#feat. dal

[unfinishedjulyrain]

continued from here・❥・@celestialshearts

Felix was a friend Dal could count on. And in the most profound way, she had a place in his heart that easily took most of the space in the first place. After so long, the vampire had finally met someone who understood him - Felix might not relate to Dal's situation but she understood. A faint nod and smile followed, Dal found a more comfortable position to listen. "Tell me about work then," he hummed, tilting his head so it rested on his arms. He chuckled, imagining this person and Felix together. "Then they fit right in, you're very bright yourself. Like the sun - we thankfully can enjoy."

[lizzy019]

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎'𝓇𝑒 𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 "𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈" 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒜 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃!

Dom!Dallas Winston x Plus-size Fem!Reader x Sub!Johnny Cade

cw -> insecurities, polyamorous relationship, slight somnophilia, squ¡rt¡ng :))

Word Count -> 1.5K

Did you know in the late 50s and early 60s, being more weighty was actually the beauty standard because it showed wealth?

Happily sitting on Dally’s bed with a drink in hand, you hesitantly tap at the material of the beverage with intentless energy. You were simply bored hearing Dally rant to Johnny about Sylvia, and comforting Dally wasn’t an easy feat anyway.

Johnny was skilled at it, offering an ear for him and some occasional words of encouragement and enthusiasm, but it hurt a bit to see Johnny so optimistic for his friends but never himself.

You resonated with that realization.

Your drink was placed down by your own doing, and you offered Dallas a cigarette while lighting your own. Gladly, he took it and lit it, breathing it in a sighing.

“I put in all that time for her, man. I gave her everything, just for her to bang another asshole who probably doesn’t have any more manners than I do,” He complained, looking at Johnny with a smile.

“You don’t gotta worry about that though, man. You’ll pick up a girl, most like ‘em sweet anyways.”

Johnny’s expression grew soft with glee, eyes wide in surprise as he nodded with vigor. He was excited for that, who wouldn’t be?

Seeing him all happy made you smile too, and a gentle hand came to rub his back out of kindness. Johnny’s head plopped itself to your shoulder, using it as a temporary pillow.

“Tired?” You asked softly, gently playing with his hair and resting your cheek against his head. A nod was your only reply.

“Johnny man, you’re hoggin’ her attention, you lil shit.” Dallas murmured, playfully heaving Johnny away to wrap his long arms around your body.

It was a tight, energetic hug, one that had a small pink hue flutter onto your cheeks and nose. Hugs were nice, especially when you received them from the people closest to you.

“Gotten squishy? Sweetheart, you’re so warm.” Dally murmured with a smirk, gently pulling away to squeeze the soft fat of your tummy. It always made you a bit self conscious, but Dally and Johnny were always the most supportive and loving of it.. in their own ways.

Johnny often kissed the fat on your tummy, squeezed your thick thighs and enjoyed having your weight on his lap, or the other way around. Dallas liked slapping your ass, groping your tits and pinching your muffin tops. He just liked that everything was more full on your body.

So while Johnny was cuddled at your hip, breathing in your sweet smell and kissing your neck thoughtfully whenever he got the chance, and Dallas was squeezing your breasts and holding you both near, you decided that it’d be a wonderful time to take a nap.

So while your eyes fluttered shut and everything dulled to a dark serenity of sleep, you found yourself briefly lamenting falling asleep and not being able to see your two lovelies all happy and cozy.

But a small kiss from Dally to your forehead pushed those worrisome thoughts away, and with happy intent, you drifted off to the serene solace of sleep.

Waking up to whimpers and pushes of your body, you opened your eyes to see Dally and Johnny bare in front of you on their knees, chatting hurriedly as Dally fisted his erect cock.

“Johnny man, you’re worryin’ too much. You know she won’t mind, so what’s a’matter?” Dally groaned in complaint, watching Johnny try to cover his obvious erection pushing the inside of his jeans.

“Dal, it just don’t feel right. I love her, I don’t wanna break her trust. What if she ain’t comfortable with this kinda stuff? What if she wakes up? I dunno, Dal, I don’t wanna do it.” Johnny mumbled, his hands carefully rubbing your hip as you acted asleep.

You could feel your heart swell when Johnny spoke so firmly about what he thought would do you best, and you swore that it had your clit twitching so happily, you would’ve moaned out if you weren’t so adamant on having them not wake you.

“Man, you’re such a pussy. Move, I’ll do it myself.” Dally grumbled, moving a finger to your core and gestured for Johnny to spread your legs.

His lovely boney hands grasped at your thick thighs, opening them for Dally’s entry. All while Dallas looked at your pussy suspiciously and sighed.

“Doll, we know you’re awake now. Stop fakin’, just open your eyes.” Dally groaned, slapping your ass lightly and smirking.

At those words, you chuckled lightly and opened your eyes without reticence or hesitance, smiling widely at the two of them. It was weird seeing Johnny beside you with his hands firmly holding your thighs and Dally hovering over you, a smirk on his face and an erect cock in his hand.

“G’mornin’ sweetheart. You’re gonna take my cock in this pretty pussy, yeah?” Dally murmured, smiling.

Your smile faded a little, your hand pulling the shirt on your torso down to hide your apron belly. This wasn’t expected! Johnny was in the right for that, you didn’t want it.

Johnny noticed instantly, and scooped your heavy body onto his with care. This had you smiling wide, and your hands gently held his knees.

“It won’t be that bad, sugar. I’ve got you, don’t I? Come on, we’ll do the hard part together. Lift your arms.” Johnny hummed softly, easing your worry slightly.

So with reluctance, your hands went up and Johnny’s hands gently pulled your shirt off of your body. Mortification swam through your whole soul, and Johnny was instantly satisfied with the sight of your chubby stomach all rolled up so cutely.

“That’s my pretty baby. Look atchu, so gorgeous and soft.” Johnny hummed, hugging you tight from behind as he unclipped your bra for Dally’s greedy sight.

