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eupheme · 26 days ago

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k03. submission + restraints | in your hands

alfred pennyworth x f!reader

rated e - 2.7k

tags: sub!(and bossy)alfred vibes, use of alcohol, established relationship, references to stress/stress relief, restraints, teasing, oral sex (f rec), PiV, aftercare

When Alfred confesses he’s having trouble getting his mind off his work, you’re all too happy to lend a hand.

The Tower is dark when you get there.

Following the low hum of plucked jazz notes through the hall, until you find Alfred in his study - fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

Eyes screwed shut. His other hand grasping the rim of a half-drunk scotch.

You know he works hard. Too hard - have seen the dark shadows under his eyes. Your bed empty when you wake in the morning for far too many days in a row.

How much he does for Bruce. For you. Always putting himself last, as he works his knuckles to the bone.

Cracked and bleeding, and he still won’t say a word.

“Hi, baby,” Your voice is soft, from the doorway, “Long day?”

His eyes flutter open at the sound of your voice. Smile soft, as he sets the glass down on the side table, lined up neatly on the coaster.

“Something like that.”

You can see the weariness in his face, as you slip onto the seat next to him. Meeting into the press of your lips as you greet him, letting loose a long-held sigh.

“Glad to see you, darling.”

“Me too.” You smile, “Any way I can help?”

The look he gives you is soft, a hand dropping to squeeze against your thigh.

“I don’t think so, love. I need to step away, actually.” He sighs, “But I just can’t ever seem turn it off. For better or for worse.”

Thick fingers tap against his temple. You place a kiss there, and he leans into your touch with a stifled groan.

“Keep seeing things I need to do. Things I never have enough time for.”

Your lips brush his cheek, right at the edge where his stubble is scraped clean, “Think you need to rest. You’re pushing too hard.”

His eyebrows raise. Another sip of his drink. The soft smack of lips with him hum, something close to a half-hearted smile, “Think I’m far too old to be learning new tricks, darling.”

There’s a dozen instances on the tip of your tongue that would prove that statement wrong.

Instead, your head cocks - considering.

You’d been sitting on a partially-solved puzzle for weeks.

Something about the way Alfred’s posture had straightened when you first met, when Bruce assured you that butler would “see to your every need.”

The way his eyes dropped too quickly from yours, after - the blush that began at his ears, rose-petal pink. Caught and stamped down before it reached his cheeks.

Of course, it hadn’t meant anything - an acknowledgement to his role of seeing over the Manor.

But it had been there again - months later. The way his hips had flexed hard into the mattress as your fingers tugged on slicked-back curls.

The pleads for “more” and “harder” turning sharp as your orgasm had rushed towards you. His fingers pinching into your skin with your command, as he all but groaned into your messy cunt.

All too eager to please.

Maybe he just wanted - needed - a firm hand.

Maybe it could be yours.

You wish you had your own drink, to steel your nerves. A breath that you hold for a heartbeat, before your asking.

“I could do that for you.” It comes out hushed.

“Show you how to turn off.”

His eyes flick to yours. Silent consideration. Curiosity sparking, in the sharp chips of blue.

Not an outright denial, leading you to babble, “It’s not like I haven’t thought about it before.”

The look in his eyes when you ride him. Head tipped back against the pillows. Unable to help bucking into you, fingers pinching hard enough to bruise. Handing over the reigns a little too eagerly.

Desperation edging into his tone, when he begs you to come for him.

That look simmers in his gaze, now. Head tilting towards yours, letting you close the gap. A soft hum when your mouth slants against his. Lips parting when your tongue licks at his lip.

A rough groan, when you deepen it.

Leaning into him, his torso twisting as your hands wander - a palm against his chest. The other at his jaw, feeling the way the tight tension in his neck loosens.

“Don’t have to do anything you don’t want, baby.” You murmur, against his lips - as if he wasn’t still deadly, sharpened steel wrapped in silk, “But if, if you want this-”

“Yes.” It’s hushed.

