from my fuck ups and decide to turn my life around
9. tell a story about your childhood - i went on a cruise ship to Tallinn with my family when i was like 5 or 6yo and i kicked Ville Viking in the shin because he jumpscared me at the kids' disco
12. whatâs some good advice you want to share? - my advice is that you shouldn't take advice from me
#ok some actual advice: it's never too late to try something new#old dogs *can* learn new tricks#thanks for the ask hun<3#ask#woodrider
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@freedthedark asked: THE TIME I NEEDED YOU đ
send âTHE TIME I NEEDED YOUâ for a time my muse needed yours.
THERE ARE FEW MOMENTS ASSIGNED TO HER MEMORY WHERE SHE COULD RECALL A MOMENT WHEN THE RAIJINSHU LEADER WAS NEEDED. It was far and few between where she could recall a situation that required the presence of the jutsu shiki mage-- at least for a life-threatening situation. But perhaps his expertise would have been needed in a situation applicable to her personal life. A ward that guarded the entrance of her apartment to bar her landlord from entering her home without her permission would surely have been helpful and appreciative.Â
She would have needed him to lend her an ear for advice, for companionship and comfort. He had certainly proved a fun drinking companion!Â
And perhaps his insight on matters involving the heart...and the knowledge of laws, and what loopholes one could exploit for her own purposes.
#â â â° âŸ âź â ăask.ă#â â â° âŸ âź â ăasker: freedthedark.ă#freedthedark#thank you for sending this hun <3#i imagine her coming to freed for advice on a vague law but then revealing its in regards to celestial law#and how she and loke could be together without risking him being banished#she'd value his knowledge and pick his brain apart to see if theres anything that could help
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Hey! Just something i wanted to seek advice about⊠there this guy i like, and i feel its not a good idea to fall for this guy, not because heâs bad or smt, he is very smart and a good person but he is older than me, a little bit too old maybe? Iâm 21 he probably in his early 30âs and Iâm doing an internship where he works, heâs not the boss but very important to the place. I just started this internship and i cant quit because its allotted to me by our professors in uni. So Iâm pretty much stuck till 1st week of Decemberđ€Šđ»ââïž Heâs also someone I report to and literally stop functioning when i see him. Even when i say âgood morningâ, dude its not even audible to ants for Christ sakeđ€Šđ»ââïžđ€Šđ»ââïžđ€Šđ»ââïžđ€Šđ»ââïžđ€Šđ»ââïž No guy, i mean literally no one has made me feel this wayđ€Šđ»ââïž how the hell will i survive the next 2 months⊠-intern anon
Hey there, lovely!
Wow, this is my first "life advice" question. I'm by no means a relationship expert, but since I'm a bit older than you (27), maybe I can help you out here.
First of all, congrats on getting an internship through your school! This sounds like a great opportunity. And this is your time to be a sponge, learning as much as you can and getting as much experience as you can in your desired field before you leave the threshold of university/college, and head into the working world.
Now, I won't say too much about the age gap, only because you're over 18 and you can do whatever you want with anyone you want...
However, I do have thoughts about the work dynamic. This man is your superior (as in, you report to him for work). You're just getting started in your career.
The balance of power is inherently unequal here. Even if he makes advances toward you, if I was in your shoes, I would professionally shut it down.
(Or let him know that you want to focus on the work for now, and if he's still interested after your internship is done, then you'll give him your number. I wouldn't give him your number before that point, even if he asks. Keep your work channels at work: through email, Slack, Skype, Microsoft Teams, what have you.)
Why? Because while he may seem charming, attractive, nice, etc., unfortunately, you never know someone's true intentions. The work/romance boundaries could blur very quickly.
And in this situation, he holds all the cards: he's more established in the company, he has authority over you in the workplace, he's probably more experienced in corporate bullshit, he's much older than you, (and he's a man đ).
Were the relationship to be exposed (I'm not sure what dating policies are at this company), he could even use that power to cover his own ass and throw you under the bus. Or, I hate to say it, even to try and manipulate you.
As I said, if I was in your shoes, I would take this internship opportunity to learn as much as I can about my desired career! Be friendly, but professional with this guy. Count to ten in your mind when you see him. Call him a "basic bitch" in your head. Whatever you need to do to just treat him like you'd treat anyone else. đ
And if he hits you up after the internship is done in December, feel free to let him buy you dinner. đ
(Thus ends my unlicensed dating advice. â€ïžâ€ïž)
#ask me stuff#I hope this helps hun!#relationship advice#internships and work babes#real life stuff#zepskies answers
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The Family Meet and Greet
Damian Wayne x Reader
Request/Summary: Hey hun! I wanted to send in a request for Damian Wayne x reader. Maybe reader being introduced to the family/the family finding out about them?
A/n: Honestly I canât tell if the picture is Tim or Damian.
Masterlist - Tip Jar
Damian is a pretty private person and doesnât intend to do an awkward meet and greet with his beloved girlfriend.
He knew that all of his family members would find out one way or another anyway.
Dick Grayson:
It wouldnât take a genius detective to know that Damian is asking for advice for his love life.
Damian sits in his hero costume, hunched over as his legs dangle over the side of the building. His eyes evade Dicks, a red hue spreading across the tips of his ears.
A soft smile embellishes Dicks lips as he sees his younger brother whom is typically egocentric, now looking timid and shy for the first time ever.
âSo my friend started seeing someone recently and he had this dilemma on if he should keep seeing her or not because on one hand he has all this baggage he doesnât want to burden her with and on the other hand he just canât bring himself to break things off with her.â
âSo this girl your seeing-â Damianâs eyes bulge, snapping his neck towards Dick, acting too defensively.
âUgh, are you not listening Grayson? I said itâs about my friend.â
âRight, right, I forgot. My badâŠâ Dick thinkâs carefully on his words. âSounds like your friend is a classic over-thinker. Relationships are far from logical, itâs all based on feelings. It might be hard for your friend, but just enjoy it for what it is.â Damian sits and stares off over the Gotham skyline looking unconvinced. âLook Dames, there is no right answer. Just do what feels right.â
Leaning back into his palms he stares in amusement at his beloved younger brother continues pining in anguish.