“Cute love handles and stomach rolls, huh Dal?”

You smiled at Johnny’s praise, but Dally wasn’t adamant on doing the same. He spread your pussy lips apart and rammed his length into your core, causing a yelped moan to escape you.

“Oh, Dally! Fuck!” You cried out, your hands seizing Johnny’s knees tightly as your legs shivered in surrender.

Johnny couldn’t deny that the scene in front of him was getting to his innocent mind, but something about it was erotic. Maybe it was how loud you moaned, maybe it was how aggressive Dally was being with you, or the way your puffed out stomach jiggled whenever his hips hit yours.

Whatever it was, it had his cock fully erect in his pants, and he lightly grinded it against your rear to relieve some of the pressure from the confines of his jeans. Unfortunately, it didn’t work all that well.

“Johnny, take it out! I wanna be double penetrated, please!” You whined out, tears in your eyes from the ecstasy Dally was handing to you.

Johnny froze at your sudden request, giving you a skeptical look and thinking thoughtfully on an answer for you. While he didn’t wish to do it out of safety reasons, he wanted to see if you could handle it and how loudly you’d scream for them.

So with some hesitance, Johnny unzipped his jeans and shifted his boxer briefs down a bit to let his cock spring free and present itself to you.

With some hesitation and worry, Johnny adjusted you properly before he gently speared his cock into your walls, Dally giving a whimper at the sudden pressure before it was a combination of movements.

Dallas was mindlessly squeezing your breasts, while Johnny was working your clit. The overstimulation was making an orgasm bubble deep within your stomach, the cord of pure passion was beginning to tighten almost painfully.

Soon enough, the cord in your stomach snapped and shot out arousal fluid to Dally’s lower stomach. This had him pause entirely, causing Johnny to stop as well.

“Sweetheart, you just made a mess on me. You felt that good? Ay Johnny, man, we gotta do this more often if she reacts like this.” Dally smirked, wiping your cum from his torso before continuing his thrusts again.

Johnny nodded, moaning alongside you as he creeped up the staircase to cloud nine. Dally could feel it, the way Johnny slowed down his pace because it started feeling “too good.”

“No, you keep poundin’ her. Break this little pussy, yeah? Make her moan for us.” Dally commanded, thrusting into you a few more times before he toppled over the edge of pure congenial ecstasy.

The thrusts of Dallas rubbing against Johnny had the brown boy spurting out his seed too, moaning and whimpering until they both finally pulled out, only for a puddle of all three of yours’ cum dripping out onto the mattress below.

You were mindlessly twitching and teary-eyeing the two, eventually becoming faint from the overstimulation and pain in your uterus from the double penetration.

Luckily, they were both there, rubbing your thighs and stomach as you fell to a calm sleep.

[sentient-cloud]

The magic that seeks to create a worthy scion in Stallion Quartermane’s image is woven deeply into the world of Lemuria, creating countless ‘heroes’ in its history. Of course, all were failures, in a technical sense. No great heroes of the past managed to harness The Old One’s secrets and rise to become his ideal scion, despite the world’s best efforts. Not all even accomplished great feats and notoriety, such as the legendary He Mander. Some simply ran headfirst into danger until they couldn’t anymore.

Eileen Patrick was one of those heroes. Born and raised amidst the upper crusts of Heap, she spent her days living the life of a socialite, dressing up pretty and talking nice to her father’s friends. He was the only family she had, and in her eyes he was an admirable, hardworking man, a man who’s secretive work must surely be of great importance, importance that would one day be passed down to Eileen, hopefully. Of course, in Heap such wealth rarely comes cleanly. Eileen only found out about her father’s workings with the cities mobs and mana smuggling when it got him killed. Bitter at her father for his secretive dealings and even more bitter at the crime lords for taking him from her, she coped the only way a girl could, becoming a masked vigilante known as The Dalmino Lady.

The Dalmino Lady’s run of Heap lasted all of four years, but it was the only time Eileen Patrick felt fully alive. Running across rooftops in heels with a reckless abandon, seducing her way into criminals homes, and stealing evidence of their crimes (and perhaps a few extra things as well, certainly this necklace would be better off in the hands of that pretty waitress at the diner on the corner.) It’s also when she met Darla Blake, her closest friend and a woman she fell deeply, helplessly in love with. A hero in her own right, going my the moniker Miss Purry, the two wagered themselves a fierce duo. They were unstoppable, they could make a real difference in lives of Heap’s citizens, they were certain of it. Then a new face showed up in Heap, a man they called a Lion, and the scales tipped. Of course, Dal couldn’t have known this, and her confidence was only growing. Confidence that led to arrogance, which led to rushing in fights without a second thought to one’s lack of combat abilities, which led to bleeding out in a dark alley at the age of 24. The Dalmino lady’s Demise and Eileen’s secret identity would be spread around in newspapers and as a topic of conversation amongst gatherings of socialites, before eventually, it was forgotten. Darla retired from the hero business, and that was that for Heaps grand heroes.

Eileen’s biggest talent is her charisma, she’s, a talker, first and foremost. And seduction, well, she can charm her away around any man she pleases. Women… she stumbles her way around, it’s a lot harder when you actually care. Of course it all became a matter of business when she met Darla. Following after anyone else would be utterly unthinkable.

She enjoys a good drink, though she’ll more often than not exaggerate just how much she’s had, it makes people let their guard down, and works as a good excuse for a quick exit. While her identity as the Dalmino Lady is a close kept secret, she craves notoriety, to be known for her actions rather than just her pretty face. She’s crafted calling cards, little taunts to slip in the place of the items she steals - it’s no fun if people aren’t talking about you.

——

Eileen! My token Lemuria hero oc, she’s similarly based on a classic pulp hero, her inspiration is The Domino Lady. Miss Purry credit to @kindcolors, everyone go clap for her too, she kind of won the nonhuman w101 oc bracket a bit back.