It’s permission - your eyes dark, hungry, when you lean back. A curve of your lips, almost surprised at how quickly he answers.

“You’re going to listen to me?” You clarify.

Alfred is a stubborn man. Cleverer than most. Set in his ways - used to being in charge, even if you can see through the cracks.

“Going to be good for me?”

His jaw grits. The heave of his chest against the tight vest. Your fingers still resting above his heart. There’s a jerk of his chin - you can feel it against your lips, as they press to his jaw.

“Words, Alfred.”

There’s a sharp inhale at his name. You rarely use it. Soft sentiments have worked their way into your vocabulary over the last few weeks. It slams into him, his voice going low and rough.

“Yes, darling.”

Heat curls inside you. A considering look, when you lean back. Fingers tracing over his neat uniform - that crisp, white shirt. The tidy vest. A black tie, fastened at his throat.

“Do you like this tie?” Your fingers hook around the knot, gently tugging, “I mean, would you be upset if I wrinkled it?”

Alfred fingers twitch. Torn between loosing it himself, and keeping his hands somewhere more interesting. Tracing along your legs, the curve of your hips.

“You may do as you like.” He husks, “With all of me.”

His words make your thighs press together. Already damp from his mouth against yours. Fingers working the fabric free, twisting around your fingers as you consider.

“Wrists together.”

He’s obedient, in the way they touch behind his back. A beat, before you bind him.

“You trust me?”

It’s a loaded question. The amount of times Alfred has allowed himself to be vulnerable in the years after he became Bruce’s guardian could be counted on one hand.

His voice is low, rough, as he answers.

“Always.”

There’s the flex of his muscles as you twine the tie around. You can hear his inhale - swallowing words down twice. Lips curving, so certain he’s prepared to offer his thoughts.

Advice on how to tie better knots - ones to properly restrain him - instead of the pretty ones you make.

Thinking better of it, for you.

He shivers, when your lips press against his bound wrists. When you loop the ends into a bow, tugging them straight.

“Pretty.” You hum, leaning back.

Already thinking of some improvements. Admiring the pulled-back flex of his shoulders. The dark glitter of his eyes, below the severe brow.

“Bedroom, I think.”

There’s a divan at the foot of the bed that you’re already picturing a use for,

He follows, allowing your hand to rest on his arm for balance. Testing the bindings with your fingertips, as he follows you through the conjoined door, into his room.

There’s a folded blanket on the arm that you lay out in front of the couch. He kneels without asking, and it sends a thrill up your spine. Settling yourself in front of him on the cushion, legs spreading on either side of his hips.

“I want your mouth on me.” You tell him, trying to set the tone.

The edge of his lips pull up, “You’re wearing a bit too much for that, darling.”

“Already talking back?” Your brow arches, “I thought a good little solider like you would want to listen.”

His eye darken, focused on how you work the sweater from your shoulders. Folding it slowly, setting it beside you on the couch.

“Haven’t been a solider in a long time.”

“A butler, then.” You coo - his eyes fixed on your chest. Tracing the pretty lace as he waits. The slight crease in his brow when your fingers hook in the waistband of your leggings, instead.

“You’ll tend to my every need, right? It’s your duty, after all.”

He can see where the fabric dampens between your thighs. No answer, except for the rough exhale of his breath. The flex of his shoulders, a reminder that he can’t touch you the way he wants.

Those eyes greedy, when you lean forward to work on him next. Carefully unfastening his vest. Working each mother of pearl button loose, until his shirt hangs open at his chest.

Hips shifting, when you loosen his belt. Leaning into the way you palm him. Not expecting how hard he is already, straining against the expensive trousers.

A stifled groan as you work him free. Letting his cock rest against the pushed down fabric of his boxers, cradled in the deep dip of the open zipper.

Exposed, to your view.

“There we go,” You hum, voice low. Admiring.

A finger traces along his shaft, his cock bobbing beneath your touch. His jaw gritting, to bite back a plea as you settle back against the couch. Your panties tugged down your thighs, laid on top of the pile of clothing where he can see them.

