.... Why Annie's armpits?
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xD Oh welp~ Sorry anon, it took me a long while to get to this lmaooo, I was busy figuring out how best to explain it without sounding like- well, nevermind xD I realize I don't have a diplomatic answer - you're going to think I'm deranged with 12490375 fetishes - and you'd be right xD
I suppose you saw me going on about Annie's armpits in my tags or something.
Anyway. I honestly think every part of the body has its own kind of sexual appeal. The ones that most commonly come to mind are always the boobs, the ass, the hips, the legs, the neck and etc, but there is literally nowhere on the human body incapable of being a turn on. If you're in the mood for it, even that very ordinary crook of your knees can be sexy.
Armpits are the same. We usually associate them with being stinky and sweaty places, but they can be sexy too. It's not so much the existence of the armpits themselves, but their presentation during sex. So maybe, imagine, it's one of those times when Aruani are having sex. It's a very hot summer night, the windows are open, curtains fluttering in what little breeze there is. They're sweating. Armin is in his dom!Armin state and he's on top, pinning Annie's arms above her head. It's a very vulnerable position for her to be in, and one where he can see all of her without missing an inch. With every move of his, Annie moves as well, and her arms strain with pleasure. The breeze tickles the surface of her heated skin, drawing goosebumps all across. Sweat, both his and hers, running little rivulets down her stomach. And he's watching and watching; literally every bit of Annie is unbearably sexy to him, and right now, with her arms pinned above, even her armpits, so close to the swells of her breasts, are attractive enough to make him want to leave a little hickey close to there if it means she'll flinch and whimper for his sake.
Another scenario: Annie's on top. And by GOD is she enjoying herself, after getting over the initial embarrassment of being on such display like this. It's so empowering to sit on him and move her hips the way she wants and watch his face contort to the slightest thing she does. And while the fact that he's simply LOVING the view is excruciatingly mortifying at first, eventually, it emboldens her to be more confident. And she is. Annie enjoys herself so much, enjoys feeling him inside her so much, she touches herself. Her stomach, her thighs, her chest. The coiling pleasure between her legs is too much to bear so her hands travel up into her hair. What do you think that's going to look like, for Armin? His beautiful Annie, so deeply gone in the erotic stimulation that her own body gives her, that she's reaching into her hair, bunching, coiling, twisting, tugging, eyes closed, lips parted, soft moans escaping into the air. And there, under those strong arms, right above the sway of her breasts, are pockets of space that look untouched and lovely and pretty, and maybe he should sit up, put his hands there while her fingers are still in her hair, and love her body more.
So you see, it's not a singular thing, but combined with many other little appeals, it's definitely sexy xD
(... I don't know if any of this made sense ahaha.... 🙃🥲 )
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I need to know how ranchero Miguel convinced the parents to let him marry their daughter. Was it a shotgun wedding? 👀
Indeed 👀. Bit of Drama and slight angst under the cut.
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You had woken up nauseous and dizzy, for the third time in a row. Your mother was concerned. Had something made you sick? She was stricter with the kitchen staff to be more careful. But upon the wafting smell of your usual morning soup, an egg drop soup, entered your room, you retched on the bathroom, again.
You paled.
When was the last time your period came? It was hard to keep tabs when you were trying to attend other business and try to not die in the process. Two months and counting. You barely had the chance of seeing Miguel as well, since he had his own good share of work in the barn.
And he was the last and only man you have been with. Your hands went around your tummy and tears were in the verge of spilling. You were pregnant.
God, you were so scared. You knew how your parents thought of him, and for all you knew, they still thought you were pure.
But as things were going sooner or later They'd find out, probably kick him out and you'd be forced to marry a guy that looked like him to make pass the child as his. The thought scared you shitless, so you washed your mouth, bathed, got dressed and went to him.
He was talking with the foreman of another estate, but excused himself upon seeing you.
His smile faltered when you approached, solemn look, and red nose by the constant sniffling.
"Hey, hey. Come here. ¿Qué le pasa a mi chula?" (What's wrong with you, gorgeous?)
You whimpered and buried your face in his chest. He held you tightly.
"You mom got you on another date?" He rolled his eyes and you shook your head.