[lovingchrissposts]

WELLL HERE IS MY MANN

(😻screaming😻)

Anyways, I’m Dalia! But ofc anyone can call me dals!

I go to college for communications and phycology. I’m from MA with my two brothers and a little sister Macy! (She’s so adorable help. 😭) My Two brothers recently graduated from college they studied computer engineering and maths! I am polish and Czech! (Pronounced check)

I am very obviously a Chris girl if you couldn’t tell by my profile, speaking of it, my user name was inspired by @lovingmattysposts I love her stories so much and she’s genuinely such a sweet girl. LOVE U BABES!!😘😘 (go follow her rn 😼😼) oh I should probs mention I have an obsession with the cat emojis. It’s like scary.

ANYWHOOO the things I write are never too.. smutty but sometimes I go into like extreme detail causing it to be “smutty smut.” But I usually like to keep it to a minimum. I love writing small short stories (1-2 parts.) about very small, sweet, sometimes sensitive talking. Angst is something I find kinda exhilarating to read and to write which is why I love it.

If anyone request incest I’m going to non-respectfully block you because that’s #fuckingdisgusting!😼😘🥺 like.. your own brother? No ma’am. No hate to you if write it, (incredible hate towards you.) do your own thing man.. ��😶

Master list!! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

[startrekprodigyfan]

Okay yeah… I binged the whole season in one day.

It was actually surprisingly easy to do so. And while that means my planned slower recaps and speculation are basically out the window, I also now just don’t have to worry about spoilers for weeks on end.

I’m still going to keep spoilers under a cut though. Even if you block key hashtags, stuff can get through, and just making the spoilers further down a text post you have to scroll past to continue browsing tumblr doesn’t help either. Hide that content behind a cut, please!

Non-spoiler thoughts:

It was so good. It was honestly more Trek than I could’ve possibly expected. And to all those early naysayers who were confused by the Protostar and where it was supposed to be in the timeline after the first episode of season 1, all of that gets answered and put into context by the end of season 2. Thank GOD! Every single plot point people brought up and thought was a “plot hole” gets filled and explained.

It’s not as emotional as the first season, but the situations and events definitely still have a lot of weight and the stakes are so high for so long too! There’s a surprising number of dark events that happen throughout the series. Way darker than even I’m used to watching the animated shows that I do. Kudos for not skimping on the peril and stakes of the mission for the sake of kids being traumatized lol

And while there is the potential for more, if we never get a season 3 this would still be an extremely satisfying ending all the same. I am very happy there aren’t any loose ends here.

Prodigy is without a doubt the most reliably consistent Star Trek show that’s ever existed. Not a single episode feels like filler. Not a single episode wastes time or characters. Even the goofy episodes have character development and callbacks later, and I genuinely don’t think there’s a single episode that I would skip or not watch again. That’s an amazing feat in and of itself, but as a Trek fan that’s just unheard of! Kudos all around!

Now for my longer spoiler thoughts under the cut:

Okay…

How the HELL did you guys make Wesley Crusher’s time traveling arc sooo good? As a TNG fan I was always annoyed with the “traveler” storylines and with Wesley’s character in general. Even as a kid I never really liked him. But this storyline makes him interesting and gives a lot of weight to his powers. He’s almost like The Doctor from Doctor Who, someone who has so much going on in his head that he’s sort of lost it.

That honestly was the biggest surprise to me. I was convinced that Hologram Janeway (and the construct) were somehow manipulating time and events because of the wormhole. Janeway would be trying to help them, while the construct was trying to stop them. That was my working theory for the start of the series. Imagine my surprise when it turns out it’s Wesley Crusher! wtf!?

I do like that he gets to reunite with his mom finally. And that he learns he has a brother.

Incidentally that’s something else I was not expecting. How MUCH of this series was going to be timeline connected to the events of Picard and Lower Decks respectively. Like, wow… they connected the Mars Shipyard explosion and the Romulan evacuation plot points that made sense for the story. Like holy crap, then FINALLY getting into Starfleet only for the shipyards to explode and Starfleet is severely crippled. I did not expect that to happen, and it’s sadly realistic too.

I still hate the Romulan evacuation storyline from Picard, but as a matter of keeping things consistent it makes sense for it here. And while I don’t like it being a canon event, it’s overall good for the consistency of “prime” trek.

I do like that Dal became a second in command. I’ve always felt like Dal was never really destined to be the captain and that he’s always been better at helping others be their best selves. So it makes sense for his character arc that he learns he doesn’t need to be in charge to make a difference and that there’s no shame in being second.

Overall I am still reeling from how much Trek happened in this season. There’s never a dull moment. Unfortunately I am not optimistic about a 3rd season. Netflix picking up a mostly completed series to broadcast on their streaming service is far FAR cheaper than paying for an entire season to be created outright. And sadly, as much as I want more Prodigy, I have a feeling it’s just not on people’s radars enough for it to do gangbuster numbers enough to convince Netflix to pick them up for a 3rd season. I hope I am proven wrong, but I will not get my desire for more season unrealistically hyped up.

I do want to rewatch the entire show now, because there were clues left in the first season that only get answered at the end of season 2. And I love closed loop time travel storylines like that! I can’t wait to go back and connect the dots knowing what I know now.

An excellent series. Probably one of Trek’s best in decades. A true love for the material and the characters and the legacy of Trek lore all rolled into an amazingly animated package.

[kitnita]

bonks feat. antenna robo — DAL vs MTL — 02.10.24

[39oa]

DAL @ CGY (03.18.23)

I want to be the best player I can be for this organization—to represent them. (Scoring 40 goals in back-to-back seasons) is definitely a neat feat, but we still got a game to play and hopefully we can get the next one. [Knew we weren't going to get much out of you for that one.]