Alfred leans forward when you finally rest against the back, but your hand presses against his shoulder.

“Impatient,” Your tongue clicks. Fingers catching his chin, thumb smoothing across his beard.

Two fingers against his lower lip, with the twist of your hand.

“Open.”

His lips part automatically. A rough groan buzzes against the pads of your fingers. You don’t even have to tell him to suck - his eyes already closed. Another shift of his hips, rutting into air.

The pinch of teeth when you withdraw, as if to keep you for another moment. Another rough sound, when you fit those fingers between your thighs, instead of letting him taste you like he wants.

Biting back a soft sigh, as your fingers circle against slick flesh. Thighs inching wider as he shifts closer.

“You’re teasing me?” He husks, eyes narrowing.

“Distracting you.” You hum, “Are you thinking about work?”

He groans - a sharp, sideways jerk of his chin.

“Thinking about your pretty cunt, darling.” It’s almost a growl, ”You said you wanted my mouth, yes?”

Your hips lift into your touch.

“Then let me use it.” He coaxes, that rough edge pitching into need.

A beat, as you consider. The slow shift of your hips, as you angle them at the edge of the couch. He’s already leaning forward - your foot lifting to press against his thigh to halt him.

“I want you in me after,” You tell him, “So you don’t get to come until I say.”

He moans, and the second your foot shifts his head so he can tongue at your clit. Something ragged mumbled out - a “thank you” that’s drowned out by your own cry.

Open-mouthed kisses pressed against your pussy. Devouring you greedily, making up for the lack of his fingers with the way his tongue dips inside you.

Groaning into you, when he tastes how wet you are.

Unable to help the flex of his hips. Panting, when your fingers twist into his hair. Mussing the tidy strands, when you guide him to where you need.

You know what it’s like - his effect on you, how you’re putty in his hands.

How he leans into yours now, unaware of the way his cock drools. The string that drips from him, how his length jerks each time your fingers tighten in his hair.

But you notice. You see how far gone he is. The pretty haze in his eyes.

“You close already, baby?” You coo, “Want me to touch you?”

“No,” His chest heaves, as he draws back for a breath, “Don’t deserve it, need to make you come first.”

It’s on the tip of your tongue to argue. To tell him that he deserves that, and more. That you’d give him everything.

But you think he must need this.

An edge creeps into your tone, soft and commanding.

“Then make me come.”

Your words shoot through him. A ragged groan when your thigh hooks over his shoulder.

All his attention narrowing down to the flick of his tongue against your clit. To the sound of your breath, every little hitch of your hips. Everything that tells him what you need.

Knowing just how to bring you over the edge. Leaning into the words that slide from you, the praise slipping over his skin.

“Fuck, right there.” You whine, “Gonna make me come, baby. So good for me-”

He keeps the exact pace you need - your breath growing short, as your orgasm crashes over you.

Riding the high of doing this for him. His sweet submission, that eagerness that rolls off him in waves. That knowledge that if you hadn’t told him not to, he would have spilled all over the floor some time ago.

The bliss courses through you, hips bucking into his tongue. Alfred doesn’t stop, until your hands find his jaw, gently easing him from you. The pleasure still throbbing deep inside - almost aching from the way he drew it out.

He has been good.

Intent on pleasing you. Needing it, but every man has his limits, and this is his - tasting you, while being bound like this.

Trying so hard to hold himself back. To listen, to ignore that deep clench in his belly. That urge to shift forward, to rut himself against the fabric of the couch until he’s spilling against him.

He can taste you on his lips. You’re smeared across his chin, against the dark bristles of his beard.

“That was so good, honey.” It comes out breathless. His lips part with the praise, knees pressing into the blanket as his thighs shift wider.

“Come here.” You coo - fingers against his chin again.

Drawing him up to you, your mouth meeting his as he kneels. Tugging him closer, “Wanna feel you come for me. You can do that, right?”

His moan comes out ragged.

