#but let's not forget we're not on our own.

[sunshinemoonrx]

Hey There Sure Was A Lot Of International Espionage In The Funny Car Robot Show

AKA Boonboomger overall thoughts!

...it was kind of a weird one?

Like, odd helmet designs aside, when it was first coming out the main reaction was "oh hey, a relatively normal sentai after a few years of out-there experiments". And then it...kind of was that, and kind of wasn't? Compared to an anniversary season where 4 rangers are suit characters, Toshiki Inoue's 50 episode dick smasher, and 2.5D soundstage romance of the three kingdoms for baby, it is much more like a normal sentai.

But then the second half of this show ostensibly about a bunch of racing car drivers fighting a bunch of evil racing car drivers is increasingly about even the ostensibly benevolent powerful in society's willingness to collaborate with evil to squeeze more out of the people, and our heroes fighting the police, the government and major corporations, all while, let's not forget, still fighting the main threat this is all revolving around, which is gay alien Michael Jackson and his gang of evil racing car drivers (although to be fair, none of this would be out of place in a Fast & Furious movie at this point).

This is...more cohesive than it should be--at least, as a tokusatsu fan, I'm more than the usual level of primed to expect serious pathos from a silly car robot named Boondorio Boomderas--but I definitely was more excited about the show early on when it was in full silly baby chaos show mode than later on, as much as I think it's extremely sick when your sixth ranger is dropkicking SWAT guys. But that might be less to do with the tone change itself and more character-related?

Like, I see what they were going for with Taiya. He's kind of aloof and catty but with a heart of gold, he's got this unconventional hands-off leadership style where he gives his team a lot of independence and freedom...but they needed to go way harder on either the aloof bitchiness or the supportiveness because it all ends up a bit weak and muddled. He never gets close to the full potential of a tsun hero who needs to open up a bit more because he's also, like, an angelic friend to all children; and if he's just nice with a little sarcastic/soft-spoken tinge...look, the whole "supporting his team by being hands-off and subtly doing things for them in the background while letting them run free" idea is inherently harder to do in a show of this level of writing complexity (low!) than just, you know, showing he cares by having him obviously do things for them, and support them, and be there for them, and not just sorta stroll in at the end like ah! it all worked out just like I thought! sorry I was busy cranking it

So, I enjoyed the early episodes where he was still just kind of a funny weird cat, and equally Mira was so much fun early on. She was doing all kinds of genki red ranger bits, making weird noises, bashing things with the wrong end of the sword, loved all that. And she didn't stop being like that later on, but that stuff felt kinda crowded out by the plot and (relatively) more serious tone, so she just becomes more generically peppy. I think another thing that made it hard for them to pull off the serious stuff is. okay. this might sound like nitpicking, but the "having your own hands on your own steering wheel" metaphor catchphrase thing. I get it, I get what it means, it's a theme, it's cool. but it's kind of long enough that it's not just a word you flexibly throw into a sentence, it becomes the whole sentence, so now when you're trying to recall iconic lines and moments, half of them are just "the time they dramatically said 'I've got my hands on my wheel now'", and it becomes hard to distinguish between them. Scale it back a bit!

With all that SAID I still happily tuned in every week. Even if it was a bit less dynamically rocket-powered, I still like when we're fighting the government. I love Robot Team Rocket (I love Yarucar being a little toy they wiggle around to emote for dialogue so much), I love the world's most pathetically whipped househusband blue ranger, I love all the yaoi between cars, I love the robotfucker secret agent, I love the funny ending dance.

So yeah! It's pretty good! I liked it! But either I think they could have thought out a couple elements better to make it really support the epic serious plot stuff, or those could have not been such an issue if they just went full-on for being funny silly antics car show of all time.

oh yeah hey what was up with the literal plastic disco ball taiya dug out of the ground that was the manifestation of the earth's energy or whatever

[newcaptainofsquad9]

Was This Vacation a Mistake? ~Crazy Rich Asians( Astrid x black! fem! reader)~Part 4

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

Summary: Finally back home, you resume your life as a professor but find yourself still thinking about Astrid and the events of the vacation. Lucky for you, someone comes to spare you of any grief you still had.

Word Count: 2.4k

Tag List(I added folks were commented and enjoyed) : @madeleinecamilanightwood16, @ladydragonpurplefire,

Author's Note: Here's part 4 guys. Sorry this has taken so long. I'm going to try and end this fic this year within the next three chapters. Thank you for reading as always. And if you wanna be added or removed from tag List, let me know.

Classes finally started back, normalcy followed and that was all I could hope for. Everything that happened in Singapore is still there, how can I even try to forget it that fast? Rachel promised to speak about it whenever yet she had her own issues to deal with.

Apparently, she called it off with Nick after the debacle in his homeland; the entire situation has had me torn. I'm sure they'll talk it out, or take a long enough break to figure something out. Or maybe it was my fault, I shouldn't have even gone on the trip in the first place and Rachel would have been engaged right now. Nick's family would love her and not turning up their nose at me, her random Black friend.

I know, I shouldn't think like that. Rachel will nag me about it if she saw me here in my office frowning down at a student's paper. My red pink has marked it enough, perhaps a break is in order.

A soft knock rapped at my door. A student perhaps, Rachel would have texted or called if she needed something.

"Come in," I said, eyes still steady on the page.

A clack of heels and the clack of the door shut follows.

"What can I help you with?"

My pulse quickened at who's in my office now. From the heels I suspected an international student and their fancy abundance but here Astrid was dressed in a low cut white top, black blazer and high rise jeans. Her hair was pulled up and her shades sat on her head.

"I had to see you," she said, smiling softly. "How have you been, darling?"

I stood up, put away the paper I was grading and rushed toward her.

Astrid met me halfway, embracing me gently like I was made of glass, like she did when she first hugged me at her house a few weeks prior. It got firmer once she caressed my back, resting her chin down on my shoulder.

"Everything OK?" she whispered. "Nick's been worried."

"No, he shouldn't be," you groaned. "He should focus on himself, did he send you all the way here? W-What about Cassian?"

Astrid frowned. "Did I come at the wrong time? Cassian has the best nannies looking after him, and I wasn't going to be here long. Was my coming here not what you expected, wanted even?"

I caught the twinge of sadden edging in her voice.

"Y-Yeah, it's unexpected but it's not that I wouldn't want it," I tried explaining through burning cheeks. "You being here is great. I think it'll help."

Astrid stepped back, studying me and my office around us. Everywhere her eyes swept caught me with enough self consciousness to scold myself to clean a bit more around here, take some books back to my apartment sometime during another holiday.

"Your office is quaint, reminds me of you," Astrid said, stepping over to a stack of books I had on the cover of my desk that's stuffed with loose papers. "I bet you've read these dozens of times over, dissected them to bits for classes, yeah?"

I just nodded as our eyes met again.

"Yeah, mostly during undergrad and downtime between semesters now," I said. "I usually just read what the board signs off for my classes and short stories for my kids to tear into during discussions. Rachel and I had a little book club during our mfa time here ages ago."

Astrid chuckled. "Ages?"

"Seven years, give or take, ages to me considering where we are now."

"And where are you both right now, y/n?" Astrid said, crossing her arms.

"We're fine," I said a little too quickly. "Rachel just needs her time, and I-I don't want to mess up things more."

"She'd like to know how you're doing."

"Why? Did she beg you to come here?"

"Of course not. Y/N, are you truly all right?"

I bit my lip; that's a simple but loaded question. Astrid's concentration on me wasn't helping with me being entirely truthful either.

"Not really, no," I admitted.

"I'm so sorry, darling," Astrid said. "Do you have plans or classes for the rest of the day?"

"Well, I have another half hour of office hours."

"Have they really be in and out of here as of late, dear?"

Astrid stepped back over to the door, peeking from under my blinds for some sort of added measure.

"Ok, I guess my office hours are over today," I said, returning to my desk to push the paper I was grading back into my folder. "The rest of my schedule is clear. Did you have something in mind, Astrid?"

"Let me get your mind off of things, let me take you out?"

My face flushed at her words; she doesn't mean what I think she means, right?

"A-Are you asking me out, Astrid?"

"I don't know, if I say yes will that convince you?"

....

Is this a date or not? I didn't ask, yet the feelings were still there--deep in my stomach, my hands barely worked once we got to the restaurant--a chain not too far from campus.