[papesatan]

La vendetta dei bibliotecari, Tom Gauld

Dopo mesi d’ostinata insistenza, mi sono deciso ad accettare le suadenti profferte di Rayan (un piccolo genio quattordicenne, già assurto agli onori del blog per il finale alternativo della Locandiera feat. Chat Gpt) per commissionargli un robot che mi aiuti a correggere i compiti il pomeriggio. Rayan ha un talento incredibile coi computer e quando scorgo un talento non posso esimermi dal nutrirlo e vegliarlo, buon mecenate. Così l’ho invitato a cercarmi dopo gli studi, quando avrà bisogno di soldi per aprire il suo laboratorio, perché vorrei finanziarne l’attività e aiutarlo a creare ciò che ancora non ha un nome. Per tutta risposta, lui si è offerto di costruirmi un androide che mi assista nella correzione quotidiana dei compiti pomeridiani. A detta sua, l’aspetto esteriore di questo automa meccanico sarebbe simile a quello dei robottini che servono da mangiare al sushi. Parlerebbe con una qualche integrazione da Alexa o dall’assistente Google, ma la parte realmente complessa sarebbe programmarlo perché sia competente in ogni materia e sempre in grado di riconoscere un errore. Anni e anni di sempre più inquiete visioni di Topolino apprendista stregone dovrebbero avermi insegnato qualcosa, ma al momento cavalco sconsiderato la mia hybris, sognando a occhi aperti (riuscite a immaginarmi pisolante e stravaccato sulla sedia, mentre il doposcuola va a fuoco? No? Beh, nemmeno io, in effetti. Però, si potrebbe provare). Intanto il buon vecchio Chat Gpt aveva previsto vincitore e secondo posto a Sanremo con un mese di anticipo. Ora ho paura, concedetemi un po’ di paura.  

[itsarja]

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

⌦ .｡ guys, the desis are at it again… .:*♡

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x fem!Indian!Reader (Platonic!!) (Gwen, Miles and Hobie are there too)

Type: Oneshot - Fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Usage of Hindi ig? (It’s all translated dw) Some cussing, Indian-British jokes and I think that’s it

A/N: I had this in my drafts for a while and only finished it now after eating the spiciest samosa I have ever had in my life so yay :D

I know it makes more sense for Pavi to be a strictly vegetarian Hindu considering how he got his powers, but here he eats chicken and mutton because some of the spiciest Indian dishes I’ve ever tried have meat in them (COUGH COUGH LAAL MAAS)

Also uh I hc that Pavitr’s middle name is Bhim after his uncle bc yk Peter has Benjamin so he has Bhim

“How the hell are you doing this?!”

Gwen forfeited by chugging a glass of water after a bite of the biriyani, joining Miles on the couch where he was still wheezing slightly, his eyes watering and throat burning from the spice.

“They’re bloody insane, Gwendy. They’re Indian and they ‘ave a spice tolerance that could put dragons to shame. Wha’ d’ya expect?” Hobie, sprawled precariously on the edge of the sofa arm, stole a piece from the bowl of butter chicken that lay forgotten on the side, gleefully watching you two. He had done the smart thing and quit fairly early into the round, before the food actually got spicy.

You faced off from Pavitr across the coffee table, sitting cross-legged and eating a bowl of the spiciest biriyani you both had ever tasted. You could see small tears pricking the corner of his eyes. You were almost tempted to call him a coward, but you figured that wouldn’t go so well since you could feel your eyes watering too.

See, if he hadn’t challenged you to a spice-tolerance taste test contest then this wouldn’t be happening. He could’ve kept quiet while you accidentally choked on a samosa and not assumed it was from the spice level (which wasn’t even that high), but noooo. He had to make a comment about how he could take more spice than you could.

So, technically, this whole thing was his fault.

And that was why you both were kneeling at a coffee table in Maya Aunty’s house, stuffing your faces with the spiciest foods you could find. So far, you had gotten through Maya Aunty’s saag paneer and dal makhani without any rice, which would have been a feat in itself… to anyone less competitive.

Hell, you had even gotten through dhansak and vindaloo without batting an eyelid, much less reaching for a glass of water. But for some reason a single bowl of this damn mutton biriyani was making both of you sniffle like sick kittens.

“Didi, I’m going chutney you,” Pavitr gritted his teeth and forced down another bite of the biriyani. You copied his movements, feeling the masala burn in your throat as you swallowed. (Didi means sister, usually a term of respect for someone you consider a sister and they’re older than you)

“Hei bhaghvaan, apni chachi ne ismain kya rakha?” (Oh God, what did your aunt put in this?) You coughed slightly and Pavitr dropped his forehead onto the table, groaning slightly like he was dying. Which, in all honesty, didn’t feel that far from the truth.

“I don’t know! All I know is that biriyani isn’t supposed to be this spicy!”

“‘Ey, Miles. ‘Ow much you wanna bet that Pavitr folds first? ‘E’s practically turnin’ red, isn’t ‘e - y’alright, bruv?” Hobie smirked down at you both, his border flickering. You snorted in amusent then immediately regretted it since some of the masala was now caught in your nose and oh, good grief, you could feel it burning.

Pavitr glared up at him. “You’re one to talk, Hobes. Didn’t you quit when we just started off? Arre, poor little Britisher couldn’t take the heat? Angrezi log ham jaise masale nahi kha sakhte.” (English/British people can’t eat spices like we can)

Hobie raised an eyebrow as Pavitr bit down on a green chilli that had been mixed into the rice and doubled over, tears streaming out of his eyes.

“Maybe it’s best if you call it a draw? I mean-” Miles shut his mouth quickly when you turned to glare at him.

“I’m not stopping till Pavitr Bhim Prabhakar admits that I can eat more spice than him.” You emphasised his middle and last name, narrowing your eyes as Pavitr weakly flipped you off without lifting his head.

Hobie chuckled softly. “Fuckin’ ‘ell, Pavi, she’s bringin’ in the full name. Take it from me, mate, you’re screwed when she does tha’.”