âSo⊠how long do we keep pretending that we arenât talking about you? Can I see a picture?â Damian rolls his eyes with a sigh, sliding his phone out of his pocket, he taps on the screen silently before shoving his phone into Dicks hands.
There laid the image a happy couple. Damianâs arms wrapped around your shoulder. The dark city filtering behind the brightly lit couple, forever captured in permanent laughter.
Dick, initially keen to tease the cheesy photo before him, now silent in pure aw to see the genuine smile, Damianâs eyes lit in adoration.
âDo not tell anyone Grayson. I will share the news when I am ready.â
Tim Drake:
The little rat has been acting rather odd.
Tim tried talking about it to Dick but he just kept evading his questions by pathetically redirecting his attention with someone elseâs random drama.
Theyâre both acting weird and secretive, and there is no way Tim is going to be kept out of such an intriguing mystery.
Usually Tim would just stalk his targets, but this is Damian we are talking about. It is incredibly difficult, if not impossible to track Damian without him noticing. Starting with Damianâs social media, Tim pin points all of the photo locations and begins to visit each site one at a time. He hacks the local cameras and reviews the footage from around the date the photo was uploaded.
Low and behold, footage of Damian smooshing his face into another ladies faceâŠ.
Whelp, Tim was certainly not expecting to see such a DISGUSTING display of affection. YUCK.
He didnât even know the rat could even feel those types of feelings.
Tim, now laying on his bed cuddled up to a pillow is looking⊠traumatised.
Sometimes, itâs better just not to know.
Barbara Gordon
No freaking way.
Barbara could not believe her very eyes.
When completing a Internet background check on the Wayne family to scrub any suspicious allegations or accusations, Babs found the Holy Grail of finds.
An account with a mysterious woman with months worth of photos with the Wayneâs local angsty brat, Damian Freaking Wayne.
When completing a generic photo match search. Lovey, dovey poses with Damian and a girl by the name Y/n flashed up on the screen.
This is juicy! To tell Bruce or not to tell Bruce, that is the question.
Jason Todd
Disgusting. Absolutely foul.
Itâs a random Tuesday evening when Jason jumps roof tops only to discover a couple making out all hot and heavy.
Their bodies tangling together as the man rips his shirt off. The girl sliding her hands along his abdomen before landing on his belt buckle.
The man then slides his hands from the back of her neck to her ass, giving it a needy grope before sliding his hands to the back of her thighs, lifting the woman with ease and pressing her against the wall.
This is hilarious, they have no idea Gothams most infamous Vigilante has caught them about to get down and dirty on Gothams roof top.
Jason sat down and ate his figurative pop-corn in humourous delight, until his eyes adjust.
âAinât no FUCKING way!â Jason yells, humours delight now churning into a disturbed nausea. He swallowed the bile raising up in his throat.
Pulling out his phone he calls Damian. Panting breaths filter through the phone, only furthering Jasonâs disgust.
âWhat?! Iâm in the middle of-â
âI know what your in the middle of you sick bastard! Take it indoors!â The line goes quite for just a moment. âLittle freak, your family patrols the roof tops you know, ugh, I canât - Iâm having a flash back to Selina and Bru- ugh Iâm gonna vomit.â
Duke
âFinally!â Duke announces, hoping over the back of the couch and sprawling out on the soft cushions of the plush couch. Without a second to spare Duke switches the TV on to watch the latest episode of his favourite show.
âThomas-â
âNo talking!â Duke wholesomely announces, crossing his arms over his chest.
âMy phone⊠forget it.â Damian grumbles, seeing Dukes eyes glued to the TV. Squishing further into the cushions, Duke feels the uncomfortable poke of a hard object pressing into his rib.
Wrenching the wretched object from its place, Duke holds a phone. His haphazard fingers pressing into the screen which lights up and shows the text of a person named Y/n.
Y/n: Canât wait for our date tonight, I miss your handsome face xx
Dukes cheeks heats up, seeing a private message he shouldnât have seen. Damian is incredibly private and may murder Duke for accidentally learning something he wasnât suppose to.
Wiping ïżŒany evidence of his fingers touching the phone Duke places the phone back between the cushions.
Best if he just abandons his show for now for a tactical retreat.
Bruce Wayne
God, why are his kids so weird?
Seriously? Out of all 20 of them, not a single one was normalâŠ
Sitting at the head of the dinner table, he watches his children talk amoungst themselves in weird cryptic speeches.
âDo you know what I know?â Tim asks intensely, the broccoli wedged on his fork, pointing at Dick, who stares back wide-eyed.
âI donât know anything ⊠why what do you know?â Dick says scanning the rest of the room to see if they somehow knew what Dick was referring to.
âI canât share what I know, but just know it. Is. Juicy.â Babs announces with a sly and taunting grin.
âI donât know anything, I didnât even want to see it. Oh god, Iâm feeling queasy.â Jason says crossing his arms over his stomach.
âIDidntSeeAnythingEither.â Duke announces quickly, and begins to quickly Hoover his dinner.
Damian sighs, massaging his temples at his idiotic siblings.
âSo I take it that you have all found out about Y/n?â Bruce asks calmly, slowly sawing into the plump steak on his plate.
The room falls dead silent as all heads turn towards Bruce, surprised that he knew and surprised that he had the guts to say what everyone else was thinking.
âFather, how do you know about Y/n?â
â⊠Iâm Batman.â
#dc imagine#dc x reader#batboys#batboys imagine#batboys x reader#Damian Wayne x reader#Damian x reader#Robin x reader#Damian Wayne imagine#Damian imagine
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hiii i love ur fics idk if ur requests are on rn but can u do a short drabble of the tiktok trend where the guy hasn't ask his gf to be his valentines day so she "put him on sale" as a joke ofc but she's like
BF FOR SALE ($3.50)
- amazing cook
-crusty feet
- will buy anything u want
any character is fine but i would love katsuki or shoto!!