Astrid even pulled the chair out for me, an act of common courtesy right? Rachel's not here and I can still detect her incredulous stare, hopelessly shaking her head--she'd believe it to be more. Should I text her? No, she needs space, I need to focus on this myself.

"Have you decided?" Astrid said, peeking over her menu. "Or do you need more time?"

"No, I'll have the grilled chicken club sandwich with a side of Mac and cheese."

Astrid nodded. "Great, I'll have the salmon and potatoes."

The waitress returned, took our menus and orders, and deposited our drinks at our sides.

Alone now, our eyes keep meeting and I need to try and not make it as awkward as it already is.

"So, do you usually do chain restaurants when you visit the states? Do you visit the states often?"

"Sometimes I visit when Nick is here and he's with Rachel," Astrid explained. "Not often but they have character to them. Not a lot of them have good options but their fries are a guilty pleasure of mine."

I giggled. "Really? Why didn't you order any?"

Astrid shrugged. "I wanted to try something different. Do you prefer chain restaurants? Or do you like something more lower scale? Higher scale, maybe?"

Her eyes swept to me once she said higher scale, smiling to spread the beauty mark on her face magnificently.

"Oh, I'm much more lower scale," I chuckled. "Still a struggling college student at heart but I'm not cheap as I used to be--I'm not cheap at all but--"

"Darling, I get it," Astrid said, laying a hand over my own. "Although, I hope I can give you a taste of that higher scale."

I wanted to draw back, not voluntarily but a knee jerk reaction; she's saying those things again and it's making me feel amazing. I know she means them but I'm not sure why I feel like she doesn't. Astrid's not like those ignorant people back in Singapore, not like the family who ridiculed you and Rachel. I don't even know if she likes women in that way, perhaps she is and I'm overthinking all of it. Maybe I should have contacted Rachel.

"Y/N? Are you all right?"

I decided to be honest and said, "No, not really. But I don't want it to ruin the night, or our time. We don't have to discuss it anymore, at least not right now."

Astrid started for a moment, thinking before nodding. "Of course, darling."

The waitress soon returned with our food, placing it in front of us before retreating to another table swiftly. My sandwich looked fine, Mac and cheese too but the taste wasn't terrible--not good, mediocre, nothing on Kraft or even what they fed us during grade school.

Astrid must have noticed my displeasure, frowning behind her bite of salmon. "Do you not like it?"

"It's not that good, but I'll manage."

"Do you want to replace it? I can tell the waitress."

I flushed, inching into my seat subconsciously, holding my fork tight. "Astrid, it's all right. I can just eat it."

"Why? I want this to be a great experience with amazing food," Astrid explained. "You deserve it, so why can't you let me do this for you?"

Do I really deserve it? I have been feeling shitty since the vacation in Singapore, since Rachel and Nick's supposed split and since--since I couldn't get over being singled out for something I can't control and shouldn't feel ashamed of being: Black. Black American for that matter.

And here Astrid is being so caring and genuine, willing to spend time and money on me; she does feel more for me more than Rachel or Nick's friend--I'm not entirely sure if it's romantic but there's something more here. I hope I'm not reading this wrong.

"Y/N? Whatever you decide, I'll do it for you," Astrid declared.

"Sure, you can order us some fries. Is it all right if we share?"

Astrid smiled; I could have sworn I saw a hint of red peak through her face.

. . .

After some amazing fries and some superb ice cream (thanks to some convincing from Astrid, flashing another smile and heavy eye contact).

She's even more convincing when we're sharing an Uber, laughing lowly at a joke I told. It wasn't that funny, well at least when Rachel's heard it but she's heard it a thousand times; something minuscule about an old job I had, something dry, something existential. Astrid's laugh though, how close she is and the contact--arms brushing mine due to how smaller the car is or for the fact that she's nudging me--or how she pays attention. I can't look at her without smiling which leads to more of the attention.

"You have a wonderful smile, has anyone ever told you that?" Astrid admitted. We finally got back to my apartment, still talking.

I invited her in without thinking, holding her hand so she doesn't trip over the hitch in the last step going up my floor.

"I think my mom told me before? Lots of times, maybe an ex boyfriend, maybe?"

Astrid scoffed, nudging me gently with her elbow. "I'm serious. Every time I see you, there's something new. Something that amazes me."

I pushed the door open, locking it fast as we both rush inside.

"Are you sure you're serious," I said, leaning against the door. My heart is pumping fast, hyper-like all in my ears. "What's with these things you've been saying?"

Astrid tilted her head. "Y/N."

"You have a child! You divorced someone--you're loaded and gorgeous, and I-I'm--"

"You're a beautiful woman I'm having a great time with," Astrid said, finishing my sentence before the words could come out. "Is my being a divorcee an issue?"

She asked the question with an air of humor and walked away from me, finally giving me a chance to breathe from her intoxication. At my bookcase by the wall that sat ways from the threshold to the kitchen, Astrid's attention swept over it, placing a finger up to the spines of the concealed books.

"No, of course not. I-I that's not an issue. Astrid, I-I-"

Everything's hot, burning, my face especially and I can't speak anymore.

"Darling," Astrid's in my presence again, worried.

"Is it OK if we talk more? If I can ask you more things?"

She nodded and I led her to my tiny sofa across from the bookcase, plopping down on it together; our eyes met yet again.

"Ask me anything, darling," she said. "Anything."

"Well, being divorced doesn't matter," I explained. "I just wanted to ask if you, um."

Sexuality is her business, anyone's personal business that they can choose to tell or keep to themselves. Yet she's here asking me and granting me the chance to get to know her better; I can show her a piece of me that I've only shown to the people closest to me.

"Tonight you were very touchy, encouraging and just overall flirty tonight and I--"

Astrid took my hand, slid so close that our thighs now touched. "And?"

It's obvious. So obvious or I'm just idiotic; Rachel would slap me over the head if she could.

"I-I'm bisexual, my liking includes guys, women, gender nonconforming people and everyone in between and around that umbrella," I explained. My hands couldn't stay still, Astrid saw, tightening her grip and rubbing her thumb over my knuckles. "And I-I'm into you Astrid--it seems like you're into me so, do you like women too or not?"

Astrid giggled. "Darling, I've been flirting with you since Nick and Rachel brought you home. I can tell this is a deep issue to you, so yes. I've married a man before, had boyfriends but I fancy women too. Dated a few in university but--that's not important right now. Y/N I'm mad about you too."

I'm giggling now too. It's an organic head-high, almost doubled over with stomach cramping and mouth hurting. Astrid followed in, hands high now: at my arms then shoulders and to my face; I wonder if she can feel the heat radiating from it and noticed how my laughter stopped.

It just happened. I didn't speak, neither did Astrid. Our lips met.

[spacebubblehomebase]

hi, just letting you know that ahmed 90s-ghost doesn't verify fundraisers anymore! he quit after it got too overwhelming, so you shouldn't @ him asking him to. you can probably find the post about it by searching his blog.

Thanks for letting me know, Anon...

I get it... I REALLY do.

I understand. Y'know I used to be so excited to get Asks. It means someone wants to talk about art and silly cartoon characters with me. But now all I feel is dread. Not because I don't want to help, but because the help I give is never enough. I used to privately mesage back to those Asks, but one became 6 became 10 to... Well. I can't donate. Euros and dollars are valued a lot higher here, thus the opposite is also true. The value of our money is but a paltry bread's worth and even if I split it in crumbs, with the amount of people who approach me for help, it'll soon run dry, but I'm just a student who still rely on my parents financially. So I thought I'd share instead, but that quickly got out of hand. I post one thing and get multiple asks by the HOUR. I already had to apologize for struggling to meet demands before and I only had 3 or 6 rare to come-by short Asks about art. Now I have a hundred and counting I have to check personally. I didn't want to admit it, but I've also long been overwhelmed. I just didn't feel like I had the right to say so. I still don't. But the truth is, anyone can say they're verified too, which is terrible because not only will I be partially responsible for my followers who got scammed by bots or scumbags who take advantage of those at war with fake fundraisers, but even worse is that the help and money may not even reach those who actually need it. I thought I would be fine the first time. I don't really like posting too much about our depressing reality or watching news in general because my account was supposed to be a "safe SPACE" and a "nice little BUBBLE" for us to be happy and escape for awhile, so I didn't think much about reblogging it at first. I only wanted to help. But it just kept going and I got swept away. There's so many of them, but there's only one of me and I've been spiraling lately. So for now, I will no longer take any Asks about this subject (which I always avoid mentioning directly because the algorithm has it out for putting you guys down and I wanted you all to make it so I didn't tag those reblogs as such). I'll still take Asks provided they're related to my actual content and of course I'll still support raising awareness for Pal est ine, yet I also get it if this may appear selfish to some of you. I tried. I really did. But if you'd rather ignore, unfollow, or block me for this decision, I understand. I'm just sorry it had to come to this and that I wasn't strong enough to help more. -Bubs.

