#GIPSY DANGER MY BELOVED

[stoshasaurus]

While we’re on the subject of robots and machines integral to our childhoods…

If the Fabrication Machine is my husband, then Gipsy Danger is my WIFE

“It’s a mech” I DONT CARE I LOVE HER

LOOK AT HER

hey gorgeous. hey gorgeous. hey. How’s the. Weather. Up there.

[renaissanceclassics]

The Pilgrim's Progress: Part 14

Listen to: Introduction to Book 2, at Renaissance Classics Podcast.

Pilgrim's Progress - Book 2 , From This World to That which is to Come; Delivered under the similitude of a Dream, Part Two

Wherein is Discovered The Manner of his setting out, His Dangerous Journey, and Safe Arrival at the Desired Country. His Second Part of the Pilgrim Go now, my little book, to every place, Where my first PILGRIM has but shown his face. Call at their door; if any say, "Who's there?" Then answer thou, "CHRISTIANA is here." And if they bid thee come in, then enter thou With all thy boys. And then, as thou know'st how,

Tell who they are, also from whence they come. Perhaps they'll know them by their looks, or name; But if they should not, ask them yet again If formerly they did not entertain One CHRISTIAN, a pilgrim. If they say They did, and were delighted in his way, Then let them know that these related were Unto him; yea, his wife and children are. Tell them that they have left their house and home Are turned pilgrims; seek a world to come: That they have met with hardships in the way: That they do meet with troubles night and day: That they have trod on serpents, fought with devils; Have also overcome a many evils. Yea, tell them also of the next who have, Of love to pilgrimage, been stout and brave Defenders of that way; and how they still Refuse this world to do their Father's will. Go, tell them also of those dainty things That pilgrimage unto the pilgrim brings. Let them acquainted be, too, how they are Beloved of their King, under his care; What goodly mansions for them he provides, Though they meet with rough winds and swelling tides; How brave a calm they will enjoy at last-- Who to their Lord and by his ways hold fast. Perhaps with heart and hand they will embrace Thee, as they did my firstling; and will grace Thee and thy fellows with such cheer and fare, As show will they of pilgrims lovers are. FIRST OBJECTION. But how, if they will not believe of me That I am truly thine? 'cause some there be That counterfeit the pilgrim, and his name: Seek by disguise to seem the very same; And by that means have wrought themselves into The hands and houses of I know not who. ANSWER. 'Tis true, some have of late, to counterfeit My pilgrim, to their own my title set; Yea, others half my name and title too Have stitched to their book, to make them do: But yet they, by their features, do declare Themselves not mine to be, whose-e'er they are. If such thou meetest with, then thine only way, Before them all, is, to say out thy say In thine own native language, which no man Now uses nor with ease dissemble can. If, after all, they still of you shall doubt, Thinking that you, like gipsies, go about, In naughty wise the country to defile, Or that you seek good people to beguile With things unwarrantable--send for me, And I will testify you pilgrims be; Yea, I will testify that only you My pilgrims are: and that alone will do. SECOND OBJECTION. But yet, perhaps, I may enquire for him Of those that wish him damned life and limb: What shall I do when I, at such a door, For pilgrims ask, and they shall rage the more? ANSWER. Fright not thyself, my book, for such bugbears Are nothing else but ground for groundless fears. My pilgrim's book has travelled sea and land, Yet could I never come to understand That it was slighted, or turned out of door By any kingdom, were they rich or poor. In France and Flanders, where men kill each other, My pilgrim is esteemed a friend, a brother. In Holland too 't is said, as I am told, My pilgrim is with some worth more than gold, Highlanders and wild Irish can agree, My pilgrim should familiar with them be. 'T is in New England under such advance-- Receives there so much loving countenance-- As to be trimmed, new-clothed, and decked with gems, That it may show its features and its limbs; Yet more, so comely doth my pilgrim walk That of him thousands daily sing and talk. If you draw nearer home, it will appear My pilgrim knows no ground of shame or fear. City and country will him entertain. With "Welcome, pilgrim!" Yea, they can't refrain From smiling if my pilgrim be but by, Or shows his head in any company. Brave gallants do my pilgrim hug and love; Esteem it much; yea, value it above Things of a greater bulk; yea, with delight, Say my lark's leg is better than a kite. Young ladies, and young gentlewomen too, Do no small kindness to my pilgrim show: Their cabinets, their bosoms, and their hearts My pilgrim has; 'cause he to them imparts His pretty riddles in such wholesome strains, As yields them profit double to their pains Of reading. Yea, I think I may be bold To say--some prize him far above their gold. The very children that do walk the street, If they do but my holy pilgrim meet, Salute him will; will wish him well and say, "He is the only stripling of the day." They that have never seen him, yet admire What they have heard of him; and much desire To have his company, and hear him tell Those pilgrim stories which he knows so well. Yea, some who did not love him at the first But called him "fool" and "noddy," say they must, Now they have seen and heard him, him commend; And to those whom they love they do him send. Wherefore, my second part, thou needest not be Afraid to show thy head: