#STILL SO PUMPED TO LEGENDS LOOKS AMAZING

[theredengineapologist]

From the ttte movies you seen, whats your fav?

✨THE GREAT RACE✨

The Great Race is THE BEST ONE! I may not have seen most of the other movies yet, but I'm very sure NOTHING is ever gonna beat this movie for me.

You're telling me they made a Thomas movie centered around what is basically a Train Pageant (tm) AND they made it a MUSICAL!!??? Hell yeah! Sign me up!

But then you actually get in to the movie and it gets even better.

EVERY SONG IS A BOP! EVERY! 👏 SINGLE! 👏ONE! 👏 THERE WAS NOT A SINGLE MISS IN THIS MOVIE! I don't know what they were on, but they were pumping out JAM after JAM!

Secondly, I think the Great Railway Show was a great way to introduce more foreign engines into the show in a way that made sense. Pity that we didn't really get to see much of them. But I also feel like we didn't really need to. I mainly just liked that we got to SEE them.

One of the things I LOVE about Brenner Era CGI Thomas is how the world of Sodor feels so much bigger. In the model series I get this sense that the Island of Sodor is this quaint little English countryside island where nothing much happens, and the engine's shenanigans are the most interesting things to happen in day-to-day life. Whereas I feel like in Brenner Era CGI Thomas, the world feels much grander. Still very much an English countryside island. But the island itself feels much bigger. The engines and the people living on it feel much busier. And in some ways I would say the cast itself feels more diverse once they gave the characters unique voices. I'm a sucker for shows that allow their characters to speak in different dialects, and giving Duck his West Country accent and the narrow gauge engines Welsch accents honestly endeared them to me more.

Anyway, main point I'm trying to get at is that the introduction of The Great Railway Show helped to expand the Thomas universe and show the rest of the world interacting with Sodor and vice-versa, even if only for a short period of time. It adds to the grandness of the world.

I also really like Thomas's arc in this movie. With how often he gets picked on for being a "little engine" over the course of the series, it's no wonder the guy's a little self conscious. If the narrator called me "short and stumpy" three times in a row I'd be pretty self-conscious too lol. But jokes aside, I did like seeing Thomas have conflict with this part of his identity. His verses in "You Can Only Be You" really made me feel for him, and I loved being able to see him finally come around at the end.

And of course, we can't talk about The Great Race without mentioning

HOW PRETTY JAMES'S DECORATIVE PAINTWORK IS!!!

LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT MY PRETTY BOY! GAZE UPON HIS BEAUTY AND HIS SPLENDIDNESS!!!

And you know what? I'm gonna say it. James deserved to win Best Decorated Engine. Sorry not sorry RAJIV! But they don't call me the Red Engine Apologist for nothing! My pookie deserved to win!

One of these days I've got to do humanized versions of James's and Emily's looks from this movie. I can see it very clearly in my head but I also want to, um, draw other characters HAHAHAHA

Anyway, TLDR, The Great Race was an amazing movie with a killer soundtrack, great story, and a concept that appeals to ME SPECIFICALLY. I also genuinely think it would adapt very well into a stage musical (similar in visual style to the Spongebob musical). I have a clear vision in my head for what it would look like but unfortunately I don't have the money nor resources to make it a reality so it would just stay in my head. But just know that every time I watch this movie I am actively thinking about how I would hypothetically adapt this to the stage.

I''ve spent WAY too much time rambling about The Great Race but yeah, there's your answer.

Also if you're curious, here's every Thomas movie I've watched so far ranked from favorite to least favorite.

The Great Race (obviously)

Sodor's Legend of the Lost Treasure (Thomas had a great arc in this one, "Never Overlook a Little Engine" was fun, and visuals are spectacular. Solid movie but it can't beat the campiness of The Great Race)

The Adventure Begins (Solid movie. The other two are just more fun imo)

Tale of the Brave (It was a good movie and I probably would have appreciated it more if I watched it in High Quality. But unfortunately I can't stand Kerry Shale James and so I chose to watch a grainy upload on YouTube instead.)

Journey Beyond Sodor (I'm sorry to my one mutual (you know who you are) who said this was their favorite movie. But unfortunately, in my opinion, the songs do not slap as hard as in The Great Race)

#ttte #thomas and friends #the great race #thomas the tank engine #ttte james #ask answered #ttte episode review #ttte movie review #ttte first impressions #on today's episode of “thinking too hard about trains”... #redengineposts

[artofyuzanrath]

Treasure

Prompt 2. Treasure for @sasukimimochi 's Drawing & Writing challenge <3

Warnings: Dark Wangji

It’s quiet, being underwater, The only noise in the dimly lit room around his tank being that of gentle bubbles within the water itself, rising to the surface and popping once they make contact with the cold surface air. Crimson eyes blink tiredly as the creature within the glass prison places its webbed hands upon the thick walls of its home, trying to peer outside.

“Did you hope to see something else today?” Someone calls out from another room nearby.

The large, beautifully coloured, fins atop Wei Ying’s head perk up upon hearing that voice. Scales covering his neck which trail down his back towards his tail, puff up slightly in anticipation, in fear. And he hates that he feels fear. Hates that it’s him, he fears…

Suddenly, the sound of metal clattering disrupts the previous silence. And despite coming from the other room, he can hear the grating noise of knives being sharpened.

Wei Ying's entire form threatens to tremble. And it takes nearly all of his willpower to stop his scales from expanding even more.

Not today, he won’t show it today, won’t show he’s afraid. He's confident, majestic, powerful… or so he tells himself, tells himself this mantra of words in his head, again and again. Until he makes himself believe it to be the truth.

By the end of this mantra, he starts to realise something. The slicing sound of the knives…stopped. That is- Too soon. He's never done sharpening his tools this soon. Confused, Wei Ying sways closer to the edge of the glass, touches it with his face to look through it and into the large room.

It is as ever, beautiful. Decorated to the brim with the most illustrious of furniture, and the shelves are packed with glass vials all varying in colour. They glisten and sparkle whenever a few rays of sunshine enter through the elaborate Victorian windows. But what’s out there, around him isn’t what matters most, what’s on the inside however… Inside those innocent looking vials... One doesn’t need to study them for long to see what’s being displayed in them.

Eyes, noses, mouths, bones, fish, vermin.

The hand of an elderly man, a foot of a child. and the teeth of one that never made it out of its mother.

Even the eye of a kraken, a beast of legend, sits proudly atop one of the shelves…

The lord of this manor, Hanguang-Jun holds many things dear to him here, in pristine condition. Every ache, disease, oddity or smile, forever preserved here inside this room. Forever encased within colourful glass containers.

And one of his greatest possessions, a creature recently only known in myths, now exists here within these walls. Its face remains pressed against the glass of its tank and the scales of its tail and fins reflect into a mesmerising rainbow of light, a beautiful display in the normally dimly lit room.

Focusing on his work Hanguang-Jun carefully and with utmost precision, a result no doubt of years of repeated practice, arranges his knives and tools on his worktable in front of him. The edge of the blade is still blunt in places, sharpened as if an amateur worked on it. Normally he would never dare deliver such sloppy work, but today is different. Today, his tools won’t require precision. Today they are allowed to be…rough… He glances at the golden metal threads on the corner of his work bench and holds one up so it glitters in the faint light that Illuminates the room. Yes, this wire will make a perfect base to work with. Decision made, and tools prepared and ready Hanguang-Jun, or Wangji, gathers his things and heads into the main space.

And no matter how many times he stands in front of it, it will never fail to amaze him. He feels his hair stand on edge, and his breath catch in his throat. His blood pumps harder, traveling to his ears and neck staining them a vibrant red. It does things to him, seeing such a marvel right before his eyes.

Oh, what beautiful things he could make from it.

But that, that is a thought for later. First he must see to it that his possession is…malleable.

Wangji tilts his head, studying the caged creature before him for a few seconds longer, noticing the way its eyes dart around the room they’re in as if looking for a way out, as if trying to spot if there’s anything different. Anything it could use. But no.

“The room is the same as it always was Wei Ying.”

He tried but failed to stop his scales from blowing up, like a cat with its fur standing on end. Wei Ying stares with wide eyes as the Lord of the manor now stands before his tank. Somehow he just knows, knows that something is different today. Normally Hanguang-Jun would come to him, open the latch to his chamber. Drag him out by pulling at the heavy chains tied around his neck and tail, and leave him on the cold floor in a constant state of suffocation. His skin suited for life underwater would become uncomfortable dry, and his scales would bristle to show his discomfort. He would be kept like that, only occasionally granted some water over his body to keep him alive, but just barely. Just enough so that he would continue to live, but also to know in who’s hands his life is held, to be made aware who is in control. At the end of this ordeal, he would be various scales poorer, have a pinch of fin missing in multiple places, and would watch as another lock of his hair is sliced off and put into a container.

But again, today seems different. There’s something unnerving about the way Hanguang-Jun looks at him, at the way his eyes travel over his body as if examining every detail in a way he hadn’t before. It sends a shiver down his spine and he wonders if this is the day he’ll break. After all, he might be important, he might be considered a prized possession to his arsenal of treasures. But he isn’t Hanguang-Jun’s most cherished one. That, that lies in front of him, and in between him and Lord Wangji.

There in the midst of the both of them, a golden metal table carries the one thing more important than him.

But before he can gaze upon it, he's distracted when from the corner of his eyes he sees sharp tools glisten as Hanguang-Jun, careful of the object in the middle, steps closer to his cage. And Wei Ying ignores the way Wangji’s words make him shudder, they’re meant to demotivate him, to make him lose any hope of ever leaving, he knows this. So he tries to respond coming from a different angle, because despite his unease he is still curious… What more could there be, he’s given him so much, done so much…

“Ah Lan Zhan, what more do you want from me?” His Lord doesn’t grant him a response, so he continues, saying the only thing he can think of that might mean something, that might stir something within Wangji.