[asfdhgsdkjhgb]

god is swuarshing me beneath his thumb like i am an aphid or perhaps a clover mite. yeah. its slow and painful and im small. and also meek

[potatoesandsunshine]

baldur's gate (the city) is so wild because multiple characters will tell you how bad everything is all the time and how this city rots people's souls and nobody believes in discounts or whatever but at the same time you know these residents are never gonna leave baldur's gate, the greatest city in the world

[penisbilt]

the bittersweet but absolute flood of relief that comes from admitting defeat at living independently, to have to move back in with parents. we tried! we gave it our best shot for almost 3 years! but living like this (being on our own) is just not possible for us at this time of our lives. we've finally proved it to ourselves that we can't do it. it'll be okay to let ourselves rest now

[gayhotpriests]

after rewatching the episode (my stream kept breaking and i missed the last chimney scene), i don't really see it as chimney straight up forgiving his dad. i know, it looks like that, and they're making an effort to convince us that that's the way it's gonna go. but i feel it's very... open-ended?

first of all- yes, it would have been infinitely better if mr. han was the one to say all that. but they're not there yet, and that's sort of how moms are?? it looks very in character for them to have myung speak in his behalf, since all communication since chim was very young had been through her, if you remember, back in chimney begins, she was the one reaching out and sending updates on albert.

second of all... if his father truly is as ashamed and prideful as she says, there is no way he would have been the one to reach out first. this man (and i'm not being like, an apologyst of his actions) has spent decades not talking to his son because of- allegedly- feeling like a failure of a father. and if any of you know just a bit of korean culture (like, come on, have you ever watched a k-drama?), men are as emotionally constipated as they are everywhere else. and anyway, to him it probably feels like he already took the first step- he went all the way to america, so now it was up to chimney.

chimney was allowed to take that or leave that. albert was a bit ooc in this (though we don't know what's been happening in the year he spent in korea, maybe he got his own reconciliation?) and pushing a bit too far- but he's also a younger brother, with very idealistic views on his family (remember when he first showed up on chim's doorstep? yeah), and waaay less trauma than chimney. or at least of a different kind. he just wants everyone to get along! and still, his meddling wasn't the thing to get chimney to consider taking the chance. it was myung.

now. we know chimney han is many things, but he is not prideful. he will be the first one to admit he's made a mistake, unless he's in way too deep in his head (as seen in s1 with tatiana, before all of his character development), so to be called out like that? he probably just thought... well, myung was kinda right, he was being a bit prideful and closed off- not that he didn't have the right to.

inviting his dad to stay a few more days doesn't mean he's forgiven him for everything. it's a bit like buck asking his parents to join him on therapy in s4, he's opening the door to his dad to prove himself. yes, he's also opening himself to more dissapointment, and it's a very risky move, because he has absolutely no reason to trust him. but you saw that man's face when his long lost son gave him a chance?? that didn't look like a father not repentant of his past actions. he looks just as hesitant as chim is, looking back and forth from myung to chim, surprised that chimney is even willing to let him in. he absolutely knows that what he did to chim was wrong. he probably thinks that he doesn't deserve to be forgiven, just like we all do.

i think, the fandom is right in that not every bad parent has to be forgiven. but family dynamics are more complex than a tv show, a procedural drama, can even begin to express. and i know how importat it would be that they showed this on screen. but this is a show about healing, come on! they're not going to give up on this. chimney said today that there is nothing he wouldn't do to see jeeyun happy- and that probably includes fixing his relationship with his dad.

i don't think chimney's fully forgiven him, but maybe, getting them to a place where they might be able to talk things out is the first step to healing for him. maybe it will work out, maybe it won't, we already went through this with the diaz parents, and look at us now! we don't know what the writers have in store regarding this storyline, and i'm not about to get my hopes up about it because this is an ensemble show, they don't have time to show every detail about every healing journey. but who know! maybe we'll be surprised.

just like the lyrics right after that scene said, it's time to "let the healing start".

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Silly drunk dialogue

Can also be under the influence of other stuff.

"Oh, look at the stars! Ursa Major… so beautiful!" "We're inside. Those are just ceiling lights."

"Please don't leave me!" "I'm just going to the toilette." "Can I come with you?"

"My arm is floppy. I'm like a puppet."

"Can you be my girlfriend?" "I already am." "Oh, lucky me!"

"Let’s go play baseball!" "Your shoulder is dislocated, maybe not right now."

"You look almost as pretty as this moon." "That's a street lamp." "And you're almost as pretty."

"Have you ever thought about penguins? I think we should think more about penguins."

"You have a stupid face and it's my favourite one to stare at."

"I will definitely remember this tomorrow! How could I ever forget?" *doesn't remember anything in the morning*

"Oh, I think we haven't met before." "We have been in a relationship for five years now."

"You should go, otherwise I'm doing something stupid. Like kissing you or falling asleep on the bathroom floor."

"Let's get you home." "Oh, mine or yours?" "Ours." "Oh, wow!"

"I'm totally, absolutely, not at all drunk at all. Like... at all."

"Why are you all laughing? That is not very nice. I haven't even told my joke yet."

"How many drinks did you have?" "Yes, yes I am."

"You are too beautiful for me." *starts crying*

"Why are you undressing?" "Because it's hot! And I'm hot!"

*starts singing a remix of all their favourite songs*

*then starts crying, because their own voice is too beautiful*

[lovie-bugzz]

train ride ┊fred weasley

pairing - bsf!fred x f!reader (first person pov)

summary - The train compartment had gotten a bit crowded on the way to Hogwarts, so your best friend Fred offered for you to sit in his lap. However, throughout the ride you just couldn't seem to get comfortable...

contains - smut, dom!Fred, swearing, fingering, orgasm denial, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), teasing, hair pulling, rough sex, cum swallowing

word count - 4834

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The twins and I were laughing about something stupid that George had said as the train left the station. I lightly hit the boy in the arm, "Shut up!" I say between laughter.

After we had calmed down, Fred spoke up, "Let's go meet up with Lee and the girls." He said, referring to Alicia and Angelina. The six of us had been a tight knit group since first year, and it now being our sixth year, it was safe to say that we were all extremely close.

George and I agreed, and so the three of us began our trek down the aisles of the train, looking into each of the compartments. Once we found them, we squeezed into the small room, greeting one another.

As the three of us sat down, it began to be a tad bit cramped, with Lee and Alicia taking up the whole of one side, Fred and I had to squeeze in beside Angelina and George.

I pushed past how uncomfortable I was as Lee started a conversation, asking, "Do any of you have a clue as to what's happening at Hogwarts this year?"

"No! Mum's been going ballistic and nobody will tell us what's going on." George told them, Fred nodding along, "Yeah, it's like all the adults are keeping this giant secret."

The topic continued for about twenty minutes, everyone butting in with their own theories as the what was happening. I couldn't really pay attention as I was severely uncomfortable, being pressed in between Fred's shoulder and the window, my arms were pretty much completely constricted.

Fred glanced over at me, with a crease in his brow, noticing how squashed and uncomfortable I was, he leant down slightly to speak to me, "You alright, love?"

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine, it's just a bit cramped in here." I told him, brushing it off. The boy chuckled lightly, shaking his head, before suddenly he pulled me up by my waist, and placed me in his lap.

I was a bit surprised at first, my eyes going wide for a split second until I let out a small sigh of relief at now finally being able to move my arms. I turned back slightly with a light chuckle and gave him a thankful nod, to which he returned with a cheeky smile.

For a while, everything was fine, I was comfortable and laughing along with the lively conversations in the compartment. But that stopped when I started to squirm a bit, causing Fred to still, letting out a quiet groan, which I didn't quite catch.

I stopped after a moment, finding a comfortable stop on his lap, making the boy let out an inaudible sigh of relief. His attention was brought back to the conversation for a mere minute before I started moving my hips again, finding my spot atop him to be growing more and more uncomfortable the longer I sat here.

One movement I made in particular had my ass digging right into his now hardening bulge. He harshly grabbed my hips, halting my movements which made me jump a bit at the sudden contact.