You have to guide him into you. Reaching between down to line him up - he sinks into you the second he feels the tight clutch of your pussy around him.

Losing himself, in the way his hips jerk forward. Pushing himself deep, hips pumping as his arms strain against the binding.

Unable to touch you the way he’d like, and it drives him mad - head bowed as he watches the way you take him, again and again.

Could try to make you come again, and he wants to - that urge burning through him. Almost begging you in hushed tones, wanting to feel you one last time.

“Make it up to me later.” You tell him, and when your leg hooks around his hip to drive him deeper - that last bit of control slips through his fingers.

He’s coming with a ragged moan on his next thrust. Pleasure still ripples inside you - and the way he comes undone so quickly send another wave rushing through you.

His hips stuttering as his muscles string tight. Lips parted, grunting as he throbs inside you. The stress sloughing off, the pleasure turning him mindless.

Only aware of the tight, warm grip of your pussy around him. The sloppy drive of his cock, as his thrusts grow shallow. Trying to keep himself buried deep as he comes.

There’s still the sharp pinch of the tie around his wrists. Still holding him at your mercy, a place that he puts himself willingly.

Eagerly.

He’s always been yours.

Alfred is boneless against you. Lips parted as he pants, a warning sound when you try to slip free.

You stay another minute - pressed full of him. Kisses pressed to his cheek, his temple, as your hands slip behind. Loosening that knot.

Guiding him onto the bed when he finally lets you rise. Carefully tugging off his clothes.

Smoothing lotion onto his wrists - he’ll have to keep his sleeves rolled down tomorrow, with how hard he tugged on his bindings.

Lips pressing against his pulse, his limbs still limp in your grasp.

“Still worrying about work?” You ask softly.

He stirs then. A low chuckle.

“Actually,” There’s the curve of lips, a tired smile.

“I’m not thinking about anything at all.”

thank you for reading! 💖

#alfred pennyworth x reader #alfred pennyworth #alfred pennyworth x you #alfred pennyworth x f!reader #alfred pennyworth smut #kinktober #kinktober 24 #andy serkis

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hcavyheart · 4 months ago

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Antes tarde do que nunca, vamos nós para um starter call que pode ser adaptado para ambas as partes do evento assim que eu fizer. Para isso, vocês vão escolher um dos personagens e frases disponívies + um emoji de um lugar na festa + uma atração + o @ do personagemde vocês!

Ex: K01 + 🪩 + Caminho das estralas + @juninhodograu

CAPITÃO GANCHO

K01: "Well, this is awkward."

K02: "I'm not interested in company, especially from you. You stay the hell away from me while I'm off duty."

K03: "Why won't you give up?"

K04: "A loving heart is a forgiving heart, don't you agree?"

K05: "Do try and live a little longer for me, hm?"

K06: "Got to say you handled yourself pretty well back there. I can't stay mad after a show like that."

K07: Why am I never proud of you? Don't take it personally."

MULAN

M01: "What do you mean, no?"

M02: "Oh, hell. I'm sorry."

M03: "I would very much like to hear the story of how that happened."

M04: "Careful. You almost sounded excited about something."

M05: "You're not even a little bit impressed?"

M06: "What advantage does my anger buy you?"

M07: "You're going to die for nothing?"

SOPHIE HATTER

S01: "Go ahead, speak your mind."

S02: "We're all heading towards an unknown destination."

S03: "Take your time, we're not in a rush."

S04: "He may appear distant and cold, but his heart is kind."

S05: "A meeting like this has to have been written in the stars."

S06: "…what? Is there something on my face?"

S07: "Walking the same path over and over will never be the same, there will always be something new."