LMFAOOOO this is for sure the funniest ask ive gotten yetđđđ this is so cute !! and very long overdue I apologize writer block devil was rlly kickin my assđ valentines been over but yk i had to write this ! i was rlly hesitating between writing for shoto or katsuki and then i realized i could write for BOTH OF THEM!! and so i did ! i tried honoring your request as best i could, hope you like it <3 !
no pronouns mentioned, pure tooth rotting nasty fluff, use of petnames (my love for shoto and sweets, babe and idiot (lol) for katsuki), katsuki is an asshat but when isnât he, shy katsuki, shoto is a bit of an airhead, kissing, biting, reader is petty asl lol, lemme know if i missed something else !
todoroki shoto â„ïž
âyn, my love.â
âyes, shoto ?â
the corners of shotoâs mouth pull into a tiny frown at the usage of his first name. no baby, no hun, not even sho. just shoto.
âdid i do something to upset you ?â he asks carefully from his spot at the foot of your dorm bed he seems to be stuck at, he canât bring himself to move until he knows if youâre actually mad at him, and he has an inkling you are.
you look up at him for no longer than a second then look back down at your phone screen âwhat makes you think that ?â you question back nonchalantly.
âyou posted something on your tiktok account..â shoto doesnât have a clue how to have this conversation with you and it makes him a little nervous, he regrets not going to izuku for advice after all.
âmhmmmm~â you hum, urging him to continue knowing damn well you know what heâs going to say. you wanted to hear him say it himself.
you know shotoâs had no previous relationships before you so these type of things probably donât mean as much to him as they do to you, but doesnât everyone want their boyfriends to ask them to be their valentine ? you sure do, and your boyfriend hadnât asked you to be his yet, so as petty as you know you were being at the time you posted the tiktok heâs no doubt here for right now.
shoto feels like a criminal on trial desperately trying to plead his case with you being the judge. tentatively, he asks â you said you were..putting me up for sale ?â
immediately itâs like a switch had been flipped. you place your phone down onto your bed next to you, shoto wishes he could take your phoneâs place. you cross your leg over the other and bring your hands together like a super villain revealing their master plan âyes. yes i did.â
âoh.â
silence. nothing.
shoto triedâheâs trying. heâs trying so insanely hard to make sense of everything that is you but he simply canât. he breaks eye contact to think of more to ask but his attention is quickly pulled back to you when he hears you whine.
âuuuuughhh shotoooo~â you moan, throwing your head back against the headboard. âyouâre not supposed to say âohâ !â youâre face changes from grumpy to deadpan as you lower your voice slightly to try and mimic him. on any other day this wouldâve made him laugh but heâs beyond lost at this point. he clears his throat before speaking again.
â i donât know what iâm supposed to sayâor what i did for you to want to sell me.â he thinks âand for 3 dollars at that.â
you let out a laugh when you process his words and shotoâs shoulders magically feel lighter at the sound. carefully, he slides a little closer to the side of your bed so he can stand at your bedside. little by little. you pretend you don't notice.
"it's what you deserve for not askin' me to be your valentine."
the secretâs finally out and you get to see how the cog wheels in his head are starting to turn in real time, it has you holding back a giggle when he looks up at you like a deer in headlights.
âis that..why you were mad ?â you nod, humming out a playful mhmm
âya really hurt my feelings you know ? to think my own boyfriend wouldnât ask meâ you clench your fist over your heart and fake sob dramatically.
shoto huffs out a laugh, relieved to see youâre not actually mad, and goes to sit down on your bed. he tentatively reaches for your hand and squeezes it twice when you let him hold it. before bringing it up to his lips and placing a sweet little kiss to it. it feels as if pop rocks are going off inside of you.
â iâm sorry for not asking you to be my valentine.â he apologizes, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing your hand â i was thinking i shouldâve, but i didnât want you to think it was weird since weâre already dating.â his thumb goes to run over your fingers â i was worried me being too intense would scare you off.â he mumbles.
your eyebrows furrow, you lean towards him to make him look at you â you wouldnât scare me off, who told you that ?â
âkaminari. he said âcoming on too strong scares away the babes.â â shoto quotes
you sigh. of course it was that bigmouth portable charger filling his head with this stuff.
you pull your hand out of his grasp and he looks up to protest but you grab his face in your hands before he can say anything, you can practically see him start melting at the contact as he blinks at you slowly, he reminds you of a cat.
âshoâ you purr, rubbing his cheeks â rule number one is never ever listening to kaminariâs dating advice. most of the time it is very wrong.â you explain.
shoto presses his mouth to the palm of your hand âyeah, iâm starting to regret that now.â he speaks into it, you snort. he leans in closer to press a sweet kiss to your lips and you reciprocate, pressing a few more kisses on his lips for good measure â iâm really sorry for not asking you.â he says in between pecks. you hum in response to him placing even more kisses all around your face. âsâokay. iâm also kinda sorry for putting you up for sale.â you say, running your fingers through his hair while he places kisses on your shoulder.
he lifts his head up to look at you then, an eyebrow raised with an amused expression on his face âkinda sorry ?â he asks.
you nod âmhm. kinda sorry.â
he chuckles to himself, then gets up so he can climb into bed next to you. when heâs positioned how he likes it, with his head in your lap while you comb through his hair with your fingers, he sighs peacefully âwell, it wasnât all bad. iâm glad you think iâm a good cook.â
âwhat about the crusty feet ?â
âiâm choosing to ignore that part.â shoto smirks lightly to himself when he hears you laugh at his joke, clearly proud of himself for it. âand i will buy you anything you want, to make it up to you.â
âi donât need you to buy me anything, shoâ you roll your eyes with a lovesick smile â all you gotta do is ask.â
he blinks up at you, looks off the the side as if heâs deep in thought, and suddenly gets off your lap to sit right in front of you. you never think youâll get over how pretty your boyfriend is and being reminded of it with how close he is to you makes you flustered. he leans in to kiss you passionately and you donât know if itâs the love he pours into it or the lack of air that has you so dizzy, you donât dwell on it.
when he pulls away heâs looking at you like you hung up the stars in the sky and he simply, almost shyly smiles at you and asks.