The boy leaned forward towards my ear, whispering lightly so the others wouldn't hear, "love, if you don't stop that, we're going to have an issue..." He said, his voice had a sudden rasp to it. The unfamiliar tone sent a shiver down my spine, my eyes widening as I realized what I had been doing, and a deep red blush settled on my cheeks.

I was glad the others weren't paying attention to us, they were too encapsulated by their own conversations.

It was an innocent mistake, I was only trying to get comfortable, forgetting that I was literally sitting on top of Fred's dick and squirming around. I turned back slightly, to look at him, as I whispered back, "Do you want me to move?" I asked, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

He rose a brow at me, a smirk on his face, "You moving is the problem, love." He joked, making me roll my eyes at him, the blush on my cheeks deepening further. He spoke again, this time with a more serious note, "I just need you to stop fidgeting so much, okay?"

He moved one of his hands from my waist to my thigh, his hand casually resting on my inner thigh, his touch causing my skin to tingle. I turned back around, "Fine..." I spoke, innocently looking out the window, making sure I didn't move anymore.

I watched the trees and landscape fly past us, but I couldn't keep the thoughts out of my head. Of what would happen if I did move again. It was definitely tempting, I bit my lip as dirty thoughts made their way into my head. But I shook them away just as quickly as they came. What was I doing? Fred is my best friend, I can't be thinking about him like this.

But on the other hand, it was tempting. So, after about another minute or two of contemplation in my head, I decided to test the waters.

Pretending like I had forgotten our prior conversation, I just slightly moved my hips against his. The boy let out a cough, as if clearing his throat, but I knew better. I stifled my smirk, before moving again, this time the tiniest bit harder. He sucked in a breath, glaring at the back of my head.

He knew exactly what I was doing, but he couldn't do anything, no matter how badly he wanted to, not with his brother and friends in the same compartment. So, he subtlety pinched my waist, as a warning, which sort of backfired on him as it only made me squirm more, my ass hitting exactly the right spot to rile him up.

I could feel it, the effect I had on him, how could I not? It was digging into my ass. The boy grit his teeth, leaning up a bit to whisper to me, "You're playing a dangerous game, love..." He spoke lowly, but I only shrugged, feigning innocence, my hips moving hard against him, making him groan as I turned to give him a smug smile, "I don't know what you're on about." I say simply, turning back around and making sure my movements stayed completely still.

Fred chuckled lowly, throwing his head back against the seat, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip. He was clearly frustrated that I stopped, and I couldn't help but smirk in satisfaction.

About five minutes had gone by, I was so busy basking in glory that I almost missed how Fred gripped my hips and stood us up.

"We're going to go find the trolley. Do any of you want anything?" Fred spoke, asking the others. I was confused by this, but didn't make any move to protest as I was too focused on how hard the boy behind me was grabbing my hips.

Everyone shared a glance before Lee spoke, "No, we're good."

Fred nodded before moving us forward and pushing us out of the compartment and letting the door slide closed behind us. He loosened his tight grip on my hips, but kept them resting there as he pushed me forward to walk down the corridor.

I had no doubt in my mind that he was keeping me so close in front of him to hide his boner. I let a smug smile wash over my face at the situation, but it was quickly washed off my face as my arm was suddenly being tugged into the bathroom. I gasped as Fred pulled us into the small room, slamming the door shut, locking it and then proceeding to push me flush against it.

I stared up at him with wide eyes as he towered over me, the dark look in his eyes making me squirm against the door. He rested his arms on either side of me, effectively trapping me in place between him and the door. He leaned in close, his nose almost touching mine, his eyes roaming hungrily over my face.

"You didn't think you were actually gonna get away with that did you?" The boy asked. "You think you're so clever, don't you? Playing with fire like that, teasing me in the train compartment with our friends around."

I couldn't answer, my words failing on me as my mouth opened and closed like a blubbering fish.

Fred smirked at my reaction to his intense gaze. He pressed his body more firmly against mine, leaving me no escape. His hands moved from the door to my hips, keeping me in place, his grip tight enough to leave slight indents on my skin from his long fingers. He rose a taunting brow at me, "Cat got your tongue, love? You were quite the little minx a few minutes ago. What happened?"

I was in such a state of shock, not knowing what to say, my cheeks were burning. As soon as he had pulled me into the bathroom all of my confidence went down the drain. The way he was looking down at me hungrily, his lust filled eyes staring into my soul, it made my knees weak.

Fred chuckled low in his throat, noticing the effect he was having on me. His smirk turned into a sly grin, his eyes drinking in the sight of my flushed cheeks and the way my body was practically trembling against his.

"Not so cocky now, are you? Just a few minutes ago you were teasing me to no end, knowing exactly what it would do to me. But now..." He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above my ear, his voice dropping to a low, sultry whisper. "Now you're trembling beneath my touch, and it's driving me mad."

His hot breath fanning over my ear made me let out a shaky breath, I turned my head slightly to look at him. "Fred..." I breathed out, my eyes flickering down to his lips as I bit down on my own. The air in this small bathroom was thick, I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Fred's eyes darkened as he watched my gaze linger on his lips. His gaze zeroed in on my biting down on my own lip, a sight so tempting that it took all his self-control to not attack my mouth in that very moment. He chuckled softly, the sound rough and filled with desire.

"Say my name again." He commanded, his voice a low, gravelly whisper, as he moved his face closer to mine, his breath mingling with mine in the cramped space between us. He smirked, loving the effect he was having on me. He thrived off of it.

I did as he said, breathing out his name once more, "Fred..." I was getting desperate, I needed him to do something.

Fred's eyes darkened with desire as he heard me say his name again, the tone of my voice making his self-control waver even more. He smiled slightly, enjoying the power he held over me in this moment. He knew I wanted him to do something, but he wasn't going to give in that easily. He loved having me at his mercy, the look of want in my eyes making him feel powerful, and making him want me even more.

"You want something, love?" He asked, his voice low and seductive, as he took a piece of my hair and delicately placed it behind my ear.

I nodded, "Mhm." I hummed out, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. My desire for him was clouding my head.

Fred smirked down at me, the look in my eyes fueling his arrogance and ego. He slowly moved a hand from my waist to my chin, his fingers gently gripping it and tilting it up slightly, forcing me to maintain eye contact with him.

"Use your words, love. Tell me what you want, and maybe I'll give it to you." He teased.

"I want..." I trail off, my voice failing on me. I cleared my throat, looking up at him, "I want you to kiss me."

Fred was consumed by desire and need, the moment I uttered those words he couldn't hold back anymore. He practically lunged at me, capturing my lips in a rough and needy kiss, full of pent-up passion and desperation. My arms went to circle around his neck, but before I could, he quickly took hold of my wrists, pinning them above me with one hand, holding them firmly against the door.

I let out a gasp at the action, which he took full advantage of by plunging his tongue into my mouth, exploring every inch of it, tasting me, claiming me as his own. His free hand wandered down my body, tracing every curve and contour, making me moan around his tongue.

Fred swallowed my moan, the sound only adding to his hunger and desire. He was intoxicated by me, my gasps and sighs fueling his need to have all of me. He continued to explore my body with his hand, each touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

He broke the kiss, panting slightly, only to attack my neck with his lips and tongue, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive flesh, determined to leave his mark on me.

"Oh, fuck..." I whined as I felt him bite down on my neck, turning my head slightly to give him better access. My arms squirming in his tight hold.

Fred continued his assault on my neck, he released a low growl, his hold on my wrists tightening as he felt me squirm beneath him, clearly enjoying my reaction to his touch. He nipped and sucked, leaving behind a trail of red marks on my neck.

I shivered as he blew cold air over the tender skin, before speaking into my neck, "You're so sensitive."

I couldn't respond, too caught up in the pleasure, but my eyes suddenly widened as I felt his fingers start playing with the waistband of my pants, running against the skin of my lower stomach. I bit my lip in anticipation, and I could feel Fred smirking against my neck when he noticed.

His fingers continued to toy with the waistband of my pants, occasionally slipping beneath it, teasing the sensitive flesh of my stomach, but not going any further than my panty line. I squirmed in his hold, getting impatient.

He broke away from my neck for a moment to look down at me, and the look in his eyes was pure desire and hunger. "You're so pretty like this, love." He whispered, his voice rough with need.

I continued to squirm in his hold, the way he was still holding my arms against the door was maddening. "Please, Fred... Touch me, please." I whined, desperately.