Lugares Disponíveis

🪩: DISCOTECA NAS ESTRELAS

Caminho das estrelas

Pista de boliche

Pista de rollerskate

Cabine de fotos

Karaokê

🎭: O BIZARRO, FANTÁSTICO E ATORMENTADOR BAILE DE MÁSCARAS

Castelo abandonado

Biblioteca dos espelhos

Jardim dos arrependimentos

🏖️: O LUAU ENCANTADO

Roda realmente gigante

Ostras na bandeja

Conversa com animais marinhos

Navio pirata

⛺: ACAMPAMENTO DE AVENTURAS NA FLORESTA

Fogueira

Competição de cuspe à distância, queda de braço, luta corporal, arremesso de machados e entre outras

Jogos

Caça ao urso

#. * ✧ 𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 ﹕ starter.#Ficou grande #mas tá bonitinho

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ru5t · 5 months ago

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@peranarkia //> Open Waves.

"Incoming broadcast to line K03... If any generous 'joys are out there..." A voice whispers through the static across a radio line that they pray reaches zones four and five. "The robotics field in zone 2... I'm hiding... Too many to fight alone. If anyone, anyone, can come and lend help, I'll make a fair trade when we both make it out alive... Please..."

The dusty crackle almost passes right on by her, sprinting through signals as she is. It's a broad scan. The kind she sets up to combat the empty silence of the open desert, never really stopping on anything in particular but weaving through one frequency to the next, generating a stream of babble. So much idle noise that, funnily enough, what stands out is a quiet whisper.

Tech sets her book aside to grab for the transmitter, hastily shuffling back to live line. At first it seems empty, some stretch of quiet static. Then it kicks up again. The call brings a tilt to her head the new voice on the end of he line can't see, of course. It's not often than an SOS goes down a locked line — then up come the words robotics field and suddenly it all makes sense. She locks in to transmit back.

“You gotta be the luckiest unlucky bastard I ever ran across,” she opens, bypassing hello's and oh no's entirely. She knows the bot dump like an old pair of boots knew who broke 'em in. Including the part where if they catch you there they absolutely swarm. No fighting that, short of being bulletproof or going out with a bang and just so many bullet holes. “If you're already pinned there's no way I could get there fast enough, but here's the lucky part— I'm more use t'you all the way out here anyhow.” Multi-taking ahoy; while running it down, she drags her bag close and hauls out the rest of her gear, the transmitter pinned between he shoulder and cheek so she use both hands. “Now. Next time it won't get you ghosted straight off you poke your head outta whatever hidey-hole you're in an' tell me how close you are to that reeeeaaal tall stack, the one with the long yellow beam stuck out of it. ..Looks like it's givin' you the finger?”

#peranarkia #c:\\work>dir t:\ ic* //.txt .rtf .doc/#c:\\work>dir v:\ the ghost girl* //5.main/#[rattles this as a prompt/starter] aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (affectionate)#u know in video games. when sometimes there are levels where you're the guy on the ground and there's another guy telling you where to go ?#vibes.#she's got a trick up her sleeve. trust.

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louscribbles · 1 year ago

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THIS WEEKEND! I'll be at vancaf K03 selling my wares- I got books, prints and a buncha other goodies, pls come visit me!!

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auxiliarydetective · 1 year ago

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Technically Evie's Ask Extravaganza, The Finale - Allow me to introduce to you...

Evie's Multiverse - The Official™ Prompt List

Rules:

Send me an ask with the characters and prompts you want

Combining prompts is allowed, including across categories

You don't have to ask for a character and their S/O but lots of these prompts are best suited to write OTPs - use your best judgement to assess whether your prompt is such a prompt

Include any special preferences or details you'd like to see - this also means that you should include the level of smuttiness you want to see if the prompt you sent me could be interpreted in a spicy way

Be nice

What I will write:

Stories for my OCs and their ships, any day, anytime if I have any time and energy to spare

Ships between canon characters - if I know the characters and their dynamics, I can definitely try. If I actively ship them, I definitely will try

AUs, just specify it in your ask

Spicy stuff, including some kinks BUT refer to the rest of the rules

Heavy topics

What I will NOT write:

Explicit smut. I just don’t feel comfortable doing it. Fade-to-black? Yes. But no smut. Trust me, there are other writers who do a better job and you yourself have an imagination ;) Not as much of a rule anymore by now but it might take a while for me to do it. Also, it won't be the sort of smut you're used to but rather the way I write smut, which includes allusions, metaphors and euphemisms and excludes your typical smut words as much as possible - if you don't like that style quirk of mine, don't request smut.