none can hurt thee: That wish but well to him that went before; 'Cause thou comest after with a second store Of things as good, as rich, as profitable, For young, for old, for staggering, and for stable. THIRD OBJECTION. But some there be that say he laughs too loud; And some do say his head is in a cloud. Some say, his words and stories are so dark, They know not how by them to find his mark. ANSWER. One may, I think, say, "Both his laughs and cries May well be guessed at by his watery eyes." Some things are of that nature as to make, One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache. When Jacob saw his Rachel with the sheep, He did at the same time both kiss and weep. Whereas some say a cloud is in his head: That doth but show how wisdom's covered With its own mantles; and to stir the mind To a search after what it fain would find. Things that seem to be hid in words obscure, Do but the godly mind the more allure To study what those sayings should contain, That speak to us in such a cloudy strain. I also know a dark similitude Will on the fancy more itself intrude; And will stick faster in the heart and head, Than things from similes not borrowed. Wherefore, my book, let no discouragement Hinder thy travels. Behold, thou forth art sent To friends, not foes; to friends that will give place, To thee, thy pilgrims and thy words embrace. Besides, what my first pilgrim left concealed, Thou, my brave second pilgrim, hath revealed: What CHRISTIAN left locked up, and went his way, Sweet CHRISTIANA opens with her key. FOURTH OBJECTION. But some love not the method of your first; "Romance" they call it; throw it away as dust, If I should meet with such, what should I say? Must I slight them as they slight me; or nay? ANSWER. My CHRISTIANA, if with such thou meet, By all means, in all loving wise, them greet, Render them not reviling for revile; But if they frown, I prithee on them smile. Perhaps 't is nature, or some ill report, Has made them thus despise, or thus retort. Some love no cheese; some love no fish; and some Love not their friends, nor their own house or home: Some start at pig; slight chicken; love not fowl More than they love a cuckoo or an owl. Leave such, my CHRISTIANA, to their choice; And seek those who, to find thee, will rejoice. By no means strive; but, in all humble wise, Present thee to them in thy pilgrim's guise. Go then, my little book, and show to all That entertain, and bid thee welcome shall, What thou shalt keep close, shut up from the rest; And wish what thou shalt show them may be blessed To them for good--may make them choose to be Pilgrims better by far than thee or me. Go then, I say, tell all men who thou art: Say, "I am CHRISTIANA; and my part Is now, with my four sons, to tell you what It is for men to take a pilgrim's lot." Go also tell them who, and what, they be That now do go on pilgrimage with thee. Say, "Here's my neighbour MERCY: she is one That has long time with me a pilgrim gone; Come, see her in her virgin face, and learn 'Twixt idle ones and pilgrims to discern. Yea, let young damsels learn of her to prize The 'world' which is 'to come' in any wise; When little tripping maidens follow God, And leave old doting sinners to his rod: 'T is like those days wherein the young ones cried 'Hosannah!' to whom old ones did deride." Next tell them of old HONEST, who you found, With his white hairs, treading the pilgrim's ground: Yea, tell them how plain hearted this man was, How after his good Lord he bare his cross. Perhaps with some grey head this may prevail With Christ to fall in love, and sin bewail. Tell them also how Master FEARING went On pilgrimage, and how the time he spent In solitariness, with fears and cries; And how at last he won the joyful prize. He was a good man, though much down in spirit; He is a good man, and doth life inherit. Tell them of Master FEEBLE-MIND also, Who, not before, but still behind, would go, Show them also how he had like been slain, And how one GREAT-HEART did his life regain. This man was true of heart though weak in grace; One might true godliness read in his face. Then tell them of Master READY-TO-HALT, A man with crutches, but much without fault; Tell them how Master FEEBLE-MIND and he Did love, and in opinions much agree. And let all know, though weakness was their chance. Yet sometimes one could sing, the other dance. Forget not Master VALIANT-FOR-THE-TRUTH, That man of courage, though a very youth: Tell everyone his spirit was so stout, No man could ever make him face about! And how GREAT-HEART and he could not forbear, But put down Doubting Castle, slay DESPAIR. Overlook not Master DESPONDENCY, Nor MUCH-AFRAID, his daughter; though they lie Under such mantles as may make them look (With some) as if their God had them forsook. They softly went, but sure; and at the end Found that the Lord of pilgrims was their friend. When thou hast told the world of all these things, Then turn about, my book, and touch these strings; Which, if but touched, will such music make, They'll make a cripple dance, a giant quake. These riddles that lie couched within thy breast, Freely propound, expound; and for the rest Of thy mysterious lines, let them remain For those whose nimble fancies shall them gain. Now may this little book a blessing be To those that love this little book and me; And may its buyer have no cause to say His money is but lost or thrown away. Yea, may this second pilgrim yield that fruit, As may with each good pilgrim's fancy suit; And may it persuade some that go astray, To turn their foot and heart to the right way-- Is the hearty prayer of THE AUTHOR, JOHN BUNYAN.