Fred only chuckled evilly, "Why should I, love? You been teasing me all day, testing my patience." He taunted, his fingers continued to toy with the waistband of my pants, occasionally dipping below the fabric, only to slide back out again, teasing me.

"I'm sorry... I won't tease you anymore, just please. I need it." I pleaded, pushing my hips closer to him. The way his fingers were brushing just above where I needed him was making me even more desperate with desire.

His hand moved from my waistband to my hip, gripping it tightly and forcing me back onto the door. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above mine, his words a hot whisper against my mouth. "You're a needy little thing, aren't you? Begging for me like this."

I let out a whimper, nodding at his words as my head rolled against the door. "What do you want, love? Tell me what you need. I want to hear you say it." He said, his voice low and sultry.

"Your fingers. I need them inside of me." I answered, making him chuckle from my blunt response.

"Is that so, hm?" He murmured, his hand trailing away from my hip and moving between my legs to rub me through my pants. I whined at the sensation, finally getting some friction. "You want my fingers, do you? You want me to make you feel good, make you cum?"

I couldn't help but moan from his words, that combined with how he was touching me sent heat over my body. I nodded again, "Yes, please."

"That's a good girl, using your words and asking nicely. I like that." He teased, his fingers moving up to unbutton my pants, pulling them slowly, exposing more of my skin. He began trailing his fingers over the top of my panties, his touch was light and teasing.

He leaned in closer, his lips grazing my ear, as he whispered, "Are you wet for me, love?"

I shivered, nodding my head, "So wet, just for you, Fred." I told him, my arms squirming in his hold once more, I wanted to touch him so badly.

He chuckled darkly at my unsuccessful attempts to break free of his grip, he only tightened his hold on my wrists. He could feel how much I wanted to touch him, but he wasn't done making me a needy mess just yet.

"Is that so?" He whispered, his voice thick with desire, as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric of my panties, gently touching my bare skin, feeling just how aroused I was.

My breathing stuttered as his fingers trailed over my wetness, spreading it over my throbbing clit, causing me to moan loudly. Fred smirked in satisfaction at the sound of my moans, he loved how I was reacting to his touch, how he was reducing me to a moaning mess with just his fingers.

"Shhh, love. You're being too loud. You don't want anyone to hear us, do you? I don't think you want everyone to know just how needy you are for me, how desperate you are for my touch." He whispered, continuing to tease me, his fingers rubbing and circling over my bundle of nerves.

I nodded, biting my lip to stop myself from being too loud, but that went down the drain as I felt him slip two fingers inside of me. I practically screamed at the force with which they entered me. "Fuck!"

Fred chuckled as my reaction to his fingers entering me, it was louder than he initially thought, he quickly dropped his hold from my wrists and moved his hand to cover my mouth, effectively muffling my scream into a mewl.

"Shhh, love. You really can't keep quiet, can you?" He teased, his voice thick as he continued pumping his fingers inside me at a fast pace.

I moaned against his hand, my own hands that were finally free gripping onto his wrist that was moving inside of me. My eyes rolling back in my head as I felt him add a third finger, stretching me out.

"Oh, fuck, love. You're fucking swallowing my fingers." Fred groaned out, curling his fingers inside me, hitting that perfect spot that had that familiar coil in my stomach forming.

I was so close, and I knew he could tell by the way I was clenching around his digits. My breathing was coming out ragged, I was panting against his hand as he continued to hit my g-spot over and over again. My orgasm was right there, I was tipping over the edge until suddenly, Fred took his fingers out of me.

I let out a squeal in protest against his hand, but Fred only chuckled at me, as he dropped his hand from my mouth, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Why... Why did you stop?" I panted out, watching as he placed his three fingers that were dripping in my slick in his mouth, sucking me off of them.

He hummed around his fingers, pulling them out of his mouth with a pop, I stared at him in shock as he responded, "Oh, now, love. You didn't think I was going to let you finish just like that, did you? Not after how naughty you've been all day." He teased, a smirk on his lips.

I let out a huff, throwing my head back against the door, frustrated from being denied my release. But my ears perked up as I heard him undoing his belt, making me look back at him.

"Patience, love." He said, undoing his belt and quickly unzipping his pants. "Good things come to those who wait, remember?" He taunted me, slowly letting his pants fall to the ground, and stepping out of them, leaving him in his boxers.

I stared down at the obvious tent, the one that I had created, I bit my lip watching as he paced towards me, pulling me toward him and kissing me hard.

The kiss was more rough and needy than our previous one, we were breathing heavily into it, devouring each other. My hands trailed into his hair, as his trailed down and squeezed my ass, and I moaned as I felt his hard on press against my lower stomach.

In one swift movement he broke the kiss, turning me around and bending me over the sink. He ran his hands over my back, before harshly pulling my underwear down my legs. His hands ran possessively over my hips.

I looked over my shoulder at him, watching as he pushed his boxers down, freeing his length, my eyes widened at the size. "Shit..." I muttered out.

Fred smirked at my reaction, "See something you like, love?" He teased, making my eyes snap up to meet his gaze.

"You're... So big." I spoke, almost cringing at myself, but I couldn't help it. Fred chuckled at my bluntness, he loved how I was so honest and open with my words, not like most girls he'd been with.

"Don't worry, love. I'll make you feel good." He reassured me as his hands stroked my thighs, moving up and down my skin in a soothing motion.

I bit my lip, nodding my head, the way he could be so rough with me one second, and the next be so comforting was making my head dizzy.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He murmured as his hands slowly moved higher up my thighs, nearing my bare core. I shivered at his words, his touch making me more needy.

He bent down slightly, placing a kiss on my hip before he went back up, spreading my legs a bit more and started lining himself up with my entrance, running his dick through my wet folds, making me whine.

"You ready?" He asked, to which I nodded, but that seemed to not be good enough because Fred gripped my hip tightly, "No. I need a yes." He growled, as I let out a shaky breath.

"Yes..." I responded, making him smirk.

"Good girl." He praised, before slamming into me, instantly bottoming out, making me scream out his name, "Fuck, Fred!"

My hands gripped tightly onto the edges of the sink, the boy behind me panted heavily as he began to relentlessly pound into me, "Oh, fuck. So fucking tight, love." He spoke, his words adding to the amount of pleasure I was in.

The sound of our skin slapping together, our heavy breathing and moans filled the small bathroom, if anyone walked passed the door they would have no doubt about what was going on in here. "Feel good, love?" Fred questioned, but I could only moan in response.

Fred growled at this, his hand roughly latched onto my hair, pulling me flush against his chest, speaking lowly in my ear, "Huh? I asked you a question."

"Yes! Yes, feels so- Fuck- So good!" I stuttered out, my eyes rolling in the back of my head. The way he pulled on my hair was intoxicating, it was painful, but the pleasure it gave me completely overpowered it.

His free hand trailed up the front of my shirt, pushing it up over my bra, before pushing that up as well. He squeezed my boob in his hand, lightly pinching my nipple, making me whimper.

"Yeah? You like how I fuck you, don't you? You're taking me so well." He praised, his hips stuttering a bit, so he took his hand away from my boob, pulling out for a moment to grab my thigh and rest it atop the edge of the sink.

After he readjusted me, he pushed my back down again, still keeping his strong grip in my hair, before thrusting back into me. "Yes!" I moaned out, the new angle allowing him to hit my g-spot, and his balls to slap my clit repeatedly.

I knew if he kept up this pace I wasn't gonna last much longer, plus I was still a bit sensitive from him denying me my orgasm before. "Fuck, this pussy is all mine." He groaned, his voice hoarse.

"Yes! Oh, fuck it's yours! All yours!" I said in between moans. I was a mess, beginning to clench tightly around him as I felt myself nearing release.

Fred moaned as he felt me squeezing him, "You close, love? Gonna cum?" He taunted, picking up his pace, which I wasn't sure was even possible.

"Yes! So close." I said, my voice cracking.

"Cum then, cum all over my cock." Fred commanded. It didn't take long after his words for my release to wash over me, my eyes rolled back as I let out a guttural moan, my legs shaking as he continued to pound into me, letting me ride out my high.

I felt Fred twitch inside of me before he spoke, "Shit, shit..." He moaned, swiftly pulling out of me, "On your knees." He demanded, his voice low and authoritative. I instantly complied, moving off the sink and getting on my knees in front of him, "Open your mouth for me, love." He said, prompting me to listen, I opened wide, staring up at him as he jerked off above me.