“Shut up before I use your full name,” You warned, turning your wrathful gaze on him. “We both know you wouldn’t want me to do that.”

His eyes widened and he mimed zipping his lips and tossing the key away. Miles looked at you curiously, tilting his head to the side. “Wait, what’s Hobie’s full name?”

“Funny you should ask, Kilometer Morality,” Pavitr muttered under his breath, his forehead still resting on the table. You had learnt about half an hour ago that when Pavitr got a spice overload he tended to make random “snarky” quips which usually didn’t make any sense.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go get some ice cream for when this thing blows up,” Gwen got up from the couch, giving Pavitr a sympathetic pat on the shoulder and moving to the kitchen.

“Wimp,” You muttered to Pavitr as a tear rolled down your cheek. Forget burning, your tongue was almost going numb from the sheer amount of masala that you were trying to ingest.

“Weakling,” He countered as a bead of sweat trailed down the side of his forehead. You shovelled another spoon of the biriyani into your mouth, relief flooding you as the spoon hit the bottom of the bowl. Good, you had almost finished. But would you make it that far?

Pavitr tentatively took a bite and immediately choked, giving in and reaching for one of the two bowls of curd sitting appetisingly in the centre of the table. He was essentially tapping out.

You threw your arms in the air triumphantly, almost giddy with victory. Actually, maybe that was from the spice. Yep, definitely the spice.

You downed the bowl of curd, letting out a long sigh of relief as the cold, thick liquid dowsed your tongue and took the initial edge of the buildup of spice away. Gwen returned just in time to see Pavitr and you lapping at the curd as if you were a pair of stray cats, like the ones you both faithfully fed and played with.

“I take it you won?” She asked you, her eyes sparkling a little bit in amusement as she saw Pavitr drop his head down onto the table the moment he properly realised that he had lost. She slid two cups of vanilla ice cream to you. A little basic, maybe, but still good and definitely a relief to your mouth.

“Barely,” You admitted, taking a small spoon from her. “Arre, Pavi. Don’t feel bad. Hum donon ne apana sarvashreshth prayaas kiya, naa? C’mon, sit up.” (We both tried our best, right?)

“Haan, Didi,” He grumbled sulkily, lifting his chin as you fed him the ice cream from his bowl. (Haan just means yes)

“Let’s do something else. Should we get Hobie to pronounce the names of these foods?”

“Oh, sure, throw the British guy under the bus,” Hobie protested, but a fond smile was tugging at the corner of his mouth as Pavitr chuckled softly.

“To be fair, you are in Mumbattan right now,” You pointed out, and Hobie heaved an exaggerated sigh, a grin already forming on his mouth as he prepared to butcher the pronunciations on purpose to get a reaction out of you and cheer up Pavitr.

“Fair enough. Alrigh’… That’s, uh… that’s sag panner, and that’s…”

@l0starl @hobiebrownismygod @therealloopylupin2099

[valentina-lauricella]

Tolse la mano dalla tasca per grattarsi la pancia

Gli anni 1945-50 furono per Pavese un periodo d'intenso lavoro editoriale, e l'epistolario è in larga parte costituito da lettere scritte da Pavese in ufficio. ... Da questa mole di lettere abbiamo cercato di scegliere le piú interessanti, sia dal punto di vista della personalità di Pavese, sia dal punto di vista della cronaca culturale italiana del dopoguerra. ... Il numero di lettere editoriali scritto da Pavese è enorme; naturalmente molte sono "di ordinaria amministrazione"; per alcuni anni infatti Pavese seguí con minuziosa cura le varie fasi del lavoro editoriale. (Ma) ...lo stile e il mordente pavesiani saltano fuori talvolta anche da semplici comunicazioni d'ufficio.

Italo Calvino

Torino, 31 marzo 1947

Cara Luisella, 

la sua traduzione è arrivata e mi ha già rallegrato qualche pomeriggio. Non abbia paura: è degna e scrupolosa. Se difetto c'è, è anzi questo, che è troppo scrupolosa: "tolse la sua mano dalla sua tasca per grattare la sua pancia". Capisce come voglio dire? Pronomi e aggettivi sono sovente troppo rispettati. Ma con un normale lavoro di revisione andrà benissimo. ... visto che adesso sa nuotare, si permetta qualche feat, qualche fantasia, e sarà fatta. ... Come sta fra i polli e le capre? Io sono ancora tutto contento di sapere che metto soggezione e me la godo.

[Questo è solo uno dei moltissimi esempi, scelto "a caso".]

[susieporta]

⚜️I MESSAGGI DI LILITH IN ♎️ #1⚜️

⚠️Essere in una relazione di coppia NON è un traguardo.

🎯Quando trovi un partner, qualunque sia la tua età, non dovresti rilassarti e tranquillizzarti, come se avessi raggiunto l’obiettivo: in realtà sei solo all’inizio di un percorso impegnativo, che è soprattutto un viaggio alla scoperta di chi sei veramente.

🌳Quando due persone si attraggono reciprocamente e danno inizio a una relazione, ufficiale, occasionale o clandestina che sia, significa che i loro alberi genealogici sono in risonanza tra loro. Nell’inconscio di entrambi, ci sono immagini analoghe perturbate, che chiedono di essere viste e sanate.

C’è un piano superiore che opera a nostra insaputa.

😳Di fatto, è il nostro albero genealogico che sceglie di chi farci innamorare!

🥰Inizialmente, ci innamoriamo di una proiezione: vediamo nell’altro un’immagine idealizzata, che soddisfa i nostri bisogni più profondi.

👉La sfida è crescere nella relazione e riuscire e vedere l’altro per quello che è, e accettarlo e rispettarlo proprio cosi com’è.

👉Accettare l’altro così com’è significa anche accettare il suo passato, la sua famiglia d’origine, i suoi precedenti partner, gli eventuali figli.

⚖️Inoltre, all’interno di qualunque relazione, ci deve essere equilibrio tra dare e ricevere: nessuno dei due deve far sentire l’altro in debito, nessuno deve dominare, manipolare, controllare l’altro.