“I already gave you my heart long ago”

Atop the gilded table lies a bowl filled with water with a reddened sheen. In it, is the one thing Hanguang-Jun treasures more above all else. Wei Wuxian's still-beating heart.

Wei Ying himself might be Hanguang-Jun’s beloved jewel, But it is the heart that allows Wangji true control over him, with that in his possession, Wei Ying can never truly leave.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #lan wangji #lan zhan #wei ying #wei wuxian #DarkJi #DarkLwj #Merxian #yuyu writes #writing attempts

[smallestapplin]

[Request]

Purposefully ignoring the showy antics of peacock Blue.

He’s being himself and you normally adore him and hype him up, but one day you decide to see what happens if you just ignore his prideful boasting.

He knows you’re ignoring him. He’s gonna amp it up so you can’t ignore him.

(Open ended enough for sweet sfw or Leads to spice~ dealer’s pick 🤌💖✨)

∾ 【 Rouge Anon 】

I kiss you for this-

🔞18+Only! MDNI!🔞

Afab reader, Blue gets kinda mean.

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You don’t recall what gave you this idea, it might’ve been Leaf making a small joke on how Blue can’t live without praise.

It might’ve been Red signing, how Blue is like a Blaziken thinking the sun rises because of him.

But for some reason, watching your boyfriend beat someone in battle, and looking back at you, eyes lighting up and smile widening as he awaits your praise.

You thought how funny it would be to not give your flashy man any. Blue has always lived for your praise and attention, trying anything and everything he can just to hear you tell him he’s amazing.

He does it all for you.

Happily waiting like an excited growlithe.

But what fun would that be?

So that’s when you started, after that day you stopped indulging in his antics, trying so hard not to laugh as he pouts.

“Oh how can you be cruel to me, your awesome boyfriend!”

Blue laments, whining dramatically. You let out a huff as he leans against you, caging you between him and the kitchen counter.

Yet you still pay him no mind, biting your lip to hold back your laughter. You can practically feel him pouting, without even looking at him.

Blue has always been such a dramatic man, even not kissing him in the morning has him acting like a grumpy meowth.

You find it adorable, you never thought you’d get him like this.

Feeling your poor legend of a boyfriend pouting against your shoulder. You silently gasp as he kisses along your neck.

His hands slowly trailing along your sides, cooing at your body trembling.

“You just love being mean to me, don’t you?”

You squeak, feeling his grip on your waist tighten, before you’re pulled away from the counter, and sat at the table on his lap.

You try to keep up your charade, but it’s quickly falling apart.

How could you ignore him when his hand is sliding up your leg?

How could you ignore him when he yanks down your pants, going straight to your pussy?

You grip his wrist, mewling as his fingers dip into your wet heat, slowly rubbing your clit.

“Blue…Mm! Oh fuck-!”

You can’t ignore his mocking chuckle. He coos at you, smirking at how you buck your hips, trying to grind against his fingers.

“Aw what’s the matter, babe? Not enough for you?”

His orange hair tickles your cheek. Feeling him nip at your neck, distracting you for a moment, until you stiffen, your voice catching in your throat before moaning at as he pushes two his fingers into your clenching hole.

Blue gives you no room to breathe, slowly pumping his fingers into you before speeding up and curling them.

His palm slapping and grinding against your clit, with every quick movement.

You arch your back, squealing at the intense pleasure. Blue hums happily at your drooling state.

“Blue! Oh! Fffuu-ah! I’m- I’m gonna-!!”

You let out a sob when he suddenly pulls his hand away.

“That’s so cute you think you get to cum.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry please just let me cum!”

He rolls his eyes before kissing your cheek.

“Let’s see if you last, I’ll make sure to match the hours too, so don’t think about cumming without my permission.”

You want to cry, but your cunt clenches at the thought of him bullying his cock into you.

You wonder what punishment you’d get for disobeying? Why not find out?

#besties tag #smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞 #pokemon blue smut #pokemon blue x reader smut #afab reader #pokemon x reader smut #pokemon smut #mdni #x afab reader

[ordinaryschmuck]

Quick Thoughts on Ant-Man and the  Wasp: Quantumania

...Really?

This one?

THIS was the worst Marvel movie yet?

The one that was so insultingly bad that it caused people to throw fits on Twitter and scream off the top of their lungs about how Marvel is dead?

...Well, maybe I just have bad tastes, because I had fun.

Now, that does NOT mean I think this movie is the best Marvel has or that I don’t understand why people might not get into it.

The pacing is NOT that great. We spend, like, fifteen minutes on Earth before it’s RIGHT into the Quantum Realm. This is the problem that most MCU movies and shows have nowadays where there’s never enough time to really DIVE DEEP into the lives of the characters and what they’ve been up to before getting right into the action. Now, I don’t usually mind it sometimes, like with Spider-Man: No Way Home, Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings, or Moon Knight, but I WOULD love some time to slow down. Especially in this case because once the adventure starts, we have to fly by so much because there’s, oddly enough, not enough time to get through it all. Things like Janet’s life, Scott and Cassie’s relationship, and even Kang’s history has to be sped along to reach that two hour mark. It’s weird, a common complaint fans have is that the MCU shows have too much fluff amongst the interesting stuff where it feels like their movies don’t have enough.

As for the characters...they could have been handled better. Specifically Cassie who has very little character to her. They tried, building up how she’s this super smart person who wants to help a lot of people, but her performance and direction is NOT that great. It really hurts a lot of what COULD have been a good character if she just...did a better job? Or the director did a better job? I don’t know who’s at fault her, but it’s definitely SOMEONE.

And then there’s the Pyms, who get sidelined HARD in this. Janet at least has a few stuff to do and Hank at least comes back with a pretty cool “turn your brain off” moment, but despite this movie having Ant-Man AND THE WASP in the title, Wasp does so little in this. Granted, it means there’s less Evangeline Lily, but it’s still weird how little of a part she plays in this one. You can...kind of write her out and little would change, which is...crazy to me.

Then there’s the usual stuff people are getting sick of. The jokes...aren’t the best. I laughed at a few of them, but this is a movie that’s trying to be an epic superhero movie with Ant-Man’s level of humor and absurdity. It causes this sort of battle between two tones, fighting for dominance of what kind of movie this should be, and it hurts the film considerably.

As for the CGI...it’s a mixed bag. On the one hand, you have these pretty interesting looking characters and a world that leaves your mouth agape as you’re seeing it all...and then you have MODOK...Who looks so bad that whenever we see his face, I had to restrain myself from laughing in theaters. But honest to goodness, it’s just MODOK and a handful of scenes that don’t look that great. There’s honestly a few pretty amazing usage of special effects that really looked cool to see more times than not for me.

And since we’re getting into the good stuff, let’s talk about what actually works in this movie.

Because the Quantum Realm look amazing. Not perfect ALL the time, but there’s still some pretty cool stuff.

Kang, The Conqueror makes this worth watching. Jonathon Majors does a FANTASTIC performance, even if this wasn’t the best villain out there. He’s still threatening a lot of the time and there are great scenes that got my heart pumping due to how intense he makes them. Even if it does hurt a bit that he was having trouble fighting ANT-MAN of all people, the movie also makes it clear that he’s a bit of a reject, so I guess it makes a little sense. And, not to give away spoilers, but it’s clear that Jonathon Majors is going to have a lot of work cut out for him in the future.

As for Ant-Man...I still love him. He’s one of my favorite characters in the MCU because of how much of a normal guy he is, and that’s more or less the same here. The funniest jokes involve him in some way, and I’m giving credit to Paul Rudd for that. The dude can be pretty funny.

With that said, this is the movie that tries its best to make Ant-Man serious and...they certainly try. Now, in some cases it works, but there’s scenes, specifically in the climax, where all he does is say corny and cliche dialogue all in the attempt to make himself sound badass. I want to get into it, but Ant-Man really does work best when he’s just...a dude. Still, I’m grateful for the effort.

Finally, there’s MODOK...Who--And I’m not pulling any legs here--is my favorite character in the movie. He looks dumb as SHIT, but I adore how deranged and detached from reality he acts, especially near the end. He cracks me up so much that it reminds me that it reminds me that, “Yeah, this movie’s fun.”

Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania is not that great of a film. I can easily see people not getting into it, but for me, it’s a fun watch. And it’s nowhere NEAR the worst Marvel movie. Have you seen Morbius, Fant4stic, or Howard the Duck? I haven’t. They looks so awful that I REFUSE to see it.

Hell, this isn’t even the worst thing in the MCU. Have you seen Inhumans? Because I have. It’s so awful that I don’t EVER want to see it again. But with Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania...I just might.

Consider this one a guilty pleasure for me because while it’s not that great, it’s nowhere near as bad either.

Watch more movies if you disagree.

#ant man and the wasp: quantumania #ant-man #scott lang #kang the conqueror #modok #mcu modok #paul rudd #jonathon majors #quick thoughts #what i thought about

[czytling]

Okay, so I got into Highlander fandom recently, and i know it's like super old and stuff, but really the series is amazing. And the character Methos|Adam Pierson is just, wow, really good. I found a couple fics about him and other Watchers, but nowhere near enough. And I can't find too many more, because it's gen type of fic and a lot of fics seem to be lost to time and deleted websites. So I decided to write my own bit.