He groaned at the sight of me below him, throwing his head back, as he hovered his tip over my tongue, "You look so good down there." He said, before letting out a guttural moan, and releasing in my mouth.

I moaned as his cum shot out onto my tongue, the salty taste making me hum in pleasure. "Fuck..." He trailed off, his hand slowing on himself as he milked himself dry.

I closed my mouth, swallowing his seed, making him stare down at me darkly, before harshly pulling me up to my feet. "Such a good girl for me." He praised once more, holding my cheek in his hand before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.

As he pulled away, he gave me a loving look, "Was that okay, love? I didn't go to hard did I?" He asked, making my heart melt. "No, that was... Perfect." I told him, it still baffled me how he could be so rough and dominant and then switch to being so caring and comforting.

He chuckled, "Good." He said, moving away from me to pull his boxers back up and put his pants on. As he did I adjusted my bra and pulled my shirt down, before bending down as well to put my own pants on, but I stopped short when I felt the sudden pain in my legs, making me wobble a bit.

"Woah." Fred spoke, going forward and grabbing my waist to steady me, "You alright?"

"Yeah... My legs just hurt a bit." I told him. Fred smirked at that, making me shoot him a glare, and lightly slap him on the chest. "Shut up."

He rose his hands in mock surrender, "I didn't say anything." I just shook my head at him, trying to bend down again, but he stopped me, "Let me help you."

I watched him as he bent down, slowly pulling up my underwear, then my pants, even buttoning them for me. I gave him a smile as he stood back up, and pecked my lips. "Thanks."

"For what? The sex, or helping you put your clothes back on?" He joked, making me roll my eyes. "Fred." I warned him, making him chuckle. "Okay, okay. I'll stop." He said, as he buckled his belt, while I adjusted my hair, trying to make it look like Fred's hands weren't just gripping and tugging on it a few minutes ago.

"Do you think they'll know?" I asked, making him look at me. He glanced down at my neck, specifically the hickeys that littered every inch of my skin. He stifled his smirk, "Considering the amount of hickeys I left on you... No, they'll have no clue." He said, sarcastically.

I groaned before we both looked at each other, and instantly broke out into laughter. This was definitely not how I thought this day would go when I woke up this morning, but I couldn't complain.

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[ddejavvu]

hiii! i was wondering if i could request a hotch x bau! reader where they’re dating and they vouch to keep their work life and love life separate but they’re both terrible at hiding how protective they are over eachother

"I'll stay here." Reid decides, already knee-deep in maps and colored pens, as if anyone thought he'd jump up and volunteer to interview the victim's family.

"Right." Aaron nods, "JJ and Prentiss are already on their way to the last crime scene."

"That leaves us to canvass the unsub's safe zone." Rossi glances between you, Aaron, and Morgan, "Y/N, come with me-"

"No." Aaron interjects, stoicism returning just as quickly as it had been abandoned.

"O-kay," Morgan glances at Hotch with a furrowed brow, misinterpreting Hotch's protests, "Y/N, come with me. They can talk about old white man stuff in the car, or whatever they're gonna do."

"No." Aaron repeats, just as unhelpful as the first time he'd said it.

You're squirming on your feet, now. He's not being subtle, even if he is being confusing. Derek and Rossi may not know why Aaron wants to keep you with him, but now they know that he does, and you're sure it won't take them long to discern why he doesn't want you gallivanting across a potential crime scene with anyone other than him.

"Right... So you take Y/N, then." Rossi says what Hotch won't, "That's okay, Morgan and I can talk about whatever's up your butt today while we're driving."

If it were anyone but Rossi, they'd have ended up with desk duty for eight weeks. But both men manage to escape sharing a snicker at Hotch's expense, and you follow dutifully after your boss as he leads you out to one of the SUVs in the parking lot.

You're waiting for the closing of his door to begin scolding him for his reckless, but he decides to make the situation ten times worse by beating you to the car and holding your door open for you. You're sure Rossi and Morgan are watching from their own SUV, and you're glad the windows are up so that you don't have to hear their jeering.

"Hotch," You speak through tightly clenched teeth, but you get in without protest, and you huff as you slam the seatbelt into its latch, which Aaron waits for before he closes your door.

"You're not subtle." You speak the second that his door shuts, "Aaron, did you forget all of our coworkers are profilers? They're going to figure us out if you don't stop giving us away like that!"

"I don't care if they figure us out." Aaron admits, hands on the wheel though his attention stays on you as he pointedly stays parked, "I don't feel comfortable letting you enter a potentially dangerous situation with anyone but me."

"Morgan wouldn't let anything happen to me," You bargain, "And neither would Rossi. Hell, you think a criminal's gonna try fighting Derek to get to me? No one's crazy enough to go up against those muscles."

"But they would be looking to take down the unsub first, and thinking of you second. I'm thinking of you first."

A thick silence hangs in the air after his words; perhaps he's realizing what he's just said- it's weight, its implications.

You put it into words, "That's not professional, Hotch. That's- that's not how a profiler is supposed to act."

"Well then I guess I'm not a very good profiler anymore." He concedes, sighing as he turns to face the road and begins driving, now minutes behind Rossi and Morgan, "Just stay with me, and let me protect you."

[notherpuppet]

I wrote the full parody to Ready For This in the Role Reversal AU because I wanted to lol.

Transcription below.

Ready For This (Role Reversal AU parody)

Alastor: Have you ever wanted something
That was so clear in your mind that you could taste it?

Susan: You mean like ice cream you get for a friend?

Alastor: Ha! No.
It's a feeling like a rumbling in your gut
That you could finally be faced with
A million greedy faces, I guess what I mean to say is

For the first time in my life
I might have to be ready for this
Ready to be the one who's leading from the front

Couldn’t do it on my own
And history has shown
Legends cannot win wars alone

The burden is a bit too heavy
So I need to be ready for this

Have you ever felt like you're willing to kill
To save the people on your own team?

Susan: I don’t know, seems a bit extreme…

Alastor: Not to me!
'Cause right now, we need a leader
And it seems to be that
Charlie is forcing me to be that
because she’s pissy

So who's with me?

Wouldn't it just be swell to see more of Hell?
Join up now if you like travel
Come on girls, prepare for battle!
Lotta sights to see en route to the hotel
Not to mention all of the glory!

Yes indeed, your enemies will cower

And heads will be severed!

Charlie: You’ll make a bunch of brand new friends!

Alastor: Whatever.

Exorcists: New friends!?
I'm in
Oh whoa
I’m so lonely

It's time now to act
They're on the attack
When they move to strike
Just know we’ve got your back!

We'll follow your lead
We're eager to see
everyone we meet
On the hellish retreat!

From this moment on, you can count us in
To be organized and disciplined

Our thirst for justice
keeps us strong, fierce, and brave
So I say, "Ho hey! Let’s join in his crusade!"

Alastor: Now thats the spirit! Can we amp it up?
Vaggie: Oh, don’t mind their hesitation, that’s just their new inclination


Alastor: But I can awaken their bloodlust!
Vaggie: Careful, kid. Don’t push your luck!

Alastor: Fair enough…

Alastor and Vaggie: We're super duper grateful
To have you gals aboard

Exorcists: We can’t wait to hug an overlord! (Alastor: Yeah, sure...)

Alastor: For the first time in my life
Maybe I can be ready for this
I can be the marshal leading the parade

I can come into my own
And I think I've always known
My destiny could never be postponed

When they come for the hotel

I’ll give em hell cuz I’m ready for this!

Vaggie: They're dancing along?
They're singing his song!?
Charlie: Surprised?
Why, I knew he could do it all along!

Charlie and Vaggie: He’s bound to be redeemed, the dream has a chance!
Though he seemed hopeless at first glance…

Charlie: He’s filled with potential that I could guide!
Vaggie: Fine, I’m in.

Charlie and Vaggie: Stick with him, he will surely see the light!

All: For the first time in our lives
We know that we are ready for this

Vaggie: We’ll show them we can forgive and forget!

All: It's time to lend a hand

Alastor: It is time to take a stand! (Exorcists: Woohoo!)
Against overlords and their deadly threat!

All: We can provide your support
The time has come to stop a war
Defend your home, we're ready for...
THIS!

Alastor: I really hope that they’re ready for this...