"Your dad tried to sell Luis again?" Another shake of your head.
"Then what is it? You gotta tell me,princesa."
"I..." You hiccuped, "I think I'm pregnant."
You could feel him tense and he made you look at him. You thought he'd be angry but the shine in his eyes proved you otherwise.
"¿Voy a ser papá?" He questioned with a excited yet strained voice. You just stared at him and he kissed you, deeply (Am I gonna be a dad?)
"¡Me vas a hacer papá!" (You're making me a dad!)
He was happy and you broke down.
"Why are you crying? Aren't you excited?"
"I am but... Dad will kick you out and... and.. -" You hiccuped and he just held you with a smile.
" Ps, que me eche. I've got my own home anyways. And if... things get bad, you'll come with me. Okay?" He squeezed you tightly and grunted happily, "Dios te vas a ver preciosa con esa panza toda grandota y redonda. Te voy a cuidar, vas a ser mi reina. Ya vas a ver."
(He can do that.) (God, you'll look gorgeous with that big and round belly. Imma take care of you, you'll be my queen. You'll see.)
He just kept rambling things you couldn't understand, but seeing him giddy made your aching heart to relax.
"I'll talk to him. I... Le voy a pedir tu mano." (Imma ask him your hand in marriage)
"W-What? are you sure of it? I mean, I don't want you getting hurt. He might look like an old man but... he knows his tricks.
"Your mother is the one that I'm concerned about."
And he was right.
"ABSOLUTELY NO." She had protested, the staff had been hiding behind the doors, listening to the scene unfold.
"How dare you asking for such thing!"
"Mom-"
"No. Who do you think you are?! Of course you won't marry her! She's set for better things!"
Miguel's eyes narrowed and your heart stopped with sudden rage.
"I want him!" You stood up, stomping your hands on the table.
"I'm old enough to decide on my own, Mom. I... I love Miguel." With every word that spilled from your mouth, she held her heart as your dad just pinched his nose bridge. He had been silent the whole talk, just glaring holes at Miguel.
"Good lord... Just... Imagine the scandal, the people... What would they say about you?! About us?!"
"They already talk shit under our nose, mom. Their opinion is irrelevant. None really approaches us if it's not for a favor."
"You... you brat!"
"I'm pregnant."
Miguel stood to calm you down as the fight kept rising. Your dad immediately straightened up and looked at Miguel.
"You." His voice venomous, but calm, "And you." He pointed at you.
"Tomorrow at church. 8 am."
"You can't be serious! You'll wed them?!
"Your yelling won't make her less pregnant. And I rather have them wedded than having an off marriage child. A sin." Your dad mumbled and looked at you, your rage seemed to be consuming you by how they spoke of your future child. Miguel's expression hardened, a low growl emanating from him.
"Once you're married, I want you both out of my property, got it?"
"Fine! I didn't want to spent my life being a fucking trophy wife for some rich man I barely know."
You were wedded, and despite your dad underlying sadness, and he wanting to swallow his words back, pride didn't allow him to speak and ask you to stay. Your mother didn't even look at your way.
Miguel had packed your things and put them on his truck. You left to a new life with him and your future family.
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After rewatching Trolls World Tour, I just realized the relevance of the high five at the start of Trolls Band Together <3
It means they have a strong connection!
On the second movie he failed to talk with Poppy about their relationship and then she called him a friend. He got so caught up on that, that they failed to make a connection and having a good high five.
Failing miserably.
Just look at him, he feels so bad
Also I love how easy the confession was at the end
Just so casual
"and I love that we are different"
"And I love you Queen Poppy" the way he says it, so simple yet clear
"And I love you too Branch" and Poppy and her little smile, that was the smile she used to give Creek before the whole fall out, she´s now smitten with Branch :) and she loves him too, what else can you ask?
the love was always there, they just needed to have a better connection, you know, the whole thing where she wasn't actually listening to anybody because she was too focused trying to be a good queen
Also I love seeing Branch happy, it´s so tender
And they finally have their perfect high five!
Wait, did she hug him at the end? 🥺
I hadn´t noticed
I love their relationship, since the first movie and how it evolved
it´s just so tender and wholesome
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