The researchers

1. Anitsocial

The new boy is shy and awkward and spends way too much time with his nose in the Chronices, even by our standards. So the next time we have our weekly poker night/social gathering, Cathy tells him to come and doesn't take no for an answer, just dragging him there (and oh, the sheepish and confused face was funny back then, but it's even more hilarious in the hindsight). Still, antisocial or not, Adam Pierson is now a Watcher Researcher - he is one of us and we take care about our little archive family.

2. Bizzare

There was always something bizzare about Adam. He was a language genius, with the way he could look at an ancient script and just say what it was about, or the way he was so determined to get the Methos Chronicle, even though Methos is more of a legend and a dream than an actual Immortal, or the way I swear he cut himself on the glass in the Kitchen Accident That Shall not Be Named, even if he never had a wound from that. When we heard the truth, many of us Researchers weren't that surprised - to be honest we saw the signs and ignored them for a long, long time.

3. Choice

- Here and now, we have a choice to make - I stare at my friends, my research family, at Cathy and Brian, and Dorothy, Jolene and Jake - we all heard the rumours that Adam is an Immortal, and since he went AWOL there may be even a chance he is an old one and not one that came to the Watchers as a Pre-Immortal. We all know him from the Poker-and-Research nights, probably better than anyone else in the Watchers and we have a duty to report anything about Immortals. But Adam has also been one of us for over a decade, and if the Methos rumours are true, he will be sought after by every single headhunter who finds out about his existence. So, ladies and gentlemen, what do we do?

4. Decision

- He was always such a nice boy, so helpful and caring about historical accuracy - whispers Jolene - I don't think he was using our database to headhunt either, there weren't any sudden increases in Immortals dead near the Headquarters since he came here.

- Our Oath makes it our responsibility to report everything and not to fraternize with the Immortals - points out Brian.

- Yes, and we have already been breaking it for a decade, all of us! - snaps Cathy. - Remember how I had to drag him and annoy him and force him to come to meeting at the beginning, how reluctant he was to join our Nights, how he tried not to have too much contact with us, how he must have been trying to protect both himself and us, even though he could have just pumped us for all we knew about Watchers and other Immortals? He was the one that helped you with Ancient Greek Brian, and me with my Latin and who stayed with Jolene when her son and his wife had that awful accident. He protected us all, was one of us, Mortal or not, I say he is still one of us. And the Night Researchers protect out own.

- I agree. All in favour? - I ask and the solemn confirmations tell me all I need to know. Breach of the oath or not, treason or not, it is decided: we will not betray the secrets of one of our own. And Adam, Methos or whatever he wants to be called, has long been one of us.

#methos #highlander #watchers #adam pierson #my writing

[omg-spy]

8-25-2022 OK THERE ARE A FEW 9 FANS STILL AROUND! THAT'S COOL! anyway lets get it goin

Stitchpunks x Human!Reader hcs!

TODAYS TOPIC: Various bits but with specific characters idk lol

9

*One time ya'll where exploring and found a bike.

*He obviously didn't quite know what it was, so you explained it was used to get around quicker than walking

*And the good news is, this bike didn't look all that damaged

*just needed some air in the tires, and thankfully, you guys found a pump a few minutes later

*You put him in the basket and headed out

*and he had A BALL

* 'This IS faster than walking!'

*your guyses new favorite travel method!!!

*just make sure nobody falls out of the basket while your riding

8

*If there was ever anyone who didn't like to ask for help, it was him.

*and he wouldn't ask help from no human either!

*until that one time he got himself pinned under a bookcase

*You where actually worried for a second, but he glared at you when you'd come close

*so you just let the lil shit struggle

*until he gave you the puppy dog eyes

*you helped him, and he was a little nicer to you from then on....but not much-

7

*You just watched some type of fight break out between 7 and 1. (Damn, 1 will just fight with anyone hu?)

*You didn't need to be able to understand what she was saying to know she was pissed

*You didn't know what started the fight, but you felt kinda bad about it....

*Later, you found her hanging out outside

*She still looked a bit frustrated

*You didn't know what to do, so you put two fingers on her shoulder

*She looked at you, and after a few minutes, smiled

6

*You ever get the feeling someone's watching you?

*well, in this case, it was 6

*actually, in a lot of cases, it was in fact 6

*you didn't know if it was the fact you where a human or if he was just doing his thing, but it was both cute and strange

*and when you catch him doing it, he does one of two things: looks away and goes back to what he was doing or continues to stare

*one day he was staring at you and you asked him why

*You think he flashed a smile, but it was so quick and small

*then he walked away

*maybe you'll figure him out one day....or maybe not.....who knows with him-

5

*While he had been a little scared of you at first, he did warm up to you pretty quickly

*because it got to the point where there where days when he'd just follow you around like a lost puppy

*and the fact that you intimidated 8 made things better

*one time 8 seemed to be harassing him over something...until you literally picked the dude up and put him in the other side of the room

*5 hugged your hand. It was very sweet.

4 and 3

*Books come in all shapes and sizes

*and so do shelves

*so who's the wiseass who put some VERY heavy books on the TOP SHELF?

*oh well, no matter, whoever did that is most likely dead now

*so when a certain pair of twins asked politely for help getting that 'book of legends from around the world' down, you couldn't say no

*but you totally could have said yes to a better ladder

*you fell so hard, you knocked the wind out of yourself

*wait, where's the bo- *slam*

*right on your head too

*they didn't know weather to laugh or be worried

*but you where ok, you assured them

*and the book was totally worth it. Inside where thousands of illustrations and stories of legends, myths, and monsters from the now dead world, good and evil and everywhere in between

*you guys had fun looking through it

2

*He's one of the easiest to talk to

*and has some of the funniest stories!

*he wrote down a very interesting one of this one time 5 and 9 had some sort of accident involving glue and rope

*and remembering this story obviously tickled him, because he'd stop in the middle of writing to laugh!

*you obviously couldn't hear him, but you imagine his laughter was amazing

*Watching him laugh made YOU laugh!

*by the time he was able to finish writing this story, you where both out of breath

1

*remember how I mentioned this guy doesn't like you?

*well yeah

*I mean, obviously

*and tbh, you didn't mind at all

*if he was gonna be a salty bitch, that was his call

*but over time, you learned of his roll and all they've been through and you began to understand his disliking of you

*so one day you confronted him

*you just politely and calmly let him know you where nothing to be afraid of

*kinda hard to have this convo, as his back was turned to you the whole time

*but you later found out that he had been listening

*because one day you had gotten a little cut on your hand while doing something

*he came over, dropped off a band aid, and left

*it was the nicest thing he'd ever done to you up ti'll that point

#shane acker's 9 #9 #9 fandom #stitchpunks #stitchpunks x human!reader #x reader #xreader #9 x reader #8xreader #7xreader #6xreader #5xreader #4xreader #3xreader #2xreader #1xreader #human reader #imagines #hcs #shane ackers 9 headcanons #shane ackers 9 imagines #8-25-2022

[its-pip-art]

Stop The Clocks

Sasuke Uchiha x OC (Amaya Haruko) Teacher AU

Chapter One

Chapter Two

“Okay everyone, before you head out for lunch please remember I need your permission slips for the onsen trip.” Amaya announced with excitement and she was met with groans, “I know it’s not for another month but I still have almost half outstanding.” 

“I don’t want to go to an onsen! You should have chosen somewhere better!.” 

Amaya shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t want to spend four days with bratty kids but we all have to make sacrifices for knowledge.” Amaya was handed a few slips of paper from a student at the front desk. “Thank you, Aiko.” She looked back to the rest of the class, who were now packing their bags, “so I’m at twenty responses now. Ten more to go!” She spotted Sasuke in the doorway and she sighed, “all right guys, enjoy your lunch!” She dismissed them and watched a few of the girls swoon as they passed Sasuke. She packed up her things and met Sasuke at the door, “how was your morning?” 

Sasuke walked beside Amaya down the hall, “very good, the kids here are well behaved.”

“Jealous!”

Sasuke laughed and he changed the subject, “your class is going on a trip?

Amaya nodded, “if I can get all of their slips in - but yes, to an onsen in the north. We will be learning about myths and legends and how important they are within the culture.” 

Sasuke felt his stomach rumble, “I hope you have fun, an onsen in the winter is amazing.”

Amaya grinned and gave Sasuke’s arm a nudge, “I do need a helper. Nobody else wants to go.” 

Sasuke mulled the proposition and pictured Amaya sitting on the water's edge in a yukata. “I’ll come.” He watched as Amaya pumped her fists in the air and he was glad he agreed, her smile was wide and lit up her whole face. He walked with her into the staff room, which was mostly empty, he took his sandwich out of the fridge and sat opposite Amaya. He watched her tuck into a huge bento, he admired her appetite and began to wolf down his own fully packed sandwich. 

Lunch passed quickly, much to his displeasure, and soon he found himself at the adjoining doors again. “Thank you for lunch.” 

Amaya waved it off, “If I hadn't spent it with you old Satsu would have eaten you for lunch! She was very complimentary about you after the interview.” 

Sasuke snorted and leaned against the doorframe, “I’ll keep an eye out for her.” 

“I’ll protect you, don’t worry.” She glanced over her shoulder when a student passing by made kissing noises. “I’ll put you in detention, Haru!” 

Sasuke suppressed a grin at the harsh tone Amaya’s voice had taken on. He watched the student continue to mock Amaya and he made to step in but Amaya held out her hand. “Are you going to do anything?” 