[sheeezu]

A realization - Let go

(TW: light mention of some heavy stuff; rant + personal trauma mention)

To shift, or to manifest, you need to leave behind everything. You need to leave behind all sentiments, all pressures and and all circumstances, on a multiversal level, nothing will care about your trauma, to shift you have to let yourself forget about it fully.

Personal rant, my experience with shifting:

I was depressed. I had messed up this reality to a point where it could not be fixed in the present, I had failed all exams, lied about the results, hoping everything be better, because I will be in my desired reality later that night.

If I had a day off, or if it was a weekend, I would get too relaxed, i would end up daydreaming about stuff that was irrelevant to my DR, and fall asleep, because i knew i was still in my CR, I would wake up back here.

If I did not have a day off, and had to attend college the next day, I would be so stressed out, the need to escape was the only thing on my mind. I would try, get stressed about time running out, worried that I'll wake back and what not.

(Disclaimer)

And due to this, when i eventually woke back, in the same, lonely and cold reality, the only thought that would arise in my mind was to fill the sink with water, and dive my face right into it.

The realization:

It did not matter what I felt, the same thoughts "no one is coming to save me" "it doesn't matter ill be in my DR tonight" "I want to go home", whether it was said in a positive or negative tone, it didn't matter, thinking stuff like this wouldn't work.

It's all just a human way to perceive things, we're suffering and we need to escape. While shifting isn't like any other human process.

Changing your entire reality is almost mechanical. Select a place, act like it, feel it, and leave and let go whatever was in the past. The constant victim feeling we all get, isn't helping us, the constant need to fear we're going to be back in the CR, is a function attached to the human body. We're consciousness, and whatever reality we want is created by our own focus onto it.

Our DRs, also needs our contribution, for us to give it attention, let us form it. thinking like a human, thinking you're "shifting" to a place, you're attempting to shift to that place, thinking you might reach it if you do X or Y, won't work, you know?

We're the creator, our hopeless situation is also created by us, and us being in our DRs, is also created by us.

[primaviva]

PUCK YOU PT. 2

featuring. hockey!ellie williams x fem!reader

synopsis. after winning the final game of the season, ellie wanted you to join her in celebrating in the locker room. but after being interrupted by joel, it seems she’s going to have to wait for her reward.

warnings. description of the female body, making out, public sex, fingering, semi-public humiliation, praise kink, cum play (?), and use of strap-on. read at your own discretion

PUCK YOU PT. 1 , PUCK YOU PT. 2 (currently reading)

"ellie, hurry up! the bus is outside, and our asses will leave you here to hitchhike if you don't come out in the next five minutes," joel's voice boomed, giving his last warning to your girlfriend.

you exchanged a knowing glance, the disappointment and longing apparent in your eyes. ellie growled in frustration as joel's voice interrupted your intense moment. of course, right when she was finally forgetting her problems, the problem came knocking on the door.

"shit," she muttered under her breath. ellie rested her forehead against yours as you both panted from being out of breath, the rhythm of your heartbeats gradually slowing, but the desire within you remaining unquenched.

"we're not done here," ellie whispered huskily, giving your ass a possessive squeeze.

louder so joel could hear, she called out, "yeah yeah, we're coming!" you tried not to laugh, but ellie giggled to herself, a sly smile on her face at the double meaning which caused you to roll your eyes.

ellie stayed true to her word as you definitely weren’t done just yet.

as you and ellie sat side by side in the back of the bus, a heavy cloud of annoyance hung over both of you. it surpassed the expected feelings of humiliation, quite present through the irritation seen by your girlfriends furrowed brows and plush pink lips slacking into a pathetic pout. a shiver ran down your spine, causing goosebumps to ripple across your body, as you keenly sensed the weight of ellie's wandering gaze. from the corner of your eye, you felt her penetrating stare, intense and fervent, as if she yearned to consume you whole, igniting a fire within that threatened to consume you.

ellie stared openly at you from across the aisle, her pale green eyes dark with barely restrained desire. her thighs were clenched tightly together as she shifted, still aching and throbbing from your earlier escapade.

she wandered brazenly over your body, noticing every curve and imagining all the things she wanted to do to you. ellie could still smell her arousal on your skin and it was driving her wild.

when she caught your eye again, ellie licked her lips slowly and deliberately, letting her tongue flick over the lower one sensually. she raised an eyebrow in challenge, as if daring you to do something about the tension between you right here. right now. on this bus.

ellie's hand dropped casually to her thigh, rubbing slow circles as she maintained intense eye contact. she wanted you desperately; in fact, she craved the feeling of being deep inside you with her strap just about now, making you scream. it was torture having to wait.

leaning back casually, ellie traced her tongue up the side of her neck in imitation of what she wished it was doing to you instead. her smoldering gaze said it all—you were hers, and she planned to show you thoroughly once you were finally alone.

"ellie, enough," you demanded, your eyes darting around the crowded bus.

it was filled with her teammates, a sea of familiar faces that also recognized you as ellie's girlfriend. the warmth of the bus pressed against your skin, beads of perspiration forming on your forehead as your heart raced.

it would be reckless, a daring act that would invite judgment and grant you disrespectful to do such a thing with everyone being a forced witness. maybe it wouldn’t be so bad—hold on.

what the hell is happening to you right now?

ellie chuckled low in her throat, thoroughly enjoying pushing your buttons so publicly. she lived for the thrill and challenge.

"aw come on baby, they don't mind,” ellie grinned wickedly at you across the aisle. "bet they'd all pay good money to see me fuck you right here."

she stretched leisurely in her seat, muscles rippling enticingly under her team varsity jacket and matching sweatpants. ellie knew exactly what she was doing to you.

leaning in close as if to whisper, she breathed hotly in your ear instead. "bet you'd love that too, wouldn't you? me taking you hard with everyone watching?"

ellie nipped your earlobe teasingly then pulled back with a smug grin. she loved asserting her dominance over you, even with an audience. it was a huge turn on.

"don't worry, i'll make it up to you later." ellie gave you a slow once-over, memorizing every inch. "you're all mine tonight. gonna make you feel so good."

your face flushed with an immediate heat, a telltale sign of the desire that surged through you. the vivid image of ellie taking complete command over your body, molding you to her will in any way she desired, burned itself into your mind. you were acutely aware that surrendering to her would grant you the intoxicating pleasure you yearned for so desperately, even if met stroking her annoyingly hot ego. the faint silhouette of onlookers—strange enough—added an extra layer of exhilaration; it blurred the boundaries between public and private. the growing, uncomfortable wetness against your panties were practically daring you to engage in the forbidden thrill.

"why wait ‘till later then?" you asked, a surge of newfound confidence sweeping over you. emboldened by whatever was taking hold of you over you, you gently took hold of ellie's hand and guided it towards your inner thigh.

your mouth instinctively watered as your gaze fixated on the sight of her arms. they were toned and muscular in all the right places. the prominent veins that coursed beneath the surface of her pale, freckled skin added an exquisite touch, like delicate rivers mapping the landscape of desire. the interplay between strength and vulnerability, power and delicacy, was a juxtaposition that left you captivated. it was a view that stirred a primal hunger within you, an unquenchable thirst for her salacious body.

ellie's eyes darkened with lust and possessiveness as you guided her hand between your thighs.

fuck, you looked so hot all sweaty and needy for her right there in public.

she bit back a groan, clenching her thighs together even harder now, threatening to leave a black-and-blue due the intense pressure at the damp heat she felt even through your clothes. every fiber of ellie's being roared with the urge to throw you down and take you, consequences be damned.

leaning in so her mouth was right at your ear, ellie growled in a voice smooth like velvet but as rough as leather. "you little tease. really want to put on a show for them, don't you baby?"

it’s too late to stop it.

her fingers pressed firmly against your core in slow, delicious circles. ellie sucked your earlobe between her teeth, nipping teasingly.

"god you're so wet for me already. bet they can see how turned on you are just from my touch just by looking back and catching your face all hot and bothered f’me." ellie chuckled, licking her lips once more and closing her eyes as if she can just imagine how delicious your slick folds would taste right about now.

she slid her hand under your waistband to stroke your slick folds bare. ellie held your gaze in a smug, challenging stare, daring you to make a sound.

"better be quiet now, beautiful. thought you didn’t wanna give the whole bus a show?" her fingers circled your clit in a maddeningly light manner.

her pointer finger teasingly ceased right above your vulva. unhurriedly, she traced a sluggish circle above your soppy panties and then put together another loop attached to the previous one only slightly above it.

she then similarly brought her finger straight down in such an instantaneous fashion it caused you to breathe in because of how susceptible your skin had become to your neediness. steadily she pulled her finger up towards your lower belly in a slanted line before hauling it and outlining an arc before rounding it into the previously traced tilted line.