â will you be my valentine ?â
bakugou katsuki â„ïž
you did not expect katsuki to come barging into your dorm room five minutes after youâd posted your tiktok. the loud sound of someone banging on your door and proceeding to let themselves in seconds later causes you to let out a squeak.
in comes katsuki, phone tightly clutched in his hand and the moment his eyes zeroed on you heâs like a bull charging at a red flag. he stands right in front of you, angry frown on display before he shoves his phone in your face.
âexplain this. now.â he growls, you have to hold back a laugh, keeping your face as calm as possible you look between him, his screen then back at your phone.
âwhatâs confusing about it ? i thought i was being pretty straight forward.â
his eye twitches. âwhy the hell did you put me up for sale ?! and for three dollars and fifty fuckinâ cents ?!â he exclaims, you canât help the snort that bursts out of you, though katsuki doesnât look as amused as you are.
âexplain.â he deadpans.
âi think you can figure it out.â you shrug back.
he mutters insults to himself that you canât catch âwell obviously fuckinâ not, cus I wouldnât be askinâ you if i did.â you simply shrug and look back at your phone. âi wrote it in the caption.â
it takes him a second to process then heâs tapping his password and opening the clock app at super sonic speed. his eyebrows furrow and you see him tapping away at his phone. his eyes widen when he reads your caption and he looks down at you with a mix of desperation and disbelief.
âyouâre mad cus I didnât ask you to be my valentine ?â your bratty huff and turn to the side as you shrug again is all the answer he needs. he looks at you for about 5 seconds longer then sighs.
he sits down on your bed and keeps staring. katsuki bakugou hates a lot of things and one of those things is you ignoring him. a warm hand on your ankle startles you and you canât even ask him what heâs doing before your being yanked towards him. you squeal, almost missing the smirk on his face or the huff of laughter at your reaction. almost though, so you glare at him. katsuki looms over you until your noses almost touch, then you turn away with a huff. he chuckles, pressing his lips to your neck.
â yer such a baby, yâknow that ?â he mumbles, smirking against you neck. you huff but make no effort to shrug him off â no iâm not, jerk. is it so wrong for me to want my boyfriend to ask me to be his valentineâs ?â you grumble, trying to ignore the feel of his warm lips against your skin, itâs not working so well for you.
âsânot what iâm sayin, sweetsâ he nips at your earlobe ââm sayinâ ya coulda just told me âstead of beinâ a baby about it.â you canât tell if this is his way of trying to apologize. either way, you donât want to give in just yet.
âiâm not supposed to tell you to ask me to be your valentineâs katsuki, thatâs not the point~ !â you huff petulantly. you feel a but childish but, câmon ! itâs a given to have your boyfriend as your valentine and it wouldnât hurt your demon spawn of a boyfriend to be a little but romantic once in a while.
he playfully rolls his eyes at you âsee, whatâd i tell you? big baby.â leaning forward he nips at your nose making you groan and trying to push him away with your palm. katsuki being the powerhouse that he is, doesnât budge. â i didnât think to ask ya cus youâre already mine. so why should i need to ask something thatâs a given ?â
your heart beats faster at his words and katsuki takes his chance when he feels you loosing up more and more. suddenly heâs got your wrists in his grip, holding them above you and looking down at you with that sickeningly handsome smirk. youâre almost there, he can practically feel it.
âiâiâm..still mad at youâ you stutter out weakly, your defenses are down.
âyeah ?â he taunts.
âyeah. apologize.â
he scoffs, rolling his eyes lightheartedly âwhy should i apologize ? you said my fuckinâ feet stink.â
â ah, ah, ah.â you tut âdonât put words in my mouth, i said your feet were crusty.â
âyeah, thanks babe. that makes it so much better.â he sasses, you laugh âand i complimented you ! i said you were an amazing cook !â
âyeah but that ainât a compliment, âts a fact.â he says matter of factly, youâre eyes threaten to get stuck at the back of your skull with how hard you roll them and he snickers.
he dives in and steals a kiss, and then another one when you donât stop him. when he pulls away to catch his breath, ready to steal another kiss you stop him by placing your hand on his chest. he looks down at you questioningly and you give him a raised brow in response. he groans.
âfine. mâsorryâ he concedes quietly
âfoooorrr ?â you urge.
he narrows his eyes at you as if saying âdonât push itâ but swallows his words down â for not askinâ you to be my valentineâs or whatever the fuckâ he shoves his now hot face into your neck and mumbles ânow quit beinâ all pissed at me.â
youâre happy enough with that, so you wrap your arms around his neck, one of your hands creeping up his nape and into his hair. he sighs contentedly, clearly enjoying the attention youâre giving him.
âthank you. iâm also sorry for saying you have crusty feet.â hearing him scoff at the accusation makes you giggle âand for putting you up for sale.â he hums, happy with your apology.
â..kinda.â
âoi.â he warns. you giggle in response continuing your ministrations in his hair.
âyou still havenât asked me so..â you trail off. he lifts his head up to look at you with a blond eyebrow raised.
â does this valentine shit really matter that much to you ?â he asks.
you respond immediately âyes.â nodding aggressively to make your point.
he sighs, shaking his head. he looks at you, then looks off to the side in embarrassment, he can be so cute when he wants to be. steeling his nerves he looks you straight in the eyes. fearless with fierce red cheeks and all.
âb-be my valentine, idiot..â
#first multi chara fic lets gooooo!!!#and its a pretty long read so SIDDOWN.#i had alot of fun writing this tho def would do it again#i personally hc shoto as a dogshit cook but to each their own đ€đœ#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugo fluff#bakugou imagine#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katuski x reader#bakugou fluff#katsuki x y/n#katsuki x you#bakugou x you#bakugou x y/n#bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugo fluff#shoto drabble#shoto fluff#shoto x y/n#shoto x you#shoto x reader#todoroki shoto x reader#todoroki shouto x reader#shouto x reader#shouto x you#shouto x y/n
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LEVEL UP | STREAMER!SOOBIN X READER
 âč â àšâĄà§â  âč 
"NO NO NO NO," you heard your boyfriend, Soobin, yell in despair.