Amaya shook her head, “he has already been suspended this month, and he has three other detentions.” Amaya said with a sigh, “he has a troubled home life, his mother passed away early in the year and his father has taken it hard.” She quietly explained as they both watched Haru wander off down the corridor, “he was the first to hand in his slip for the trip...” Amaya trailed off and looked back at Sasuke with a smile. “I’m hoping it will be a nice break for him.” She jumped when the bell rang and she shifted her bag on her shoulder. “I better-...”

“I should-...” Sasuke spoke in unison with Amaya and cut himself off when she did, he looked down and scratched his head. “I’ll see you later.” He bade farewell and passed into his classroom and looked at the bare desk, he had brought in nothing to symbolise his personality and he had thought throughout breaks in the lessons what he might bring in to add to the room.

Afternoon lessons passed quickly and soon the final bell of the day rang, he packed his bag and stifled a yawn - he had spent long hours on patrol and had seldom been tired, but today he felt more tired than he had ever been before. He packed his bag, put on his jacket and slung his bag over his shoulder. He flicked off the light to the classroom and went to Amaya’s door, he watched her through the window tidying her desk up, he knocked on the glass and opened the door when she waved him in. “I was thinking during the lesson - do you not drive?”

Amaya pulled a face and laughed to hide her embarrassment, “I took a few lessons when I was a teenager but I was too scared to carry on so I stopped.” Amaya admitted but she held up a determined fist, “I do want to give it another go though.” 

Sasuke waited for Amaya to put on her coat and he left the room with her, switching off the light behind them. “Do you enjoy getting the bus?” 

Amaya shrugged an idle shoulder, “in the summer it gets quite hot on the bus and on busy days you end up touching sweaty people and there’s something a bit wrong knowing your own sweat has been mixed with someone else’s sweat...but I do get to read or mark homework so you can make use of the time.” She explained with a slow nod, “I would not have to touch sweaty people if I could drive, but I wouldn’t be able to read or mark homework if I did drive - so it kind of balances itself out.” 

Sasuke digested her explanation and listened to her tell a particularly harrowing story about the time a man fell on her when the bus slammed on its brakes suddenly during a hot summer day and that he was so sweaty he slid off her in a way that made it seem like a planned comedy sketch. 

Before he knew it they were outside, the rain clouds from that morning had all but disappeared and the sky above them was red, purple and peach and the sun was sunk behind the school. Bathed in the warm light Sasuke looked to Amaya and smiled gratefully, “thank you for today.” 

Amaya smiled widely and shook it off. “It’s my pleasure.” She pocketed her hands and pointed over her shoulder, “I’m this way,” the bus stop was not far up the road. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“See you tomorrow, bus stop girl.” Sasuke opened up his car door.

Amaya waved, “later traffic guy!” 

***** 

Morning broke and Amaya flung herself out of bed, dressed quickly and made her way down the numerous flights of stairs that led to street level. She ambled down the road and felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She knew it was her friend, Kaori. She took the phone to her ear and wished her friend good morning. 

“How do you think you can get away with texting me ‘traffic guy is the new teacher and think I wouldn’t need way more information.” 

Amaya chuckled and looked down the path, “I don’t know much about him, his name is Sasuke and he used to be a police officer.” She heard Kaori shriek in response and was glad that she hadn’t been the only one impressed with his previous line of work.

“Is he muscly? You could never really tell when he was in the car.” 

Amaya ruminated for a moment, “he’s not jacked, he looks like he does go to the gym though.” She recalled being able to see some pretty nice biceps underneath his shirt. “He’s offered to come on the trip to the onsen.” 

“Are you serious?” 

Amaya giggled childishly but as she got to the bus stop she hushed her tone, “I doubt we will have a lot of time to get to know each other, we will be looking after thirty kids.” 

“Kids need a lot of sleep, Amaya.” 

Amaya choked and she dismissed the amorous thoughts of what might happen when it was just herself and Sasuke. “Besides, I have to be careful - I don’t want anything weird to happen or for me to make a move and have him knock me back. I can’t deal with the emotional stress of seeing someone that hot every day knowing that he doesn’t like me in that way-...” Her throat seized up as the all too familiar black car came into view. “He’s about to drive past.” Amaya wheezed.

“Be cool.” 

“I don’t know how. It was fine before because he was just a hot stranger but now he’s a hot colleague.” Amaya squeaked and she grew more nervous as the car drew closer. She watched as the window rolled down and her mouth hung, she could hear Kaori’s laboured breathing on the line.

“I’ll drive you in, makes no sense for you to wait for a bus,” Sasuke called through the window.

Amaya winced as Kaori released a scream and she stepped down off the curb, “I’ve got to go I will text you later.” She hung up the phone and peered through Sasuke’s window, “are you sure? The bus will be here soon.” A car honked behind Sasuke and she panicked and got in the car. She was stiff for a while, not knowing where to set down her bag or even to put her phone away. The vibrating of frantic texts coming from Kaori reanimated her and she quickly hid her phone away in her pocket and put on her seatbelt. She relaxed into the warmth of the car and looked around it in awe. “You have a really nice car.” 

“Thank you.” He said quietly and drove forward at the light changing green. “I thought about it last night…I can pick you up in the mornings and drive you back if you want. That way you can still mark or read and being in here with just me eliminates anybody falling on you.” He felt his heart pound when Amaya laughed, “is that okay?” 

Amaya nodded gratefully, “very okay...thank you, Sasuke.” 

Sasuke stilled when she said his name, her voice had a natural cadence to it and hearing his name dance to the music that her voice made sent goosebumps up his arms.

#sasuke #Sasuke Uchiha #stop the clocks #sasuke fanfic #sasuke fanfiction #sasuke fanart #naruto fanfic #naruto fanfiction #sasuke x oc #Sasuke x original character #sasuke au #sasuke alternate universe

[kimberlyannharts]

If this really was something built up over years we would have gotten Omega lore during the GGPR section of omegas since they overtook the book anyway, or early in Necessary Evil. You go back and look at the first 30 issues of the series you can tell that was meticulously crafted over the course of two years. This is haphazard rule of cool. And rule of cool absolutely has a place in power rangers it just has to make more sense than this

Right, Shattered Grid was the story Kyle pitched to Boom/Saban in the first place for his run, and you can tell! Basically everything was building to that event, the instant Issue 0 kicked off with Tommy's difficulty with being on a team and Rita trying to charge the chaos crystal. If we hadn't been introduced to Drakkon until, say, he was revealed to be in Promethea's basement, Issue #25 still would have been a gut punch in a pure emotional sense, but it wouldn't have been as successful as a story because we would barely know who this Drakkon guy is beyond "evil Tommy"

And I'm not saying I expected Ryan to have everything planned out the instant he became main writer, but the big 100th issue event....should just be less slipshod, in my opinion. I just don't get this sense that this comes from a natural progression of the past few years of stories. Especially just after coming off of IDW Sonic #50, which was an amazing, explosive culmination of a story developing both in the foreground and background of the series since late 2020/early 2021. Like, why not have Kiya hear Death Ranger while she was breaking out people from the vault? Why not have the Empyreals or Emissaries give clearer hints on what happened to the originals? Especially since, again, Countdown to Ruin establishes the Gold Omega Morpher is literally a known legend. And just in general, possession/body-snatcher stories RULE - the initial relief of a loved one being brought back to life, only to dawn on the slow terrifying realization that they came back wrong as their actions feel more and more out of character is so juicy. But here - not counting the Death Ranger Unlimited book (which in itself is like. We literally need to pump out a separate book about this guy the same month they're introduced in the main series because we have to quickly explain who they are and why they're important), are we really just going to see them in action for two issues? (One admittedly oversized issue, but still.)

#transmission #anonymous #know who did an absolutely stellar possession arc. #The Broken Code arc of Warrior Cats. i'm not joking.

[agentnico]

The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power - Season 1 (2022) Review

Should’ve just called it Bored of the Rings.

Plot: This series brings to screens for the very first time the heroic legends of the fabled Second Age of Middle-earth's history. This epic drama is set thousands of years before the events of J.R.R. Tolkien's "The Hobbit" and "The Lord of the Rings," and takes viewers back to an era in which great powers were forged, kingdoms rose to glory and fell to ruin, unlikely heroes were tested, hope hung by the finest of threads and the greatest villain that ever flowed from Tolkien's pen threatened to cover all the world in darkness.

The Lord of the Rings trilogy are my favourite films of all time. And no, I’m not just making a generic throwaway “oh, it’s just one of my many favourite films” line, nope. The Lord of the Rings movies are my top, my peak, my all time favourites films that have ever graced my eye peripherals. I absolutely adore them. I grew up watching them, so of course nostalgia is a major game player here, but also these movies are simply great. An exciting quest to throw the One Ring into Mount Doom, the many wonderful characters that are part of this journey, the beautiful vistas of New Zealand (or how I call it - Middle Zealand) and the epic musical score by the one and only Howard Shore. The Lord of the Rings is that rare major studio product that works in all areas. The matching of J.R.R. Tolkien’s source material with director Peter Jackson’s vision was a match literally made in heaven. The costumes, the battles, the action, the drama, the creatures, Gollum, Sean Bean’s best death scene....it’s all nothing short of epic! Then there is The Hobbit trilogy, that kind of proved that the same spark doesn’t light twice, as even though it had the exactly same production team behind it, it was still a massive unashamed cash grab. Look, they took a small children’s book and turned it into three massive films. It’s a mess, and yes, even though I do find enjoyment in the first two of that trilogy (we don’t talk about The Battle of the Five Armies), it’s got nothing on The Lord of the Rings trilogy. So naturally when Amazon announced they were making a LOTR series, I was weary but hella excited. I knew that there was no way this show would reach the heights of the mastery of the original trilogy, but I absolutely gravitated towards the idea of going back to Middle Earth. And now the first season of The Rings of Power has concluded, and I am here to shed my thoughts upon it...