[hotdamnhunnam]

Pacific Love

A/N: So this fic can be read as Part 2 to Pacific Rimjob, or as a standalone fic! This second part is based on the below request for some hot sex followed by comforting cockwarming with Raleigh, the fluffiest snuggliest version of Charlie 🥰

Pairing: Raleigh Becket x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, your pussy serving as a home for Raleigh’s cock Requests: Request from @wayward-avenging​ + a separate request from @rayslittlekitten​

Word Count: ~1.7k

“Still can’t believe you saved the motherfucking world.”

Your boyfriend sighs, with an exasperated blink of his blue eyes. Hates when you say it in that way, like he alone had saved the day. “We saved the world. Me and my girl.”

“You and the Gipsy Danger?” you reply, the name of his beloved Jaeger. The massive robot you two co-pilot together.

Raleigh heaves another sigh. He’s a fierce feminist, aware that women rarely get the recognition that they merit; the injustice of it makes him want to cry. That’s why he’s clearly so upset at your refusal to take credit.

Brushing a speck of dust off of the warm navy blue sweater he’s got on, you urge him not to sweat it. “Babe, I’m just pushing your buttons,” you admit, reaching to ruffle his blonde hair bright as spun gold and soft as cotton. At your touch you can already sense the energy inside him shifting. Letting go of his frustration as you gently fluff it out of him. “I know I had to carry all your problems, so it’s obvious that I’m the one who did the heavy lifting.”

He smiles as he melts into your hand then brings it down toward his lips so he can kiss it. “You know I’m glad the war is finished... but I gotta say I’m gonna miss it. Drifting.”

“Being in each other’s heads? Well, even better yet... we’ll always have our time together in each other’s beds.”

“That’s true,” he coos, stars in his baby blues. “I really like being inside of you.”

Who gave this full-grown man the right to be so fucking cute? It’s fucking rude. Your fingers wander toward his gorgeous golden mane again and comb tenderly through. “Of course you do. I like it too... and I love you.”

Throughout the war that you have somehow overcome, Drifting together had begun to feel like home. It felt like you belonged in his head even more than in your own. You were just better when you both were in that deep mind-melding zone. The two of you are more than just compatible; the bond you share is magical. It’s pure and powerful as hell.

And thankfully you know a way to bring that level of connection into the bedroom as well.

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Sex with Raleigh Fucking Becket... is a trip to heaven on a one-way ticket.

You still recall and probably won’t ever forget—back in the days before the two of you had met—what all the other women gossiping throughout the Shatterdome had said: how this new guy walking around the halls was tall and good-looking and no doubt even better-looking naked, but probably a dud in bed. A pretty slice of plain white bread.

While he may come off as a teddy bear, with his soft fluffy hair, and eyes so big and bright you never fail to melt beneath his stare... so wholesome it’s really not fair... the truth is, none of those bitches knew shit. 

They didn’t have a clue, just what Mr. Becket could do. Neither did you—until he claimed you as his girl and put you through it.

True, Raleigh insists on sex within a context of mutual understanding and respect. Prefers softcore. Prefers the passion to feel pure, to let your hearts and souls connect. 

But that won’t stop his big heroic dick from fucking like a monster once he knows that you are ready to get wrecked. And all the hardcore kinks of yours... he’s more than willing to explore. 

By now he’s got a kink himself for dirty talk, and roughing you up with his cock—spanking your ass while he slams your cunt from behind and constantly reminds you that you are his filthy fucking whore.

That’s what he does tonight, fucking you up just right. 

He takes more pleasure and more pride, in pounding into you and plunging deep inside, than any earth-shattering war he’ll ever fight.

And so do you—the slick walls of your pussy squeezing tight, around his huge shaft as he plows it through, splitting you open wide... his cock may be the Jaeger as you take it. But this love is meant for both of you to make it.

The bed beneath you creaks and rocks, as Raleigh keeps slapping your slutty ass and railing you with his colossal cock; this wouldn’t be the first time that the power of his thrusts managed to break it.