Glancing at the Snoopy-themed clock, it read 2:30 AM, marking five hours since he started streaming. You recalled his excitement about being sponsored by the game, hoping for future offers if it goes well.
Rising from your spot on the shared bed, you crossed the dimly lit hall to quietly open the door to his room. He remained intensely focused on the screen, the soft clicks of his mechanical keyboard echoing as you entered. Frustrated sighs followed each demise of his character on screen.
"Chat, you don't understand," he started, setting aside his keyboard and mouse. "No username, I am not taking backseat gaming or any advice from you. The last time I did that, it made me restart the ENTIRE game."
You chuckled softly, watching your boyfriend ruffle his hair in frustration. His slouched shoulders hinted that he was nearing his breaking point and pretty ready to end the stream.
"Binnie," you called out, settling into the beanbag adjacent to his desk.
Soobin perked up instantly at the sound of his name, swiftly removing his earbuds as he rose to approach you. "When did you come in?" he asked, crouching down to your level. Leaning in, he planted a kiss on your lips before gently settling on top of you, eliciting a surprised yelp at his sudden weight.
"You've been at it for five hours, hun," you said, poking his side playfully until he squirmed and finally got up after the tenth poke.
"Come here, and I'll show you why," he motioned you over, patting his lap. His followers knew about you because he couldn't help but talk about you at times, and they have seen your face from the times you brought him snacks or a drink during his streams.
"Hi Chat," You smiled, bringing your face closer to his webcam and giving them a little wave when you settled on his lap.
"Okay," Soobin placed his chin on your shoulder and returned his hands to the keyboard and mouse. "Just watch and see why I just can't get past this stupid level."
You weren't as big of a gamer as Soobin, but you knew your way around from the games he played or even those you tried yourself from the days when he didn't want to be at his computer.
One of the perks of having a gamer boyfriend who was also a popular streamer was having access to his Steam account and his credits to buy games that piqued your interest, often discovered from TikTok.
Your eyes analyzed his movements, and you couldn't help but giggle when he dropped his head, hitting the back of your neck. "I don't understand why it's not working," he sighed in frustration.
"Well, it's because you're not hitting that when you're doing your runs," you explained, gently removing his hands from the setup in front of you. Slowly, you moved his character over to what you believed was the key element for him to pass this level. "See, it's breakable with that TNT sign on it."
You restarted the level and began to execute your run. As you played, Soobin's eyes moved back and forth between his main screen and your side profile, a lovestruck smile spreading across his face, just as his chat had claimed always happened whenever you were in his peripheral vision.
His smile widened as you cheered, successfully passing the level he had spent the majority of his time on. "Wait, babe, you're crazy good," he exclaimed, his jaw-dropping in amazement at the winning transition.
"I'm just better than you, Soobie boobie" you teased, twisting slightly to face him and sticking out your tongue.
He shook his head, laughing, and wrapped his arms tighter around your waist, giving you a quick peck on your cheek.
His joyful expression quickly shifted to one of furrowed eyebrows as he read his chat.
"Chat, she IS NOT replacing me," he groaned, "And stop asking if she's single. I'll literally make out with her right here, right now."
an | there is no specific game I'm referencing, I couldn't really think of one but if anyone has an idea, I can make it for another one!
#kpop#iicehoon#iicehoon writes#kpop drabbles#kpop imagines#tomorrow x together#txt#txt post#soobin scenarios#soobie boobie#choi soobin x reader#choi soobin fluff#soobin imagines#txt drabbles#txt imagines#txt fic#txt fanfic
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Pretty in Pink
main masterlist ⧠kinktober masterlist âŠ
kinktober : day three - afab!reader x no-outbreak!joel miller
prompt : breeding [ 18+ mdni ]
word count : 1.5k
summary : you and joel have been trying for a baby for a while now, you're skeptical when you get advice from a friend but you're willing to try anything at this point.
warnings, etc. : fluffy, smut, praise, joel 'breeding kink' miller, p in v, unprotected sex, lingerie, creampie, pregnancy talk, this is just a quick little porny fluffy drabble lmao
a/n : yippee! happy 3rd day of oct!! def expect a lot of days switching around lmao, i'm just going w the flow lol
You stare at the bathroom mirror, you feel a little ridiculous but you know heâs had a hard week and at this point youâll do anything to help him relax. So you put on the pink satin nightie your friend had convinced you heâd love. You put on a bit of makeup before opening the door a smidge.