I have two words - dang it! They f-ed it. They bloody f-ed it. They had one job. One job - to make a semi-interesting show set in Middle Earth, and they couldn’t even do that! Look, let’s talk about the positives first though. Visually this show looks amazing. And of course it does, Jeff Bezos evidently doesn’t know what to do with all of his endless Amazon money, so he spared no expense in pumping this series with so much money that you can literally see the cash pouring out of the screen. The costumes, the visual effects, the colours, the technical gravitas, it all looks great! Yet even then, you can tell something is missing. In Peter Jackson’s original trilogy, yes they had the many wide shots of the New Zealand highlands and mountains, but also you could see the passion and ambition behind every shot. Those movies were made with love and care and precision. In The Rings of Power there is lots of gorgeous scenery, but it seems to miss that charm and care that Jackson had. But again, I cannot expect this show to recapture the original trilogy’s magic, nor would it be fair to expect so, so yes, I’ll admit this show looks lovely. Again though, they had the money for it. The music by Bear McCreary too was actually very Middle-Earthian, with some powerful melodies, choir and orchestral tones, and though it’s got nothing on Howard Shore, I actually give McCreary props for conjuring an original score that I think is befit of Tolkien’s world. Also, the opening titles at the beginning of each episode is a musical sequence of matter forming various shapes, based on the "Music of the Ainur" creation myth from J.R.R. Tolkien's "The Silmarillion", and I actually was impressed with how they did that. Like that was actually proper Tolkien, And that’s really it when it comes to the positives.

As for the negative, I’m just going to come out and say it - this show is boring. Each episode is over an hour long and especially in the first half of the season nothing really happens. I have no problem with world building, but this is ridiculous. Each episode is super slow and characters take ages to have their needed revelations and decisions made, and I was sitting there thinking “I know where this is going, just get on with it!”. And they did get on with it, only two or three episodes later. The script and writing is pretty poor also. The dialogue does nothing to make you care for any of these characters, and this is a huge ensemble, and honestly I couldn’t care about any of them. Except maybe the dwarf, he’s chill. And Elrond also. Okay, so a couple are somewhat worthy, but as a whole none of the characters are memorable, and most of them are very one-dimensioned. But let’s talk about the main character - Galadriel. What the fudge have they done with her?? She’s supposed to be this angelic higher being with the gift of foresight and magic, and one that cares about the lives of all (men and elves. Yet here she is an angry indecisive self-entitled warrior who is rude to everyone, has zero diplomacy skills, and throws a fit every 5 seconds like a teenager who's dad's got his daughter a Ford Focus for a first car but she wanted a Lexus. And no offence to the actress playing her (Morfydd Clark), but her facial expressions were always the same annoyed look. And how are we as an audience supposed to care about what’s happening when the main character is so unlikeable. Made me want to root for Sauron.

And speaking of Sauron, the entire plot of this first season is simply ‘who’s Sauron?’. That’s it. Other minor things do happen, but the main thing is that question. For that to be your main plot point for a whole season is pretty weak. But that seems to really be the only thing the writers cared about. And the reveal at end, all I’ll say is - eh. I expected more to be honest. And that’s my feeling for this show as a whole - eh. As a Lord of the Rings show it’s really disappointing. As just a fantasy show, its ok. Kind of a chore to tune in every week. However I will admit the last couple of episodes of the season pick up more and show potential when it comes for the future, so I will keep an open mind for the second season, however that next season will be decider for it I will continue watching the entire show till the end. As so far to put it bluntly - it’s been a joke. Sorry Jeff Bezos, all the money in the world is not the answer to a good adaptation. So as Gimli would say - Ishkhaqwi ai durugnul!

Overall score: 3/10

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[red1sart]

nakahiro fans how we feelin today

#go for it nakamura #ganbare nakamura kun #ganbare nakamura #nakamura okuto #hirose aiki #red’s art #nakahiro #hironaka #? #idk if theres a ship name this fandom is so tiny #drew this instead of pokémon dp remake art bc idk how to draw pokémon sorry 😔 #STILL SO PUMPED TO LEGENDS LOOKS AMAZING #sorry for pokeposting under nakamura art #anyways i read it. very cute i recommend #there’s almost no fan content however. i’d like to change that #only reason i was able to draw them kissing was bc it was a joke jDHSJFHS im. bad at making romantic content i apologize

[gsball]

i’m so fuckin pumped abt these games i hope i’m not poor in a year so i can Buy Them

#THEY RELEASE SO CLOSE TO EACH OTHER...OOOOOOOOOOO #i’m just honestly glad we’re not getting another shitty looking swsh game. #legends frame rate was shit n the lighting was bad but it had a year more for development so idc the concept is amazing #and super super cool. like it’s not just Another pokemon game #they’re fixing this shit #and honestly if u just reword the remakes to remasters u feel so much better abt it. #the chibis still look fuckin stupid theyre like little marshmallows but it’s fine idc. i’m kinda glad it looks #like That. and not like swsh or sumo #bc ive been hating the art style for the past couple years #thank u pokemon company it’s easy to impress me at this point bc my expectations have plummeted for yall #but ya did it. so FUCKIG PUMPED

[omgreally]

I’ve been reading mandos intergalactic taxi service and UGH✨💕 the pining and fluff with the intimacy smut is just chefs kiss your writing style is amazing🤌🏽✨ I’ve been in such a Din mood lately, could your write like a confession drabble where the reader and din are pining for each other and din is dropping hints but the reader is like really not a hint taker lol pretty please with a cherry on top 😭💕 smut or fluff your choice I know you’d write it so well!!

BLESS YOUR HEART @liltangerineart and thank you! Next chapter of Taxi Service should be up tomorrow I hope!

In the meantime I hope you like this? Not a confession as such and more, uh, top!Mando than I intended, but he is bad at dropping hints. I like to think he would be very...straightforward 😎

Din Djarin/F!Reader - E - 1624 words - Oblivious!Reader, Infatuated!Din, frustrated yearning, angst and, of course, smut.

It's getting ridiculous.

He is a Mandalorian, one of the most fabled, the most feared warriors in the galaxy. Rumour and danger follow him as he charts a path through the galaxy that blazes bright, leaving behind myth and legend - people whispering things like 'I heard he killed a whole troop with his hands tied' and 'I heard he was eight feet tall, made of steel'.

He is a Mandalorian, who has never had to rely on anybody but himself - and yet here he is, sweating beneath his cowl whenever you brush too close, trying too hard to inhale the scent of you through his helmet's filters, memorizing the sound of your laugh.

It's like he's a foundling again - uncertain, insecure, nervous. And they’re not butterflies in the pit of his stomach - they’re bullets from an ancient slugthrower weapon, and he can taste metal at the back of his tongue whenever he tries to talk to you.

“Do you have someone, back home?” A clumsy overture, as obvious as it is stupid; Din winces beneath the helm but you don’t seem to notice - you just shake your head and shrug.

“No. Just me. I wouldn’t have left otherwise.” Loyal, he thinks, and the bullets in his stomach sting just that little bit harder.

He tries asking you more about yourself. How you became a bounty hunter. How many weapons you’ve handled. The different kinds of ships you’ve flown. Places you’ve been. But you never give up anything truly personal about yourself - you’re a cypher.

Maybe that’s why the Mandalorian finds himself strangely drawn to you.

He doesn’t know how to navigate this - not really. He has no experience with this kind of thing. It’s always been about the next quarry, the next job, and then it was about the kid, and now…

And now he’s stuck.

He wants to hit something, break something, feel the impact of his fists against flesh and bone. He settles for balling them up whenever you’re around, biting his tongue, and waiting til later to jerk himself off in pathetic, clench-jawed silence in the refresher.

“You slept late,” you point out the next morning as he emerges, stiff in more than one way, from his bunk.

“Couldn’t sleep last night,” he says, and he’s so tired, so frustrated that he adds, gruffly: “Bed was too empty.”

“Probably need more pillows,” you muse as you wander off to the kitchenette. “Cup of caf?”

“Extra strong,” he grunts as he leans a shoulder to the wall, and you’re oblivious to his glower.

“Coming right up.” A minute later, you press a mug into his hand. “I’ll leave you to it. No need to go hide, I’ll go find a bulkhead to look at while you take your helmet off.”

You grin at him, and he stares at you. You’re just about to turn away when he reaches up, and you go still, your smile slackening in shock as he thumbs the release latch under his chin.

The helm’s pneumatic seal hisses as it lifts, just enough so he can get the rim of his mug up and to his lips. He takes a long, slow pull, and while his vision is eclipsed by the rim of the helmet at the moment, he knows you haven’t left.

As he expects, you’re still there - staring at him as he lowers his helm back into place. Your mouth is even slightly open - lips parted - and he watches the dart of your tongue as you wet them before swallowing hard.

“I’m just...I’m just gonna,” you say, abortingly, and start to back away. You jump as your shoulder hits the hatchway. Din watches as you turn, hesitate, then hurry away, your shoulders squared defensively as if you can feel the force of his gaze on your back.

Alone, the taste of caf hot and bitter on his tongue, Din Djarin grins.

After that, he starts to notice. He starts to notice how tense you are when he’s close.

At first he’s not sure - but then, once, he deliberately brushes your waist as he moves past you in the cockpit to take the pilot’s seat, and you’re still standing there, frozen, when he glances back at you. You brush it off, but it happens again when you bump into him coming out of the fresher. When he reaches over your head in the kitchenette to fetch a ration bar from a compartment. When you lean over his shoulder to point out the coordinates to a refueling station. When he catches you yawning, falling asleep in the passenger’s seat.