Incest and pedophilia

Most pregnancy stuff

As a general rule of thumb, if you don’t know whether I would be willing to write something, just ask. I've intentionally left some of these rules more or less vague to give the space for interaction. If I find something in your ask that I don't want to write that way, I'll let you know and maybe modify the prompt a little if possible so I can still write something for you without having to fully turn you down. Either way, communication is key!

You can avoid the spicy prompts on this list by just not scrolling down all the way. They're the last block of text. :)

Fluff

☆ F01: Accidentally falling asleep together

☆ F02: Adjusting the other's necklace/tie

☆ F03: Caught in the rain

☆ F04: Compliments

☆ F05: Cooking as a love language

☆ F06: Cuddles

☆ F07: Described through the eyes of their lover

☆ F08: Falling asleep in the other's lap

☆ F09: Head pats/playing with the other's hair

☆ F10: Humming/singing

☆ F11: Needy for attention

☆ F12: Pet names

☆ F13: Puppy dog eyes

☆ F14: Reading together

☆ F15: Sharing food

☆ F16: Sitting on the other's lap

☆ F17: Slow dancing

☆ F18: Sticking warm/cold hands beneath the other's shirt

☆ F19: "Wait, you think I'm cute/pretty/...?"

☆ F20: "You look beautiful."

☆ F21: "You smell nice."

☆ F22: "You’re an idiot." "But I'm your idiot."

Kiss Prompts

♡ K01: A kiss as an apology

♡ K02: A kiss on the hand

♡ K03: An unexpected kiss

♡ K04: Cheek kiss

♡ K05: Desperate kiss

♡ K06: Forehead kiss

♡ K07: Kiss goodbye

♡ K08: Kissing the tears away

♡ K09: Passionate kisses that leave them breathless

♡ K10: Neck kisses

♡ K11: Sleepy morning kisses

♡ K12: Staring at the other's lips, trying not to kiss them

♡ K13: Wandering kisses

♡ K14: "Kiss me."

♡ K15: "Your lips are so soft...

Whump/Hurt & Comfort

♧ W01: Caring for the other while sick

♧ W02: Finding the other crying

♧ W03: Insecurities

♧ W04: Kidnapped

♧ W05: Nightmare

♧ W06: Patching up a wound

♧ W07: Poison

♧ W08: "Can you talk?"

♧ W09: "Don’t move."

♧ W10: "How many fingers?"

♧ W11: "I can't feel my legs."

♧ W12: "I can't get up."

♧ W13: "I'm fine."

♧ W14: "Is that blood?"

♧ W15: "Please, don’t leave."

♧ W16: "Wake up, damn it, wake up!"

♧ W17: "You’re safe with me."

♧ W18: "You’re doing great."

Tropes

◇ T01: Domestic

◇ T02: Drunken confession

◇ T03: Forced Proximity

◇ T04: "Oh. Oh."

◇ T05: Secret relationship

◇ T06: Sharing body heat

◇ T07: Song fic - Pick a song from their OC or ship playlist and I'll use it as a prompt

◇ T08: Soulmates AU

◇ T09: There was only one bed

◇ T10: "Who did this to you?"

◇ T11: Wild card - you decide what I write!

Spicy

♤ S01: Body worship

♤ S02: Pinned

♤ S03: Roaming hands

♤ S04: Touch-starved

♤ S05: "Do you really want to do this?"

♤ S06: "Don’t tease me like that."

♤ S07: "I won’t bite - unless you want me to."

♤ S08: "I'll be very gentle."

♤ S09: "Make me."

♤ S10: "Say that again."

♤ S11: "Tell me how much you want me."

♤ S12: "Touch me."