âClose your eyes.â You sound like a child the way you whine.Â
âYouâre killinâ me darlinâ.âÂ
âPlease?â
âOkay, okay.â You can practically hear the way he holds his hands up in defeat.Â
Youâre learning the hard way that trying for a baby is a long and arduous task. With Sarah in highschool, and Ellie in elementary, youâve agreed now is as good a time as any to try for one more. The only problem is you havenât been feeling great about how long itâs taking. Youâre easily discouraged despite how willing Joel seems to try as often and as hard as possible to knock you up.Â
So when your friend who is currently six months along offered to give you some advice you were more than willing to sit down at a nearby mall and talk. Youâd expected to hear the usual technical jargon. Track your cycle, avoid using lube, and reduce your caffeine intake. Youâve been doing all of that and more for months now with no luck but much to your surprise she had only one piece of advice.Â
âHave fun with it.âÂ
It sounded absurd to you but she kept on explaining. Telling you that it was important that you were both comfortable and enjoying yourselves, it helped her to try new things. You tried to explain to her that Joel was old fashioned, he didnât like new things. He liked you naked and in a bed, nothing fancy involved.Â
Your friend of course didnât seem convinced, dragging you to Victoria Secret, insisting that the sheer little pink thing youâd settled on was perfect.Â
Except it doesnât feel perfect.Â
Because now you actually have to show him and youâre pretty sure heâs just going to have you take it off immediately and youâll feel like an idiot and this will all be for nothing.Â
You take a few steps out of the bathroom, heâs sitting on the bed, back against the headboards as move towards him. wringing your hands nervously. He looks like he always does. Handsome, and in his boxers and navy blue shirt. Youâre beside him now and youâre just about to lose your nerve.Â
âNevermind this is stupid.â You blurt out as he opens his eyes. You give him an apologetic smile as he looks you up and down. You turn around, wanting to just change and forget any of this happened as he grabs you by your arm, pulling you onto the bed.Â
âNot stupid, not stupid at all.â He stares at you, infatuated as he pulls you onto his lap. He takes a bit of the see through fabric in his hands, running it through his fingers. âSâpretty.â
âReally? You like it?â
âWhy wouldnât I?â
âI thought you didnât like this kind of thing.â
âWhat kind of thing? Pretty things? I like you, why wouldn't I like this.â Your face gets hot as he lifts the fabric, running a finger along the hem of the matching pink panties.Â
âYou really like it?â Your face is getting hotter by the second as he drags you forward by your hips so you can feel his hard on straining through his boxers.Â
âLike it so much.â He rocks his hips up against you with a groan. âSuch a- fuck, such a pretty color.â He hooks a finger onto the crotch of your panties, pulling them to the side as he ruts up against you, watching with hungry eyes as you soak the front of his underwear. He usually spends quite a bit of time warming you up but now he seems wildly impatient as he pulls his dick out over the band of his boxers along with his balls. âWant you to wear this more often, sânice.âÂ
âTh-thanks.â You stammer out as he guides his cock into you as you sit up on your knees.Â
âSit down, sugar, take it all, I know you can do it.â Once he nudges the first couple of inches into you he brings his hands back to the sheer fabric. You do as he says, taking your time until youâre fully impaled on it, the two of you moaning in unison.Â
âOh, Joel.â You whisper, feeling the blunt head of his cock bump against your cervix.Â
âBet this would be even prettier stretched over a round belly.â He squeezes your hips, leveraging you down onto him as he thrusts up into you. Youâve never seen him so worked up as his hips jolt up into you, his breathing going unsteady. Heâs never been one to talk during the deed, usually all you can get out of him is a few grunts and curses but now he seemingly canât stop mumbling to himself as he marvels at the way the pick fabric clings to you in some places while flowing freely in others. âCanât wait to have you bouncing on my cock when youâve got your bump.â The sudden vulgarity from him shoots sparks through your veins as you slowly start moving, raising and dropping your hips, reveling in the feeling of him filling you completely as he bunches up the fabric a bit, pulling it out of the way so he can watch you take him.Â
âJoel please-â You whine, your hands go to the headboard behind him to steady yourself. âPlease touch me.â He enthusiastically obliges, one hand going to your clit while the other palms at your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers over the thin fabric. He leans forward, pulling your breast out of the nightie, sucking the tender flesh.Â
âThese are gonna get bigger too.â He mumbles against your tit, your hips stutter as he sinks his teeth into the swollen nub. âGonna be so round- and soft.â He sucks your nipple back into his mouth, his fingers picking up speed between your legs as you feel your stomach getting tight, your breath going ragged as you slam your hips down on him, pressing him deep against the spot inside of you that makes you see stars. âCome on- fuck, fucking take it.â He growls as he pops his mouth off of you, pulling you into a kiss as you chase the feeling inside of you, moaning against him until in one sharp motion you seat yourself on him completely, sending yourself over that edge.Â
His lips move from your mouth to your chin, then cheeks, then forehead, he kisses you everywhere as you work yourself through your orgasm, everything going tense as that white hot fire ripples through your veins.Â
When you come down from your high your legs feel like jelly and you honestly arenât sure youâre gonna be able to keep going but thankfully he takes matters into his own hands, planting his feet on the mattress firmly behind you as he wraps his arms around your torso to keep you upright. He fucks up into you, his pace brutal and unrelenting as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.Â
âGonna fill up this pretty pussy, make you a mama.â He murmurs against the sensitive skin of your throat, his thrusts quickly becoming clumsy as he groans. Heâs quick to follow you, his cock pulses and you can feel him spill against your walls, his demeanor softens with his prick as he rubs his nose against yours. âI love you sâmuch.â He mumbles, gently lifting you, helping you off his lap as you lay beside him.Â
You take a moment, catching your breath as he leaves the room, returning quickly with a glass of water, handing it to you as he turns the lights off, crawling into the blankets with you as you lay your head on his chest.Â
âLove you.â He says quietly, giving you a quick kiss that you know means good night as he settles in.
You sit in silence for a few minutes before sighing mostly to yourself.Â
âWhat if this doesnât work? Like ever?â You whisper into the darkness, curling yourself up closer to him.
You expect him to be asleep, or to brush you off, and to tell you that it will. Instead he just pulls you closer.
âThen weâll keep trying. And if it doesnât work then weâll look into other options. I went through the adoption process once already, it should be easier the second time around.â He kisses your forehead and you feel him relax, you know heâll be asleep in a few minutes. Youâre just happy heâs willing to validate your worries.Â
âGood night, love you.â You murmur, you really do mean it.Â
Heâs right. Youâll keep trying, and if it doesnât happen, it doesnât happen. Thereâs no way to know if youâre pregnant or not until then. (Although Joel isnât all that surprised when you take a test two weeks later and are met with two blue lines.)
a/n : for the first time ever i actually like something i wrote lol
#lincolndjarin#kinktober 2023#kinktober#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller fic#joel tlou#tlou joel#joel the last of us#joel miller#joel miller x reader#joel miller smut#joel miller x you#the last of us#fan fiction
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TELL ME WHERE IT HURTS (18+)
Pairing: boyfriend!logan howlett x f!reader
Warnings: 18+, very mild mentions of blood and injury, a bit of angst if you squint really hard, dryhumping, illudes to smut but doesn't happen
Summary: despite his healing abilities, it's in your nature to want to help and dote on logan, and he happens to know one way you can do exactly that
A/N: this is pretty short and shitty, might make a part 2 with actual smut
Battered and bruised after a particularly rough day, Logan sits lethargically on your shitty, patched up couch, thick legs spread wide enough for him to relax, but not all the way to accomodate for your form sitting on top of his lap, wiping away clumps of dirt and droplets of blood from his head and chest.