🧬Siamo sempre attratti da chi ci spinge verso il nucleo più profondo di noi stessi.

Perciò è importante comprendere per quale ragione il nostro clan ha bisogno che entriamo in relazione proprio con quella determinata persona!

⚠️Nelle relazioni clandestine, spesso viene rimessa in scena una #triangolazione vissuta da un antenato o da un’antenata, che ha generato molto dolore e talvolta anche figli non riconosciuti.

🫣Se sei in una relazione ufficiale, e hai anche una relazione segreta, ci sono due parti di te che non riesci a far dialogare, e la parte di te che non hai integrato, viene proiettata all’esterno sotto forma di “amante clandestino”. Questo partner non ufficiale ti sta portando un messaggio del tuo clan (e tu stai facendo lo stesso per lui o per lei).

🚨Vale anche se sei in #relazione con una persona impegnata!

🔗Puoi decidere di chiudere la relazione ufficiale per portare alla luce la tua nuova passione, ma se prima non avrai incontrato quella parte di te che neghi, se non avrai compreso quale immagine inconscia chiede di essere sanata, lo schema si ripeterà, e la catena delle infedeltà e delle triangolazioni non si spezzerà.

🔂Tutto si ripete, se non c’è consapevolezza, assunzione di responsabilità e presa di coscienza.

Tutto si ripete, se non siamo onesti con noi stessi!

🚧Le relazioni, tutte le relazioni, sono occasioni di crescita e di lavoro su di sé. Non sono traguardi.

Perciò, non sei esente dal doverti mettere in discussione solo perché hai trovato un partner (o due 🤭)

Anzi…😉

To be continued…

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✍️ Roberta Turci

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[animatormentata]

“C'è qualcosa nell'arte, come nella natura del resto

Che ci rassicura, e qualcosa che invece, ci tormenta, ci turba

Due sentimenti eterni in perenne lotta

La ricerca dell'ordine e il fascino del caos:

Dentro questa lotta abita l'uomo, e ci siamo noi, tutti

Ordine e disordine

Cerchiamo regole, forme, canoni, ma non cogliamo mai il reale funzionamento del mondo

È per gli uomini un eterno mistero

L'incapacità di risolvere questo mistero ci terrorizza, ci costringe a oscillare tra la ricerca di un'armonia impossibile

E l'abbandono dal caos”

[sheislosingherself]

sei una poesia che fa ancora male

voglio andare via

un fiore che viene estirpato dal vento

via dalla depressione che stringe con le suе catene

dalla pressionе di fingere di stare bene

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima’s Mystique: Fun Times of the Chivalrous Stud Red Riot: Sexercise

It was another typical sort of day at the local Pinnacle of Physique gym, the sounds grunts and groans as iron was being pumped and man and woman alike, be they civilian or pro hero or students in training to become the latter. This fine establishment was noted not only for the top of the line quality services on offer for the Quirked and Quirkless alike to help keep in shape and maintain peak physical condition but was also, aesthetic wise, famed for its eye candy. Man and woman alike could enjoy not only great views of the city but thy could also relax during their workouts to enjoy patron and staff member alike as they worked out. Whether it was the power lifters and bodybuilders going at it with feats of strength with the weights, the yoga class enhancing their flexibility or really just the sight of a hot body in some very generous gym wear, this was the place to be. But don't go thinking that meant you could be a damn horn dog or anything, just ask one Minoru Mineta who got himself a lifetime ban trying to show off his boner. But for one Eijiro Kirishima, codename Chivalrous Sturdy Hero: Red Riot, the eye candy was something he was trying to not let get to him as he was currently focusing on doing the bench press. Currently on 20 reps and counting as he was fortunate the angle and position he was at kept his eyes from wandering. It's not that he didn't love or enjoy the sight of a nice pretty sexy lady in some tight spandex. Oh no, if anything it was all too easy for is eyes to wander and see something or someone that'd get his blood rushing to his little Riot. Especially given Mina and Maya were no doubt within range of his field of vision, wearing something so skin tight that it would seem painted on and moving in ways that were akin to a wild bitch in heat courting her mate for his sexual attention. But the main reason especially he was trying to focus...

??:"Hey now handsome, if you're feeling the burn let me know, I'm here as your spotter for a reason..."*A mature, sensual voice spoke up, breaking his train of thought as he shook his head, Signalling he was just fine as he was halfway up to 50 reps at this level of weight. The last thing he needed was to tilted his head and look anywhere up at the speaker, knowing he'd be treat to a silky set of white furry and black spotted hips and thighs on part with Mina's own healthy pair of legs or a pornographic bombshell body on par with Maya's. That's the because the moment he did, his gym shorts would be pitching a tent that'd be way too easy for her to notice,*

Kirishima:*thinking to himself,gritting his teeth as he continued his benchpress lifts,every rep bringing him closer to 50.*'Then again, who wouldn't get turned on looking at this woman..Midnight-sensei would call her a work of art. Starting to wonder if Mina and Maya got me this trial membership just to even meet her...'*pausing his self musing as he looked simply at the canine face of the furry woman serving as his personal training instructor. Her gentle ble eyes behind a snazzy set of green shades,a playful smile on her muzzle as the slight gleamed on her stunning body which was covered from head to toe in silky white fur with black spots.*

'Dal, Quirk:Canine!! A born heteromorph, Dal's quirk has seen her born with traits and qualities of a dog, in this case causing her to bare the resemblance of a humanoid Dalmation, hence her white spotted fur. In addition to sharper senses, Dal also enjoys above average speed and strength, making a comfy living as a fitness and workout instructor at the PoP Gym. Her exotic appearance especially makes her popular among the "furry fandom community" in addition to her firm but friendly manner of providing guidance and helping out patrons. Many a guy and some girl have cited her as jumpstarting their puberty on more than one occassion.'