“I’m going to hit my bunk,” you say, rising to your feet, your arms stretched above your head. Din turns slowly, and he catches the glimpse of a sliver of flesh as your shirt rides up. The words escape him before he’s even conscious of their existence.

“Want some company?”

Dank farrik, he’s been dropping hints and touches for ages - and he knows you’re affected by his presence, he’s sure of it now. They might be closer to butterflies for you, but his bullets are bouncing around in his gut right now.

“What?” you ask, half-laughing - as if it’s all some grand joke. “You gotta stop with the innuendo, Mando. I might get the wrong idea.”

“And if it’s not innuendo?” He’s flicked the ship to auto-pilot - on his feet - looming towards you. You’re caught in the hatchway, unable to step backwards to fall down the ladder, unwilling to turn your back. "If you've got the right idea?"

“What?” you repeat - licking your lips again. Your eyes are flicking back and forth from his visor to his hands. It’s almost like you're expecting a fight.

“I want to fuck you.”

The words are matter-of-fact but delivered in a low baritone, a gravelly rasp that lifts the hairs on the back of your neck. You stop breathing for a second - he can see it - and your leg twitches, just half a step backward - but then you swing it forward again, swaying towards him. Like he has you in his gravitational pull.

It’s all Din needs. He closes the distance between you, his gloved hands closing around your biceps, the leather worn and warm through your shirt.

He says your name, once, in a digital growl that curls your toes in your boots. And then it’s like an explosion - it all happens so quickly; there are hands and clothes everywhere and then on the deck, and in the aftermath you are in the Mandalorian’s arms, naked, your legs around his waist as he presses you up against the bulkhead.

His chestplate hits the deck - his flak jacket lifted above his head when you let him stop touching you long enough. You barely have time to appreciate the feel of his naked hands on your skin, cupping your breasts in his broad, smooth palms, thumbing your nipples all-too-briefly before he’s sliding down the zipper of his flight suit and baring a V of muscled flesh all the way to his groin.

“Mando,” you gasp as he frees his cock, as he maneuvers the throbbing, purpled head to drag through your slit. He finds you open and wet, lips parted for him, and he groans as he nudges against your fluttering hole. He doesn't hesitate.

He pushes in slow, for he’s a lot to take, thick and hard and the stretch is almost too much. You whine, your voice high and tight in your throat, and he soothes you with soft little noises and praise that makes you feel light-headed.

“Shhh, that’s it,” “You’re so fucking tight-” “Made to take my cock, mesh’la" and other words you don’t recognize. Eventually, he’s all the way inside you, his pelvis flush to yours, the scratch of hair at his pubic bone pressing into your mound.

You pant in his arms, eyes squeezed shut, a thin resin of sweat risen on your brow. “Move,” you order through clenched teeth, and finally you open your eyes to meet his visor and demand, “Fuck me, Mando.”

And he does - withdrawing his hips from the welcoming cradle of yours, his cock dragging back through you, and you can feel every ridge and vein before he’s spearing back in, jarring your back against the bulkhead. It’s a shock right through your system, and you can feel adrenaline flooding your veins, your blood pumping faster like you’re fighting for your life. You might as well be, for he does it again, and again, and soon he’s setting a punishing pace that hits against something soft and devastating deep inside you.

Your orgasm hits you like a blow you fail to dodge - winding you, knocking the air from your lungs - and for a moment all that matters is the blinding flash of pleasure through your nerves, the rolling wave that makes your cunt flutter in rippling spasms around the pulsing rod of his cock. He pins your hips with another vicious rut of his hips and then he’s coming, too, releasing into the impossible grip of your body, groaning with every spurt of spend he fills you with.

“Fuck,” Din summarizes, once you both can catch your breath - once your legs start to loosen, jelly-weak as he pulls out gently, lowering your feet back to the ground. He’s suddenly nervous - worried he’s fucked this up, done the wrong thing, lost patience and paid for it with your scorn.

But your smile is brilliant as you beam up at him - your face radiant - flushed and sweaty. You are beautiful.

“Next time, don't waste time dropping hints,” you tell him, and then you reassure him with a laugh, and the wonderful feeling of your arms around his neck.

For a while, he just holds you close. And for a while, the bullets in his stomach are gone.

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[dawn-the-rithmatist]

Morning Light (Flash Fiction)

So I uh. Wrote a quick thing. This is inspired by two things: 1) blankets are the coziest thing in the world and Zelink server agrees. 2) @voltfruits wrote an amazing fic (you can find it here, definitely read it!!) and I reread it recently and now I crave a post-calamity Zelink snuggles because of it. Anyways, this is short and sweet, please enjoy :) or read here on ao3!

She had meant for the morning to be a productive one. Earlier in the week, she had sketched out a design for a system to pump hot water for their house- Link’s house really, but she had long since stopped thinking of it as just his. She had been planning to construct a prototype today, getting an early start in case she ran into any setbacks.

She threw those plans out the window within a minute of waking up.

The blankets surrounding her seemed extra cozy that morning, a little bubble of warmth only amplified by the heat from the body beneath her. She must have rolled onto him sometime during the night, and now her world was Link’s arm across her shoulders, another around her waist, legs tangled together, his heartbeat against her ear where it pressed against his chest. Soft sheets and the gentle weight of blankets filled in the gaps between, and she thought she had never experienced a moment so perfect in her life.

She peeked an eye open to see dappled sunlight filtering in through the window. Then she shifted, ever so slowly, to turn her eyes to the man beneath her. He was still asleep- she had guessed that before even opening her eyes, just feeling the rise and fall of his breathing in time with her own. He looks so peaceful, she thought with a smile.

Not that their daily life wasn’t peaceful, but there was always tension in him. She could see it in the way his shoulders tensed whenever a noise was just a bit too loud, the way he jolted a little whenever someone moved just a bit too fast. He had been fighting for so long- longer than he could even remember- that it was hard to set it aside, even in their life of relative peace.

She shifted so that her left hand rested over his heart, chin propped up on top of it, then traced her free hand softly across his forehead where there always seemed to be a furrow in his brow. In the gentle morning light, she could see a smattering of light freckles, only visible after their long days spent out in the wild. She carded a hand through his hair, appreciating the softness of the lovely red-gold strands.

He stirred, cracking his eyes open to look up at her.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said with a smile. “Did I wake you up?”

“S’ok,” he mumbled, blinking sleepy blue eyes. “It feels good.” She ran her hand through his hair again, and he sighed, arms squeezing just a bit tighter. Her heart squeezed right along with them.

She remembered the days before the Calamity, mornings on the road just like this, bundled up in blankets and hidden in tents far away from the eyes of the king. She remembered how the first words he ever said to her were spoken in that same bleary voice, the hero of legend reduced to nothing more than a groggy teenager. She remembered waking up in her own bed, alone in her bedroom and thinking of what it was like to hold him to fight off the loneliness that threatened to drown her.

And she remembered a day in the rain when she begged him, would have given anything for him to open his eyes and look at her like this again. And remembered that day 100 years later, when he opened his eyes for the first time in so long with no idea who she was. Who she was to him.

She leaned forward to press her forehead against his, eyes welling up. It had taken so long, and it had taken so much, but they had made it. “We’re finally home,” she whispered.

Link stroked his hand gently across her shoulder blades, smiling as he whispered back, “I’m so glad you’re here.” She met his eyes, and she could see tears welling there to match the ones in her own. “I thought- We almost didn’t-” He paused, closing his eyes for a moment while he found the right words (and there was that furrow in his brow, back again now that sleep wasn’t there to ward it off). “I didn’t think we would get this.”

“This?” she asked, caressing his cheek with her thumb.

“Any of this.” He shook his head. “Being here, not… not fighting constantly… this,” he said, tightening his embrace for a moment before relaxing again. “I’m just really happy that you’re here.”

She closed her eyes, absorbing the words like the warm sunshine on her skin. “I’m happy too,” she said, though happy didn’t feel like it could quite capture the feeling. It dwelled deep in her bones and rooted itself in her heart, quiet and glorious and overflowing. There wasn’t really a word good enough for it; or at least, not one she could think of before morning tea.

Zelda pressed a slow, gentle kiss against his lips, trying to convey the feelings that were too large for words. Link seemed to be doing the same, kissing her back slowly and intently. There was no rush, no heated need for more, not like there so often was between them. It was soft but powerful, demanding nothing but undoubtedly saying good morning, I love you, I’m glad you’re here.

They pulled back with sleepy smiles, gazing at each other for a moment in contented silence. Then, Link blinked, eyes darting to the window. “We should probably get moving,” he said, sounding very much like he did not want to get moving. “You had plans for today.”

Zelda hummed and laid her head back down on his chest, snuggling into the blankets and relishing the feeling of his arms around her. “Those can wait,” she said. The plans had been forfeited before he even woke up. “Let’s just… stay here a bit longer.”

She felt the rise and fall of his chest as he sighed contentedly. “As long as you want.”