You're constantly pestering him to take better care of himself, especially when he gets into fights or goes on missions. He finds it adorable and endearing, but he's too smug to really listen to your advice.
"That little rag of yours isn't doin' much, hun." Logan chuckles softly, contradicting his own words as he leans into your touch, the damp cloth cooling his sweaty face, his tufts of dark, thick hair brushing against the tips of your fingers as his hazel-coloured eyes stare up at you.
"It's better than nothing." You huff, one hand holding Logan's firm, toned waist for stability while you tend to his wounds with the other. Unlike him, you can't seem to find the humour in the situation quite like he can. You hate seeing Logan constantly putting himself in unnecessary danger just because he's got the mutation to withstand it. You hate that he constantly feels the need to test that goddamn theory.
Logan sighs, not wanting to push his luck by making another cynical remark. He bounces one of his legs out of impatience, wanting to just enjoy being at home without constantly being reminded of how his mutation and the expectations that come along with it are killing him. But, his brooding mood is quickly interrupted when the faint, all too familiar scent of your arousal suddenly fills his senses. That tangy, slightly sweet, intoxicating aroma has the ability to distract Logan from practically anything, like some sort of drug that he's absolutely hooked on.
His gaze drops to your open thighs, your clothed pussy pressed right up against his crotch, and its obvious that the movement of his bouncing leg radiating through your body on top of his own is affecting you. Your grip on the rag has tightened and your hips are ever so slightly rolling against Logan's pelvis, but of course he's noticed.
"Y'know what, bub? I think there is something you can help me with after all..."
the logan brainrot is messing with me rn so I must share my thoughts
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SEX THERAPIST.
nsfw! -- lowkey got the idea from some wattpad book i read a couple years ago LMAOAOA someone lmk what its called if yk what im talking about.
this was so rushed, but I wanna make more parts to this soooooo, should I ?? + not proofread sorry for any mistakes
Over the past few weeks, challenges have emerged in your relationship with your boyfriend, including a sexual issue. A friend suggested seeking the help of a relationship therapist, specifically a sex therapist.
Following this advice, both of you attended therapy sessions, which have been generally positive. The sessions have been conducted by Mr. Skywalker, and you couldn't help but notice his flawlessly attractive presence.
Today, Mr. Skywalker invited you to a session alone, as your boyfriend was away on a work trip and couldn't attend. Despite the familiarity of being in therapy sessions with your boyfriend, you found yourself unexpectedly nervous about being in Mr. Skywalker's office alone.
This uneasiness contrasted with the usual sessions where he sometimes appeared agitated when you had discussed certain relationship issues.
You subtly pushed open the door to his office, finding him absorbed in his laptop. His intense gaze lifted as he noticed your entrance, and he grunted, "Good to see you," shutting his laptop without breaking eye contact.
Taking a seat across from him, you couldn't help but feel a mix of intimidation and attraction as his penetrating eyes swept over you, especially when they almost hungrily traced the lines of your pretty skirt.
"Hey," you greeted, adjusting yourself and placing your purse aside.
"How are you today?" he inquired, the discussion soon shifting towards your boyfriend, and he cut right to the chase.
"Any differences?" he demanded, a hint of authority in his tone. "Or just the same?"
With a sigh, you reluctantly nodded, "Just the same."
"hm, I see, today, we're going to try something" he declared, taking a pause before continuing, "different from our usual sessions,"
"Alright?" he asked, his gaze holding yours in a way that sent shivers down your spine.
And with that, you nodded.
"Now, hun, you know better than that, use your words," he advised, raising his eyebrows with a subtle challenge, making you gulp at the underlying intensity.
Despite the unease, you nodded again, confirming, "Yes, it's alright."
He nodded in approval, a sly smile playing on his lips. "There we go, that's better," he cooed.
You struggled to maintain composure as he rose slowly from his seat.
Fuck, he looked too good.
It felt almost wrong to acknowledge, but he exuded a captivating mix of intimidation and raw appeal. Giving you a piercing look, he wordlessly gestured for you to stand.
You complied, standing mere inches from him, reveling in the sizzling height difference that fueled your desires.
"Relax, you're nervous," he spoke in a low, commanding tone, his massive, yet surprisingly gentle hand tracing along your shoulder.
"Remember the breathing activities Nadia taught you?" he questioned, referencing a previous therapist.
You nodded.
"I want you to do those for me right now," he demanded, and you obeyed.
Inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, you followed the practiced routine. Anakin's intense presence lingered, making your transformation into a calmer state palpable to both him and yourself.
"Good," he cooed, a low rumble in his voice.
"Very good," he continued, his unwavering gaze fixed on yours.
"You mentioned that when he touches you, he tends to rush things and doesn't take his time, right?" Anakin inquired.
You nearly choked on your words, but you managed to nod. "Yes, he rushes it," you concurred, and he nodded, trailing his fingers down your shoulders.
"You don't like that," he stated, and you just shrugged.
"If you want my help, you're going to have to talk to me," he asserted, his tone firm.
"So, I'm going to ask you again. You don't like it, correct?" he demanded, and without hesitation, you responded, "yes, It's not even enjoyable for me now," you explained, having this weird feeling inside of you.
Your eyes threatened to lose focus as his commanding lips left a trail of kisses along your neck.
"He doesn't get you squirming like this, does he?" he demanded, his breath sending shivers down your spine.
"He doesn't even bother to kiss me," you breathlessly responded, almost whimpering when Anakin abruptly halted his assault on your neck. Gripping your face with his two hands, he sneered, "Well, it's his loss."
Before you could fully process his words, he forcefully pulled you into a fervent kiss, his tongue asserting dominance while his hands explored your body. In response, your hands navigated the contours of his physique. Standing on your toes, you seized his shirt, pulling him in for more.
"I'm going to teach you," he growled between kisses, his voice dripping with intimidation and promise.
"I'm going to show you what it truly means to feel good."
He was making his intentions unmistakably clear.