Dal:"Annnnd 50, there we go tough guy.."*the canine fitness instructor playfully quipped, spotting Kirishima as she took the weight bar out and off from his grasp, hanging it back on its rack hold. Walking around to stand in front of the guture pro hero in training as he sat up to towel off his sweat from himself and from the equipment. Missing the mischievous twinkle in her eyes behind her jade emerald shades and the mix-like smile on her muzzled face as she took in the sight of his glistening,pulsing muscles. Looking over to Mina and Maya a few feet away as they shot her winks,smiles and thumbs. Time to make her move..*"Nicely done there Red,new personal best record."

Kirishima:*blushed at Dal’s modest but enthusiastic praise. Doing his best not to stare at her too much,he didn’t want to be rude after all. Seeing Mina among the crowd of exercising patrons as she shot him a wink and blew a kiss his way. Maya doing the same as she wore her quirkless look to play more low key while she hung out with and spotted her best friend Mona,who was visiting from Jagua on summer break.*”W-well you know how it is. I had a good trainer and got to live up to our school’s motto you know?”*he humbly responded with modesty, granted Dal reall knew how to boost his sense of self esteem and confidence. She rather reminded him of Mina and Maya in a way as the Dalmatian babe giggled, her tone playful and friendly.*

Dal:”Hey now don’t sell yourself short there Red,you’re a natural at this. Keep at it ad you’ll be setting and breaking records at this gym in no time. Matter of fact, I think you earned yourself a reward perk..” *the personal trainer quipped as she winked at him behind her shades. Giggling at the cute look of confusion and puzzlement on his face as he was no doubt wondering what she meant by that.*

Kirishima:”Uhm sure okay if you say so. Let’s see what you got…” *the delinquent looking hero in training responded, Dal gently taking his hand as she lead him off and way to a different wing of the gym. The sturdy chivalrous dude missing the looks and mischievous twinkling gleams in the eyes of the canine hottie and his girlfriend duo. He’d fallen for the bait, hook,line and hot damn sexy sinker.*

Eijiro didn’t realise the trap he was being lead to fall into of course as he followed Dal into another section of the PoP gym. This wing a corridor with rooms on either side. Doing his best and failing t not stare at the canine hottie’s backside. That tight aquamarine sea foam blue spandex one piece really hugging her torso in all the right ways. Th spotted furred babe had curves and meat in all the right places,her muscles flexing thanks especially to the bodybuilding and power lifting she’d taken up which was especially noticeable in her arms. But hot damn was her back hypnotic, her hips swaying and her furry tailed booty jiggling as sh sashayed. Missing the sensual expression she wore as she licked her lips at seeming him ogling her. No doubt mentally undressing her with his red eyes while she was glad the privacy function of the secret personal training rooms’ two way mirrors ensured her surprise wouldn’t be spoiled. A sigh of relief as they came to one such room,unoccupied as she brought hip him inside. Letting him take in the setup and decor as well as the five of the city outside. All the while she shut and locked the door and reached down into her leg warmer to fish out a cellphone. Accessing a certain pair of contact numbers as she prepped the video record and stream function and placed it in a spot and angle that would ensure no details would be missed before she put on a calm professional face and awaited him to start with the questions.

Kirishima:*as he looked around the room and enjoyed the view. Dal coming up behind as he spoke up.*"So what's this room for? Private workout for VIP members or something?"

Dal:*sensually licked her muzzle lips as she got his attention,gently cupping and turning his face to one of the two way mirror walls. As she walked over to a light switch,fingertip resting on the button.* "Oh something like that,private certainly and for a select few members only..."

A press and flick of the switch and Eijiro dropped his jaw,eyes bugging out as his face blushed a shade that matched his hair as the two way mirror wall revealed a sight of what was going on in the room next door. A pretty sexy thing naked save for her one piece gym leotard which had been shifted to expose her crotch and her tits as a behemoth bodybuilder was fucking her from behind. Grasping and using her arms like handlebars as she was clearly enjoying it, her tits swaying and bouncing without a care in the world as she got manhandled roughly, a female instructor standing by a few inches from them counting reps and providing guidance. Kirishima could only shake his head as he immediately forced his brain to focus on trying,and fail, to keep the blood from rushing down to his crotch. Just about ready to damn well punch and hammer himself in the groin as Dal laughed good naturedly, flicking the switch back on to bring the two way mirror back on to reflecting themselves as she ended his misery of unintented voyeurism. Taking a little guilty pleasure in the indignant look of betrayal she found him sending her way before she got around to giving him a due,fair explanation to what the hell he just saw and what exactly was going on or about to happen here in this very room with the two of them.

Dal:*her expression now one of not just playful friendliness but also seductive allure as she looked at the young gun with lust behind her shades. Casually hooking her thumbs on the strands of her leotard as she peeled off the spandex one piece and exposed her naked, furry form before him, save for her sneakers,wristbands and leg warmers. Her toned muscular bombshell self making her way over to him, giggling at his gobsmacked expression snd his eyes couldn’t look away from her bouncing tits.*”This is our specialty Sexercise wing, an exclusive little Rated R bonus for certain members in our gym. Three guesses whose idea this was, it’s a proven fact this keeps you in shape and helps with stress. And a certain pair of lovely,lucky ladies in your life knee YOU just had to try this out when they signed you up for the trial membership. So how about it Red? Want to show me what it means to get “Plus Ultra”? Show me you’re as much a riot in the sheets as well as on the streets?”

Kirishima:*in silent awe as he comprehended what Dal told him while having to see her get naked before him. Seeing her kick off her sneakers as she was soon right uo close and personal with him,peeling off his tanktop and throwing it aside. Unable to look away as the Dalmatian babe purred and moaned,striking some bodybuilder poses, showing off the stunning physique she’d been born with and enhanced with meticulous weight hauling and power lifting. Before she was soon pressing herself against him,the height difference between them hardly s few inches,give or take a foot. Her silky furry tits pressed and rubbing up against his pecs as sh caressed his face. Once again his kinky,loving ladies sprung another surprise on him snd who was he,as a Man, if not to bilge this stunning physical work of art before him. Determination burning in his eyes as as he cupped her muzzled face.* “Ms.Dal, Ma’am? Let’s get physical!!”