Having literally saved the world gives you the right to fuck so hard you’ll probably fucking shake it. Shake the whole damn world. The wholesome hero and his filthy whore, his dirty little girl.

Now the war is finally over maybe someday he can flood you with his cum without protection and pump you full of a little baby Becket...

But you shouldn’t get ahead of yourself yet. That’s for another night. Tonight you’re still on birth control as he fills up your hole and hammers you into the bed. Tonight is all about making your man’s cock feel at home inside your cunt so wet, so tight—letting him wreck it, now the two of you have conquered this long fight... and then indulging in a long night that he won’t ever forget.

Once his thick hot cum paints your pussy, so deliciously juicy, your sex and his pulsing in sync in perfect ecstasy... both of you take a breathless moment to recover from the climax so intense and clear the shooting stars spinning around your heads.

Your co-pilot’s full body weight collapses down on yours and crushes you into the bed, so you can feel the muscles of his abs and chest, slick with his sweat, against your back so firmly pressed. He knows just how much you love that—it’s the best, this sense of being so closely connected, after any round of sex you’ve had, completely covered by your lover as you sink into the mattress. Being beneath him in this way makes you feel safe and loved and so alive after your senses get fucked dead.

Raleigh softly tilts his face to kiss your cheek, filling you with the love that gives you endless strength yet makes you feel so weak. Somehow you manage now to speak, reminding him of that one thing that he had said.

“Do you still miss the Drift?”

His cock inside your core is still as massive, almost just as stiff. Meanwhile his loving mouth curves up into a smile as it shifts from your cheek down toward your parted lips to seal them with a kiss. “There’s not a thing I miss. Not when I’m with you just like this.”

As if you weren’t already you are now convinced: Raleigh Becket is honestly a motherfucking Disney prince.

You drown in kisses for a few seconds—or minutes, or hours for all that you know, given that your perception of time always blurs in the sheer bliss of afterglow. Each kiss is soft and sweet and sensual and slow. 

His meat at last begins to soften where it’s buried deep inside you. Pulling out to shift position, for a sleepy snuggle session, is what he’ll usually do.

... But you have something else in mind, which you don’t doubt will feel divine. The thought of it excites you and you know that it’ll be nice for Raleigh too.

“Why don’t you stay,” you softly say, just as he starts to pull away.

“...Stay?” he echoes as he keeps his body held against yours tightly.

“Inside of me,” you murmur quietly. “Isn’t that where you like to be?”

His fully drained dick answers with a twitch. Throbbing against your inner walls and scratching a new itch. He’s catching on to the idea that you want to serve him as his cockwarming bitch.

Though Raleigh hates the thought of using you like some kind of accessory... on some level he knows that isn’t how it has to be. It can be comforting and pleasing for the two of you both equally, to keep him in your pussy, buried deeply.

And as he answers your question it’s obvious that he’s aroused beyond belief. “It’s home for me. If I could I would be inside you permanently. Never leave.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure the war is finally over...” you provocatively murmur. “So just go ahead and make yourself at home, soldier.”

You co-pilot lets out a growl of arousal and nuzzles your shoulder. “You sure?”

“Of fucking course. You know this pussy is all yours.”

“Mmm, that’s my perfect little whore,” he snarls, the words making your toes curl. “Who knew you’re such a dirty girl?”

“Um, you did, stupid.”

He masks his laughter and pretends to be insulted. “Now that’s no way to talk to the hero who just saved the world!”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you playfully answer. “Remind me that you saved the world and that you own my body, sir.”

Raleigh’s half-hard dick pushes inside you deeper than it already is as his full weight keeps pressing you into the bed. “Mmm, as if you could ever forget...”

Indeed as if you ever could, when his cock owns you so fucking good. 

You spend all night impaled on his wood. Alternating between cozy cuddling, with butterfly kisses and fluffy hair ruffling... and crazy hard fucking, with him stuffing you so roughly that you’ll surely wake incapable of walking... then cuddling again as his cock slowly softens. Changing up your position every so often, but never once loosening your cunt’s tight hold of him—all the while Raleigh stays buried inside of you just as he should.

Whisper words of love, though words are never enough. You both already know it, and show it... melding into one and the same person, your two hearts as one, beating in unison, just as every fiber of your being and his come undone in complete perfect sync every time you get off.

The war has never felt farther behind you, than now when he’s deep inside you. This is home and there’s such peace, in each release. Such pure pacific love.

While the bond that you forged and explored in the Drift was a gift... one that Raleigh will miss.. nights like this—this feeling of sharing in such absolute bliss—even after the war is finished, love unlike war has no fucking limits. And that’s the true gift.

This is the gift that will keep on giving for as long as you live.

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