#you can use these prompts on your blog too if you want to #just ask and i'll make a reblogable version without my rules #ask game #writing prompts #evie's ask extravaganza

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onedirectdeals · 12 days ago

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qicardiraq · 1 month ago

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يسرنا دعوتكم لزيارة جناح نظام عافية الصحي في معرض ومؤتمر الصحة الدولي، والمخصص لجميع المهتمين بالقطاع الصحي من أطباء، صيادلة، ومختبرات. سنكون متواجدين من 18 إلى 21 ايلول في قاعة 16، الجناح K03 في معرض بغداد الدولي.

زورونا للاستفادة من اشتراك مجاني في تطبيق عافية مع التدريب الكامل، بالإضافة إلى التعرف على عروض التقسيط وأجهزة قبول الدفع الإلكتروني.

لا تفوتوا الفرصة، ونتطلع إلى استقبالكم.

نظام عافية الصحي – شريككم في النجاح الطبي.

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roleplay-abiogenesis2 · 2 years ago

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"Oh~ here's my will and testament for when I die. I wish for my remains to be scattered all over my precious son. No cremation necessary."

In case anyone forgot, he's still a complete sociopath.

#v01 || k project #k03 || there's my cute little monkey~ [ic: fushimi niki]#//we were talking about characters you love to hate on discord #and father of the year here woke up #he's definitely on top of my list\\

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monogataribr · 2 months ago

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CONTOS

As traduções mais atualizadas encontram-se em: Monogatari•BR eBOOK

O QUE SÃO CONTOS?

Contos são histórias extras lançadas em diversas mídias, como revistas, DVDs e mangá. São escritos pelo próprio autor dos livros e servem como uma maneira de expandir certos pontos da trama. Mas, de maneira geral são apenas conversas divertidas entre os personagens.

Contos Curtos: Aqueles que são escritos no mesmo estilo dos livros, e normalmente seguem a mesma nomenclatura de [nome] + [palavra].

Contos Crossovers: Aqueles que possuem alguma interação com outras séries.

Material Adicional: Tudo que não segue um formato normal de contos, mas é narrado da perspectiva de um personagem da série.

ELES SÃO CANÔNICOS?

Sim. Todos os contos são canônicos. Alguns deles são até relacionados à trama e referenciados nos livros, com algum personagem dizendo para que você leia tal conto. Os crossovers podem ser diferentes, como se acontecessem em um universo alternativo de “e se...”, porém também possuem menções à trama principal e lugar na linha do tempo.

QUAL A ORDEM DE LEITURA?

Se você está atualizado com o animê, deve ter contexto suficiente para a maioria deles. Alguns precisam que você tenha lido/assistido até um certo arco, mas, fora isso, você deve ficar bem.

Alguns contos compartilham temáticas ou foram lançados em uma ordem específica, mas com exceção dos contos de Nisemonogatari e Kizumonogatari, que possuem uma ordem cronológica, você pode lê-los em qualquer ordem.

CONTOS CURTOS

B - Bakemonogatari Anime Complete Guidebook N - Nisemonogatari Anime Complete Guidebook K - Kizumonogatari Guidebooks H - Heroine Books M - Mangá Edição Especial D - DVD/Blu-Ray P - Promocionais J - Mijikanamonogatari E - Exclusivo