Soon as he said that remark,he pressed his lips to hers, her lovely blue eyes widening before she smiled and moaned with delight at the young buck seizing initiative. Retuning the kiss as their tongues pressed and mashed together, mutually inviting exploration of one another’s mouths. Dal shuddering as she felt and traced the sharp points of those shark like teeth, sensually panting as she felt her body go into heat just from the raw alpha male energy coming off this absolute unit in the making. A deep throated moan escaping her muzzled lips as his hands took a firm grasp and squeeze of her luscious furry booty. Making the canine fitness babe purr as her hands massaged down along his physique, feeling those firm sculpted muscles before she grasped the waistband of his shorts and boxers. Tugging them down and letting them fall down along his sculpted legs, gasping as she felt his cock sprung forth. The twitching,pulsing length and girth sandwiching itself between her powerful thighs and her slit. Warm, sticky nectar flowing along down on thst shaft as she pumped and stroked it, her silky spotted fur adding a little extra luxury to this reflexive thighjob. The gym trainer and the young future pro hero letting their passion take them along this momentum of desire flowing between them….

Dal:”An push it handsome..that’s it, just the right level of speed there…aaahn fuck you’re in deep,Red. 32,33…show me how many reps you can go before you cum…”*the fitness hottie quivered as she and Kirishima performed a standing fuck. His cock pumping away with the precious of a piston, his heavy balls smacking her jiggling asscheeks,her tail wagging with delight. A growing puddle of her juices on the gym mat as Kirishima held up one of her legs in a standing splits,hooked around his strong shoulder while their tongues danced together in the open air. Teal howing with delight as the sturdy hero in training hoisted her up into a a reverse full nelson, makin her howl as he increased the intensity of his pace,almost making her lose count.*

Kirishima:”Fuck ma’am…so tight…42,43,44,45…”*the punk delaiuint himbo groaned and shuddered as he laid on the floor,Dal performing squats as she rode and plunged with abandon onto his cock,making him count her reps to see how high she could get before he would blow his load. Arms behind her head as she flexed her wonderful biceps and ground her abs,making stomach crunches a she panted erotically at how deep the reach of his cock was.*

Dal:”Aaahn yeah push it baby,go Plus Ultra on this ass!! 51,52,..aaahn fuck,53545556…”*The Dalmatian sex bomb howled,having to count at a rapid pace as Kirishima fucked her doggy style. His cock switchung between fucking her pussy and ass as she kept track of his reps,wondering which one he’d cum inside of first. Panting like the bitch in heat she’d become as her upper torso laid at an angle akin to yoga’s downward dog. Her tits rubbing against the floor as her ass jiggled with every impact of the young stud’s pelvis.*

Kirishima:”71,72,…so damn good…hot and tight…”*the chivalrous studmumbled as he held Dal’s legs by the ankles as she bowled with rapture and erotic ecstasy as she was in a spread eagle. Before her delight increased as the plus ultra himbo shifted it into a mating press. Laying atop her as her tits pressed snd rubbed against his pecs,welcoming his lips with a passionate kiss as he fucked her deeper,hard snd faster. The gym mat stained with their sweat and juices as the walls and ceiling of the room echoed with the sounds of lust and the smacks of skin slapping fur.*

the Dalmation babe and the sturdy himbo went at their Sexercise session with gusto, shifting positions and sharing who took top or bottom though Dal personally relished when Kirishima was on top. Seated lotus,prone bone, missionary, not a single postion was being left out as they pushed one another to new limits and heights. Dal especially found thstat even when her young stud seemed like he’d be spent and need to recover,he’d focus his quirk to enhance his stamina and staying power, staying hard for a little while longer. Which proved to be a welcome challenge as she and Kirishima laid in a 69 position. Her young stud beneath her as she found her ass grasped and spread,his face pressed to her crotch as he rimmed her and ate her out. Those lovely teeth of his grazing her netherlips as his tongue probed away while she stroked and gave his cock a lusty,sloppy blowjob. Even using her titties for good measure as her emerald shades were askew. Lips kissing the tip as she shot a wink at the phone of her camera signalling to her voyeuristic viewer that the session was going even better than expected and she hoped they were enjoying the show…..

Maya:*grinning like the minx she was,one hand idly pumping a barbell as the other held her phone. Showing the screen off to her sexy,cute bestie Mona, who was blushing adorably as she couldn’t turn and look away from the secret porn stream. Mina leaning on Maya casually as she wore a cheeky grin of her own at the freckled dusky skinned hottie’s reactions.*”What do you think Mona baby? You interested?”

Mina:*her grin growing as she leaned towards Mona,gently cupping her face as she playfully squeezed it.*”Just name a time and place and I just know you and Eiji will get along famously…after all,got to make sure he’s keeping Maya good and happy right?”

Mona could only pout and blush adorably, her soft green eyes looking at the phone. Despite herself,she really couldn’t stop watching, witnessing a Kirishima flex those powerful muscles of his. It rather reminded her of her crush,they were even hung the same way in terms of length and girth. Looking at him performing s seated lotus position with Dal as the canine bombshell made out with him. Panting as she bounced in his lap on thst powerful cock of his as Mona found her mind wandering. Visualising herself in Dal’s place, fantasizing what it’d be like to have such a man ravish her as she sensually bit her lip. Feeling her loins burn with a distinct warmth as a primal part of her brain pulsed with desire and want. Looking at the grinning faces of her shapeshifting bestie and d her cotton candy l pink lover as she thought it over, her answer from her luscious lips making their smiles grow…

Mona:”So anytime and place you said…?”