You offered no resistance, the unfamiliar sensations captivating you entirely. A low whimper escaped your lips as you looked up at him with pleading eyes, your voice adopting a desperate tone.
"Do whatever you want to me, please," you begged.
In response, a grin spread across his face, his gaze growing more intense. He effortlessly lifted you, carrying you to his desk and placing you on the edge without a care for the paperwork that might have fallen.
Unconcerned about the potential mess, he kissed you again, deliberately slow and enticing, leaving you craving more as his lips reluctantly pulled away. Descending to your neck, he gradually knelt on the ground, spreading your legs apart.
Inhaling your scent, he groaned as his fingers teased the material of your skirt.
"Cute," he murmured before his tongue traced over your damp panties.
"He's never made you this wet, has he? This all f'me?" he cooed, and with a whimper, you nodded. Your hands tangled in his hair as his tongue continued to trace circles over your panties.
"Raise your hips for me, baby," he murmured, standing up slightly. Complying, you lifted your hips, allowing him to smoothly pull down both your skirt and panties, discarding them carelessly on the floor.
Returning to his previous position on his knees, he watched you with an intensity that left you feeling exposed.
Shyly attempting to close your legs, he intervened without hesitation, forcefully parting them. Biting his lip at the revealing sight before him, his hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge.
He planted a couple of kisses on your inner thighs before his tongue skillfully lapped over your drenched core. His eyes remained locked onto yours, never wavering for a second, intensifying the heat of the moment.
Your body quivered at his sudden actions, and soon enough, he began sucking at your clit, causing your head to arch back in pleasure.
"fuck ani, 's good" you cried out, legs shaking from how good it was, how good he was.
He never let anyone refer to him with the nickname, 'ani', but an exception was made for you.
"Louder," he demanded, and you complied, moaning and whimpering in response to his skilled ministrations.
Your breath caught as you almost moaned at the sight of his chin glistening with your arousal. His nose grazing your clit with each rhythmic motion elicited loud moans from you. His unyielding grip on your thighs persisted, and he skillfully positioned you to allow the subtlest rocking of your hips back and forth.
"oh my gosh" you cried out, your hand clutching the lamp on his desk for dear life as your legs trembled uncontrollably.
"mmm," he cooed, continuing to suck on your clit. "Such a good pussy this is," he murmured appreciatively.
"Want all your damn juices in my mouth. Come on, baby, cum," he grunted, and with those words, and his absolute torture going on with your cunt, you made a mess all over his face.
He persisted in his relentless actions even after you reached your peak, a smirk playing on his lips as he finally stood up. Grabbing your trembling hand, he guided it over to the bulge in his pants.
"Feelin' me, baby?" he sneered, and with a pout, you nodded.
"Where do you want this, here, hm?" he taunted, using his other hand to press down on your lower stomach.
Again, you nodded.
"Yes, please," you begged, and he chuckled, a menacing tone underscoring the sound.
Sealing his lips to yours, he tasted you through the kiss, reveling in the control he held. His hands roughly palmed your breasts through your shirt before pulling away for the slightest second to take off your top, following your bra.
"Off," you whined, eyeing his pants as you undid the buttons on his shirt. Soon, both of you had discarded clothes, each piece carelessly thrown around his office.
"Such a pretty pussy, been denied for so long, huh?" he jeered, removing his boxers.
You found yourself almost intimidated by his size, and as he brought it to your slit, he chuckled while deliberately teasing it against your folds.
"Lay down," he demanded, and you whined.
"But your desk, what if itâ" you started expressing concern, but he cut you off.
"Do you think I give a damn about my desk, love? I don't give a single shit if it breaks. I'm going to fuck you," he spat out.
"I'm going to fuck you just the way you deserve it."
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I saw this tiktok that showed how Epel admires Leona, so Imma tell ya this lil thought I had abt it.
So basically, when Epel doesn't see Vil on sight, he just goes running looking for Leona and Yuu, and once he finds them in the botanic house, he's so excited to pass time with them it's like they both are Epel's parents, and I love it.
(Also, I started following cause I love your work, keep it up hun!đ€)
Thank you for the kind words! aaa you're so sweet >////<
I def think he really admires Leona, but I think he's more likely to view Leona as an older brother, especially since I'm pretty sure Epel is an only child, along with being the only person his age in his hometown. I think if Yuu in this specific scenario acts like an older sibling, then something like this would probably happen!
Leona probably gets a bit annoyed at first, as it reminds him a bit of Cheka and how clingy the little guy can get. But seeing that Epel has proved himself and his abilities at Spelldrive practice, and Yuu's insistence that Epel come hang out with them, he begrudgingly lets Epel chill with them in the gardens.
Funny enough, it mostly works out as Epel just likes being around them (and having a break from Vil). He doesn't try to force conversation with Leona, so he mostly talks to Yuu about their classes, how Spelldrive has been going, and generally chatting. They're both actually quite quiet, giving Leona a bit of white noise as he naps with his head on Yuu's lap.
Epel does beam a bit the few times that Leona also joins their conversations, he might even be so lucky that our favorite super senior might drop a tidbit of advice or leave a comment here or there! He won't admit it, but he does like having someone look up to him the way Epel does, especially since it pisses off Vil at the same time.
Leona will occasionally shoo Epel away, or tuck him and Yuu away in a secluded corner of the gardens to have some alone time. He does like having them all to himself, after all!
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GUYS. YOU. HAVE. TO. FIND. YOUR. OWN. WAY. OF. SHIFTING.
I started shifting in july 2022, restarted my journey in March 2023, and shifted successfully in February 2024
Why did it take some time? Because I was always sticking to the tips and advice that shifttok and shifters on YouTube has told me
How did I shift? I made my own shifting method, my own rules, my own affirmations, and used a subliminal that no one had told me to use
What the fuck am I saying? You don't need anyone's method, anyone's advice, anyone's story time, YOU make YOUR OWN METHOD, DO WHAT YOU'RE COMFORTABLE WITH, THEIR SUBCONSCIOUS MIND IS DIFFERENT THAN YOURS, GOT IT?
you're welcome, hun, happy shifting
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