#zelink #botw #loz link #zelda #link #breath of the wild #legend of zelda #my writing #dawn speaks

[princessofprocrastination]

The Faceless Youtuber (Sapnap)

MASTERLIST

pairing : sapnap / nick armstrong x reader 

summary : people often pressure faceless youtubers to reveal themselves. but for you, you were happy to show it to the world. but were they ever ready to see who you actually are? (fluff)

a/n : hi! i know it’s been awhile since i wrote a sapnap one, so here it is. (finally it’s not an angst.) AU 

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 the first faceless legend that anyone could really think off would probably be sia. she kept herself secluded, always performing on big stages with her face covered, until she didn’t.

you loved your time being a faceless youtuber. you enjoyed it, if you say so yourself. you knew that once you let the world know what you look like, you can’t really take it back, no matter how many people respected your decision, there would still be a couple who don’t. 

the world knew very little of you, just your first name, and maybe which state you lived in. you liked to keep them anticipating and kept in the dark. 

they also knew that you were for some reason close with the twitch streamer, karl jacobs. the same karl jacobs that is always on mr beast’s videos. when they kept asking you two questions, you would tell them that the two of you simply met through mutual friends. 

of course, being friends with the opposite gender, or not would mean that there would be certain rumours, which included that the two of you are dating, or that the two of you are siblings. 

you laughed and played along sometimes at their stupid theories but it seemed like no one really had guessed who you actually are. 

honestly, you weren’t sure how no one has figured out who you are, or even just whose sibling you are. 

granted, it wasn’t often that you appeared in your brother’s videos, but you appeared in a couple, enough for at least a couple people to figure it out. 

being a friend of karl meant that you were friends with his friends, so you’ve met and spoken to everyone he knows, which obviously included everyone that’s in the dream smp.

so you’ve met everyone on the smp, eventually you got so close to dream that he allowed you into the smp. 

being karl’s fiance and all, you’ve definitely met quackity and sapnap before. and for some reason, you and them clicked so well. 

you and sapnap got really close whilst you joined the smp, being a year younger than he is. he treated you like his sister almost. 

what he didn’t know was that you hated that he treated you as his little sister. but what he doesn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him. 

you and your brother had a couple times talked about what you should do, or how you should do your face reveal. 

and it clicked to you that your brother is doing a spin on youtube rewind for 2020. and since everyone pretty much was on lockdown or in another country, he couldn’t really film people so he asked content creators to send him certail clips he wanted for the big video. 

so you brought it up to him, and not to everyone’s surprise, he loved the idea. also being the fact that he wanted to troll people about dream’s face reveal, he liked the idea of an actual faceless youtuber making a face reveal in his video. 

if people reading this hadn’t figured it out yet, yes, you are indeed the sister of the mighty mr beast. as fun as that sounds, life can get chaotic with him around, which was one of the reasons you moved out, away from him. though not far, it felt good to be able to wake up to no screaming. 

you’ve definitely thought about the consequences of doing a face reveal on his channel. 

first of all, would people even know you enough to acknowledge you? you’ve also been in the background of some mr beast videos, but they knew you as a crew member. 

of course you told your brother about your concerns, but him being his bubbly self, he told you to never say that about yourself ever again, and that your face reveal would top of dream’s future face reveal. 

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although you and sapnap, or nick, are close, you’ve never showed him your face, and never revealed to him that you are jimmy’s sister. he respected that, and told you once that it was your choice and never rushed you to show him your face. 

but that didn’t mean you guys didn’t facetime. but instead of your face, he’d see your ceiling. 

he was one of the first people to know that you were planning to do a face reveal on mr beasts’ channel. 

you remembered exactly how the facetime conversation went. 

“sappyyy.” you greeted as the texan boy answered your facetime call. you wanted to tell him your plans as of december 2020. 

“i’m doing a face reveal on mr beast’s 2020 rewind.” you went straight to the point, not wanting to drag it out. you never understood the point, anyways. 

“holy shit, really?” you could see his face as he asks you, in shock. you nodded to him. 

“since we all know dream is really just trolling, jimmy said i could fill in the void in people’s hearts after that.” you laughed, remembering what your brother told you. 

“wait, that means he gets to see your face first?” he asked you. you nodded again. 

“ugh. he never loses, does he?” he jokes around, laughing towards the end of the sentence, clearly clueless about the two of you being siblings.

-

time came for the countdown for the premier of the video. you were nervous, but more excited. you couldn’t wait for people to see you, and to get to know more about the dynamics of you and jimmy’s sibling-ship. 

when you tweeted out a teaser video for the mr beasts’ rewind, everyone was pumped. and although a lot of people knew deep in their hearts that dream wasn’t actually going to do a face reveal, they still had that little bit of hope left in them. 

nonetheless, they were really excited to finally see you, and to get to know more about you, besides knowing which part in america you live in, and what your voice sounds like. 

you saw yours and dream’s name trending on twitter for the face reveal. while you waited for the countdown to touch zero, you scrolled through twitter, to see what they were talking about. 

some were making theories about the face reveal, saying that it was sus that dream and you wanted to do one together, that the two of you were dating. some say that the both of you were just going to troll everyone and isn’t actually doing a face reveal. 

you laughed at some of the stupid tweets you read. they were all definitely in for a treat. 

your brother, jimmy was talking to his cameraman as everyone was anticipating to watch the video. obviously he wanted to document this, he felt a sense of pride for you. also, you brought him a lot of views, according to him. 

you sat next to karl, texting nick as you bounced your leg in mixture of excitement and nerves. 

“oh my god, stop. it will all go well.” karl’s hand stops your annoying leg bouncing as he rests it on your thigh. 

“i can’t help it, after this video, everyone will know what i look like.” you told him. honestly, you didn’t care about what the public would think about you, you were more worried about what nick would think. 

what if he thought you looked weird or just generally didn’t like what you looked like. 

as if karl could hear your thoughts, he said. “he will think you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid his eyes upon.” 

you rocked yourself in the chair you sat to calm yourself down. and just in time, your brother’s video started playing. 

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SAPNAP’S POV

everyone thinks her and i have this amazing sibling relationship but none of them really know how much i hate that word so much. 

siblings. 

do we not look good together? granted, no one really knows what you look like, but why don’t people ship us together as much as they ship you with all the other guys?

i pushed that hurtful thought down my chest, though. this was it. i can finally see what she looks like. not just the top of her beautiful, healthy hair. not just the side of her neck. 

i watched through the entire mr beast video, seeing all the small creators who have became successful during the pandemic, you being one of them. 

i watched as clips of yours and dream’s youtube videos and streams popped up. i smiled hearing your soft voice talking in the background of the video. 

knowing mr beast, he would put all the important parts towards the end, so i had to sit down and watch the whole video. not that i minded, though. 

there was another thing i was curious about. i knew dream isn’t actually going to show his face, but what if you did the same thing, too? 

you wouldn’t, right?

i bounced both my legs as it came towards the end of the video. 

at that point, they were playing the dream’s supposed face reveal. i chuckle as dream removed his cardboard sign to reveal a mask. i was sure everyone knew that this was coming, anyway. 

then, your part came. 

i heard people in the background of the video talking a little bit about you. they were talking about how mysterious you are, and what they expect you to look like. 

the background voices goes quiet, as the screen starts to show your back. 

everyone right now is staring at the back of your head, your shiny hair as you type away on your computer. your hair was put down, not long but longer than shoulder length. 

your hair isn’t a natural colour. it seems like it had a tone of purple in it, just dark. although i hadn’t seen your face, your hair was just what i had expected. 

you heard mr beast call out your name from behind you. 

“hey, uh, sis? i kinda need your help.” i heard him say. 

wait. did i hear that right? 

there is no way he meant it as actual siblings, right? but then, it he didn’t mean it like that, what was the point of saying it. 

i heard you hum as an answer to him, still not turning back. 

“just turn around and see, dear sister.” mr beast himself, said again. 

oh my god. you and him actually are siblings. that basically confirmed it all. 

“why have you said sister twice now?” your voice soft, but confused to why he repeated that word. 

on screen, you slowly turned to face your supposed brother. you looked straight to your brother, finally giving him the attention he wanted.

soon, you realised that there is a camera pointing to your face. your eyes widen, not expecting a large camera pointed to you as you spoke to your brother. 

your eyes visibly flicked from making eye contact with your brother and the camera, confusion still etched on your face. you offered a small smile and wave to the camera as the scene cuts there. 

holy shit. when karl said she’d be pretty, i didn’t think she was going to be gorgeous. is she even in my league? 

the outro rolls in. mr beast has his arm around your shoulders. 

you were wearing something different this time. you wore a blouse under a sweatshirt, tucked in jeans that fitted you so well. goddamn, you are beautiful. 

“hi.” you exclaimed to the camera, now visibly more comfortable. 

i could hear karl say something, though it sounded far. in the next second, karl came in the shot, hugging you, making sure to wrap his arms on your waist, tightening it after a while. you gave karl a small kiss on the lower part of his cheek since he’s slightly taller than you.

queue the ship comments. the little interaction burned me a little but karl’s love language is physical touch and you and him have been friends for a while, so i tried to not think about it too much. 

i focused on the grin on your face as your brother went on to talk about how proud he is of you, and how far you’ve come. 

the video finally ends with you grabbing and holding karl’s hands as you went forward, near the camera to give it a kiss. 

“i love you guys, byeee.” you ended it, pulling the ‘e’ as far as you can. 

the video ends. 

holy shit. i need to call this girl. 

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YOUR POV 

as the video ends, while the guys and you are laughing at you giving the camera a kiss, your phone goes off. a facetime call from someone you wished to hold like you did to karl. 

you jumped in your seat, on the couch, excited to finally call him and not have to cover your face.

“helloo.” you dragged your ‘o’s.

“you beautiful woman, why would you hide that from me for so long?” his voice louder than usual, almost screaming. he has a large smile on his face that complimented all his facial features. 

you smiled back to him, knowing that he wasn’t actually expecting an answer from you. 

“is karl next to you?” he asked you.

“you called me to talk to your fiance? this is unfair.” you pouted. 

“just you wait, gorgeous. pan the phone to him.” he told you. 

you showed karl’s face on your phone, now karl sitting even closer to you to get a better look of his friend. 