• B01. Hitagi Bufê • B02. Mayoi Quarto • B03. Suruga Quadra • B04. Nadeko Piscina • B05. Tsubasa Canção • N01. Tsukihi Eterna • N02. Karen Chave-de-Braço • N03. Hitagi Colo • N04. Shinobu Casa • K05. Com Cuidado • K04. Por quê? • K01. Como um Humano • K02. Algo de Errado • K03. E Depois • H01. Black Hanekawa nos 12 Signos do Gato • H02. O Caracol Perdido • H03. Bela Princesa • H04. Hitagi Arremesso • H05. Rouka Deus • H06. Karen Escovando • H07. Tsukihi Escovando • H08. Yotsugi Estresse • D01. Tsubasa Prancha • D02. Mayoi Castelo • D03. Shinobu Ciência • D04. Suruga Palácio • D05. Nadeko Espelho • D06. Hitagi Salamandra • D07. Yotsugi Futuro • D08. Ougi Viajem • D09. Sodachi Espelho • D10. Ougi Reflexo • M01. Hitagi Prato • M02. Hitagi Caranguejo Eremita • M03. Mayoi Nome • M04. Mayoi Fantasma • M05. Suruga Rapidez • M06. Suruga Velocidade • M07. Nadeko Corda • M08. Nadeko Namoro • M09. Hitagi Rinoceronte • M10. Mayoi Escargot • M11. Suruga Minhoca • M12. Nadeko Nível dos Olhos • M13. Tsubasa Ranqueamento • M14. Kissshot Ranqueamento • M15. Mayoi Paraíso • M16. Hitagi Gráfico • M17. Suruga Basquete • M18. Nadeko Dinossauro • M19. Tsubasa Prateleira • M20. Shinobu Nome • M21. Karen Violência • M22. Tsukihi Sem Fim • P01. Hitagi Moeda • P02. Hitagi Figura • P03. Suruga Pureza • P04. Shinobu Figura • P05. Koyomi História • P06. Mayoi Bem-Vindo • P07. Koyomi Dicionário • P08. Sodachi Irmandade • J01. Yotsugi Domo de Neve • J02. Ougi Filme de Estrada • J03. Sodachi Penalidade • J04. Shinobu Esta Noite • J05. Nadeko Passado • J06. Shinobu Futuro • E01. Yotsugi Canção

Mijikanamonogatari: Contos de Anedotas • Hitagi Bufê • Mayoi Quarto • Suruga Quadra • Nadeko Piscina • Tsubasa Canção • Karen Chave-de-Braço • Tsukihi Eterna • Shinobu Casa • Tsubasa Prancha • Mayoi Castelo • Hitagi Moeda • Nadeko Espelho • Shinobu Ciência • Hitagi Figura • Hitagi Salamandra • Hitagi Lançamento • Suruga Palácio • Yotsugi Futuro • Ougi Viajem • Suruga Pureza • Rouka Deus • Shinobu Figura • Karen Escovando • Tsukihi Escovando • Koyomi História • Yotsugi Estresse • Como Um Humano • Algo de Errado • E Depois • Por Quê? • Mayoi Bem-Vindo • Com Cuidado • Yotsugi Domo de Neve • Ougi Filme de Estrada • Sodachi Penalidade • Shinobu Esta Noite • Nadeko Passado • Shinobu Futuro • Posfácio

CONTOS CROSSOVERS

Sangatsu no Lion - Tsukimonogatari: Conto de Meses • Arco Cruzado: Tsubasa Leão

Mazemonogatari: Conto de Encontros • Arco Esquecimento: Kyouko Balanço • Arco Forte: Jun Construção • Arco Regra: Nomi Regra • Arco Olho: Mayumi Olho Vermelho • Arco Doença: Kuroneko Cama • Arco Sangur: Risuka Sangue • Arco Espada: Hitei Transparência • Arco Matar: Iori Fuga • Arco Exército: Shiogi Guarda • Arco Convite: Akari Triplo • Arco Comer: Rizumu Rock and Roll • Arco Universidade: Mikoko Comunidade • Arco Herói: Kuu Invisível • Arco Truque: Rai Roleta • Arco Fim: Magokoro Finalizador

MATERIAIS ADICIONAIS

• Desafio aos Leitores • Koyomi, Tsubasa e Nadeko no Hobonichi Techo • Hitagi Bufê (versão mangá) • Você e Nadekko!

ÁUDIO-VISUAL

• Hyakumonogatari: Cem Contos • Áudio-Comentário do Animê • O Monólogo Completo de Tsubasa Hanekawa • A Carta Completa de Tsubasa Hanekawa • Koyomi História (Vídeo) • Leitura ao Vivo

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