“yes, my betrothed?” karl starts conversating with the man on call. 

“listen here. you are to be far far away from my woman, got it? no hugging her anymore. you can only sit next to her if there’s room for jesus, no closer.” he said seriously. that was intimidatingly hot, you couldn’t lie.

“what? i got her before you did, this isn’t fair at all.” karl whined. 

“nah, before i seclude her from you, i better see some space between you and her.” nick told karl. 

“i guess you’re losing the fiance card, karl.” you told your best friend, laughing. 

karl, although still whining, tried not to laugh along with you and some of the boys who heard your conversations.

you glanced at your brother who was standing opposite you. he gave you a small wink and gave you a thumbs up, mouthing “i approve.”

you rolled your eyes. you glanced at the camera next to jimmy, recording this very conversation. you knew that everyone would not live this one down ever. 

you blushed, remembering the very words nick had said on the call. 

#sapnap x reader #sapnap imagine #sapnap imagines #Dream Team

[ticketstomydaydreams]

Ah Shit! My Bad...

REQUEST

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: Someone grabs you at a concert and then you see who that someone is...

Word count: 742

Feels: Fluff

Warnings: Mention of groping concert goers

A/N: This was a request based off Harry Styles accidentally hugging a fan instead of Kendall recently. I've adapted it a little to pay homage to the sorely missed legend, Chester Bennington 💜 This gave me all the feels...

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Squished in amongst the sweaty bodies of the first few rows of the crowd, you couldn't be happier. Your friends had all bailed on coming, but it didn’t matter. Up on stage before you, barely two arm lengths away, was Chester Bennington screaming into his microphone. Finally seeing the songs that had brought you through so many tough times being performed live, made you forget all about your flaky friends. 

As Chester stretched out the last notes the Crawling “Confuuuusing, whaaat is reeeeeeal”,  your body was pumping full of adrenaline as you danced and sang along, tears forming in your eyes for the hundredth time that night.

______

“Thank you Y/H/T, you’ve been amazing. We love you all” 

Just as Chester finishes speaking, the lights dip down and you feel a huge pair of arms wrap around you, squeezing you really hard as the person holding you screams out  

“Woooooo, let’s fucking goooooo”

Feeling a slight panic spread over you, it wouldn’t be the first time someone had inappropriately grabbed you tonight (it happened all the time unfortunately, one of the perils of being a woman in a concert crowd it seemed). You wriggled out of the stranger’s grasp and turned around ready to be annoyed and your eyes met a heavily tattooed chest. Looking up at the 6’4 giant in front of you, your eyes widened as you realised who the stranger actually was. Staring back down at you was none other than Machine Gun Kelly and he looked just as shocked as you did.

“Ah shit! My bad, I thought you were my friend” he shouts over the noise of the crowd, eyes scanning across the first couple of rows, struggling to see his friend in the low light 

“Fuck, I didn’t mean to scare you, sorry. I’m Colson”  he says, holding his hand out to shake yours.

You knew who he was but went along with it anyway feeling a little relieved you weren’t just being creeped on “Y/N” you shouted back as you shook his hand, leaning in to say into his ear “I wasn’t scared don’t worry, just pissed off, you wouldn’t believe the amount of assholes there are groping girls in the audience”

“You here alone?” he asks, still leaning his head down to you, sounding concerned

“Yeah, my friends all bailed but I wasn’t gonna miss this!” you shouted back

The lights starting lifting, ready for the encore, and the crowd surged forward, making you stumble off balance away from Colson. He reaches his arm out, putting it around your shoulder and pulling you into him to keep you upright “I’ve got you”

The band starts playing the first notes of ‘Numb’ and you lose your shit, jumping up and down, knocking Colson’s arm off your shoulder, and screaming at the sound of your favourite song blasting from the stage.

You turn and shout at Colson ‘It’s my favourite!’, he smiles and shouts back “Mine too”.

Tears start falling from your eyes again, as you sing along with every word, occasionally turning to your side to see Colson doing the same. You’re just thinking about how cute his side profile is, when you see Chester moving down to the front of the audience, singing straight to the fans. You’re distracted from your thoughts of Colson by the pure joy at being so close to someone you’re so inspired by.

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When the band finally leave the stage and the lights of the arena go on, signalling the true end of the show, you take a moment to catch your breath from all the excitement, your body shaking with adrenaline. Still gazing at the empty stage, not wanting the concert to be over yet, you don’t see Colson staring at you.

“You really love these guys huh?” he says, people streaming past you both towards the exit

“More than I can say…” you reply, a giant grin spread across your face as you turn to him

“Well... we’re heading backstage now to have a few drinks and catch up with the band...If you want, maybe, you could come too?” he says, rubbing the back of his head, almost looking nervous

You want to scream and leap onto the gorgeous blonde there and then but you manage to compose yourself internally and mentally pinch yourself before you reply

“That’d be awesome…”

Colson grabs your hand and leads you towards a door at the side of the stage

“Follow me”

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"The sun will set for you"

You're missed every day Chester 💜

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[tinyboxxtink]

Hey can you do losing your virginity to barba babe?

Maybe your a detective And your dating and you decide your ready ❤❤

Short and sweet NSFW under the cut. I hope you like it babe.

Oh also I had "All Of Me" playing while I wrote this, so that's the mood you're supposed to get from it. Listen to it while reading for extra enjoyment! Skylar Astin's version not John Legend's. Sorry not sorry.

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You took a deep breath as you looked in the mirror in your boyfriend’s bathroom. You were dressed in a red teddy and nothing else, your beautiful young body was on display for anyone to see. Well, for one to see. Rafael Barba was finally going to see...all of you.

When you had first started dating the age gap was obviously apparent, and somewhat of a challenge. He was so experienced and professional at everything, you were barely out of the nest, everything was brand new. So when you told him you were a virgin you expected him to run the other way leaving a fire in his wake, but he had just nodded and took your hand in his, and said: “Take as long as you need, carino.”

That was six months ago. Exactly. Tonight, on your anniversary, you were going to give the most precious thing you had to the most precious person to you. You took one more deep breath and opened the door, stepping into Rafael’s bedroom.

He was laying on the bed in his boxers, and when he saw you he just stared. Didn’t move, didn’t talk. He just sat there and admired your beautiful body, taking it all in. Finally as you approached him on the bed, he pulled you on top of him in a very passionate but sensitive manner. You could hear “All Of Me” playing from his iPhone speaker.

“Are you sure you want to do this, mi amor?” He stroked your cheek gently.

“I’m absolutely sure, Rafa,” You nodded softly, closing your eyes and enjoying the soft touch of his fingers against your cheek. You grew more and more curious wondering what they’d feel like inside you. You decided you’d find out, right now.

You slowly put your hand over his and pulled it from your face, down to your bare crotch. He realized what you were doing, and used his free hand to guide you back against the bed until you were entirely laying down, open and willing. He very softly traced your opening and then slowly began making circles quickly but softly inside you. You moaned softly, this new pleasure was quickly becoming overwhelming.

You had never even touched yourself before, your parents had been one of those overzealous Christian parents, telling you if you touched yourself you’d go to hell and all that fun stuff. But now you were questioning everything you’d ever been told in your entire life as Rafael’s danced around inside you. How could anything this pleasurable and beautiful be a one way ticket to hellfire?

“Are you okay, mi amor?” You heard Rafael’s loving voice as he continued his motions. He upped the game by taking his free hand and massaging your bare breast.

“I’m much more than okay, Raffi,” You nodded vigorously as you lifted your head to see him smiling at you with the most intense, loving stare you’d ever seen.

“....But I want you inside me,” You added with a mischievous grin, pulling him on top of you while his fingers still pumped inside you.

“Well that can be arranged,” He smirked as he positioned his throbbing erection poking out of his boxers around your waist as he removed his fingers.

“Are you absolutely sure, Y/N?” He asked you one more time, knowing once you did this you couldn’t take it back. And he wanted everything to be perfect for you.

“YES, Rafael,” You nodded even more vigorously, your arousal reaching its peak as you felt his dick so close to you, yet so far.

“Alright, you tell me how slow to go, I don’t want you to hurt,” He nodded as he very, very slowly entered you. At first it was like a tampon, then more intense. More pressure. You had never felt anything like this. It did hurt, but it felt so much more pleasurable you barely noticed.

Rafael noticed you winced when he had first started, stopping instantly. “Are you okay, mi vida? Am I hurting you?”

“Rafael, I’m gonna need you to stop talking, and start fucking,” You instructed him with fiery lust in your eyes. He had never seen this side of you, most certainly never heard you talk this way. You were so young and innocent, now you seemed like a powerful lustful woman.

“Whatever you want baby,” He growled with a playful smile, quickening his pace inside you. Every thrust he made brought you closer and closer, you felt awful it was going so fast. But then again, you had never done this before.

“Rafa, I’m going to--”

“Go amor,” He purred into your ear. “It’s alright, go ahead. Enjoy yourself,”

That was all you needed to crash into a wave of ecstasy you’d never experienced. You’d always heard from your friends how amazing orgasms were, but no words could express the joy and pure bliss it was.

After basking in the feeling for a few moments, you turned to Rafael who was still smiling at you like a kid in a candy store.

“You didn’t...did you?” You made a sad face. You knew you had gone way too fast for him to even get started.

“No,” He shook his head. “But tonight isn’t for me. It’s for you, mi amor,"

Your eyes filled with tears as you kissed the love of your life long and soft, memorizing every inch of his body as it laid against you.

“I love you, Rafael,” You bit your lip with a tearful smile.

“I love you too Y/N,” He wiped a tear away from your cheek with his thumb.

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