8…

6…

fuck.

ellie was tracing her jersey number around your pussy.

your eyes dilated as you realized what was happening, and your cheeks flushed. ellie grinned mischievously as she noticed your mind connecting the dots to the patterns she was tracing on you. she took humor in seeing you finally realize.

she wasted no time in getting to work, and all you could manage was a slow nod in response. the moment her lips met yours, your breath hitched, and a barely restrained noise escaped your mouth. you desperately tried to conceal your reaction, but even the lightest of ellie's touches sent waves of ecstasy coursing through your body.

the enticing view in front of you was enough to drive you to the brink of madness. ellie, face-to-face with you, her stare fixed upon your figure at the very back of the bus, reaching out to open up your thigh with one hand while the other is tenderly caressing your pussy in spirals. her eyes locked with yours, peering into the profundities of your soul, as if undressing your innermost being. pale green boring into your very essence. her gaze said she owned you—body and mind. you were utterly at her mercy here in front of everyone.

ellie sneered as she watched you gnawing on your lip to hold back your sounds of pleasure. your toil for control merely served to worsen her own arousal.

"atta girl," she whispered huskily, still rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your aching clit. "be a good girl and stay quiet for me."

her fingers moved in the barest flick against your entrance, teasing but not yet penetrating. ellie grinned cruelly as your hips jerked slightly in desperation for more.

"eager, aren't you? so fucking wet for me already." she mashed her thumb firmly to your swollen nub, rubbing tight circles in time with her grinding hips.

ellie was painfully turned on herself but concentrated solely on your pleasure. she lived to please you, after all—to reduce her number one fan to a quivering mess desperate for release.

"that's it, baby, don't hold back," she breathed in your ear. "come all over my hand like a good girl." ellie coaxed you closer to the edge with practiced skill.

before you could utter a single word in response, a fog of bliss descended upon your mind, rendering it momentarily vacant. every thought scattered into fragments, like letters adrift in a sea of confusion, as your focus narrowed to the beguile expression on ellie's face.

"shit, ellie," you managed to mutter through clenched teeth, the intensity of the moment bringing about your voice to tremble. instinctively, your hand scrambled to your mouth, as if attempting to contain the overwhelming sensations that threatened to consume you. your body, bewitched by her presence, seemed to surrender all control, immobilized under the weight of desire that ellie effortlessly commanded.

ellie growled low in her throat at the sight of you coming undone under her touch. your eyes rolled back as waves of pleasure crashed through you, hand clamped over your mouth to muffle your cries.

"fuck yeah, that's it," she whispered, still working you through your orgasm. ellie loved seeing the control and confidence drain from your face as you came apart for her.

her fingers were soaked from your cum but ellie didn't slow her movements, drawing out your orgasm. she stared into your eyes possessively, as if daring anyone who could've been watching you two to look away. this was her moment to claim you as her girlfriend. again.

as your tremors subsided, ellie slowly pulled out her hand, sucking your sweet release from her fingers one by one with a satisfied smirk. the noises you made only served to renew her throbbing wetness.

leaning in to kiss behind your ear, ellie growled, "you're all mine tonight, remember that. i'm going to wreck that body, baby." she gave your thigh a grim squeeze and sat back with a self-satisfied grin.

ellie had thoroughly staked her claim once more. now the waiting game began until she could finally get you alone and continue unraveling you completely under her devoted touch.

ellie knelt, as though retrieving something to allay suspicions about her next move. her hand slid from your clothed body and dipped inside your pants, right in front of you. she put forward two fingers, scooped a helping of your cum, and raised it to her lips. as her eyes locked with yours, ellie maintained an unbroken gaze. with deliberate provocativeness, she teased you, her finger descending slowly toward her parted lips.the air seemed to get heavier as her finger finally found its destination, delicately entering the warmth of her mouth. in an act of seductive allure, she sucked on her finger, teasingly drawing it in and out whilst mockingly bobbing her head—a gesture to foreshadow how she will have you later.

she stared you down intently as she gradually sucked her glistening fingers into her mouth one by one, tongue curling around them teasingly. she made a buzzing sound low in her throat in imitative pleasure, as if already anticipating tasting you on her lips again.

the throbbing between her legs intensified at the sight of you. ellie lived to unravel you and test your limits. she grinned wickedly at the flush creeping up your neck, eyes darkening with fresh desire.

"you taste so fucking good," she whispered huskily once her fingers were pristine. ellie let her tongue flick out to pilfer them again languidly. "bet you can't wait to have my tongue on that sweet cunt, huh gorgeous?"

leaning in as if to kiss you, ellie instead bit your earlobe sharply. "be a good girl and think of me for the rest of the drive. and i'll be thinking of fucking that tight pussy all. night. long."

ellie held your look in a smug, challenging stare, letting you drink in every detail of the erotic sight in your mind. she knew your imagination would run wild for what was to come.

you had been trekking with ellie for hours, making an effort to maintain a sense of normalcy as you stepped off the bus and entered the hotel. it had become routine to dwell in paid accommodations provided by the team, given the distance from home. the atmosphere between you and ellie was nonetheless thick with tension as you silently navigated through the hotel, rode the elevator, and arrived at the door of your room.

once inside, something shifted in ellie's demeanor. it was as if she had set her sights on a new goal—one that had nothing to do with hockey, but rather a more personal and provocative agenda. with nervous anticipation, you watched as she jingled the keys allotted to her by the hotel staff, her intentions clear. every jangle of the keys exacerbated your unease as you eagerly awaited the instant she unlocked the door.

ellie's blood boiled with wanton desire as she finally unlocked the door to your hotel room, the hours of anticipation stoking her arousal to a fever pitch.

the moment you were behind closed doors, she shoved your back against the wall, crashing her mouth to yours in a punishing kiss. ellie's tongue plunged between your lips dominantly, tasting you deeply as her hands gripped your waist.

she ground her aching wetness roughly against your core, swallowing your throaty moans. "think you got an idea how long i've been dying to get you alone," ellie growled against your lips.

without warning, ellie hoisted your legs around her waist, calloused hands gripping your ass firmly. she carried you effortlessly to the bed and dropped you onto it with a predatory grin.

ellie made quick work of stripping off your clothes, leaving hot open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest. her hands roamed your exposed skin hungrily, as if imprinting every inch to memory. ellie's eyes drank you in like you were her last meal and she was a woman starved.

"you're so fucking perfect," she praised, voice low and warm.

she dove between your thighs, tongue stroking your slick folds in deep, expert sweeps. ellie feasted on your taste with a reverent groan.

the rush of pleasure hits so unexpectedly that you nearly scream. it attacked you unexpectedly and harshly, like a speeding vehicle showing no signs of stopping. she shifted quickly, almost leaving you to question if she had even checked to make sure the door was locked.

“e-ellie…” you drew breath, laboriously.

ellie hummed approvingly against your dripping cunt at your wanton cries of her name. fuck, she loved reducing you to a writhing little thing.

she gentled her strokes momentarily to press wet kisses along your inner thighs. "i told you i was going to wreck that body, didn't i?" ellie snarled, nipping the sensitive skin teasingly.

without warning, she delved her tongue inside your gummy walls, fucking you with it deeply. ellie's eyes rolled back at the taste of your arousal blanketing her taste buds.

"so sweet," she praised, voice hoarse while mouthing over your throbbing clit in time with her fingers pumping into your sopping pussy.

ellie was achingly wet and leaking pre-cum heavily into her boxers from the entrance of her vagina, but you're her sole priority for now. she curled her fingers expertly inside you, massaging your front wall in blissful pumps.

"cum on my tongue, baby. i wanna down every drop." ellie redoubled her efforts, determined to push you over the edge again and again until you were spent and sated beneath her mouth.

you didn't want it to come to an end given that every detail felt just right. this is exactly how you intended to be: in this position, getting ravished and ellie craving before you. subconsciously, you got underway greedily chasing your high with full vigor and bucking your hips against her face.

ellie yelped approvingly against your dripping heat as your hips began grinding toward her waiting mouth on their own accord. she adored your utter lack of restraint and inhibition when she worked you over like this.

"yeah baby, fuck my face," ellie encouraged, slipping her fingers now knuckle-deep inside your clenching pussy. she sucked your swollen clit between her lips, flicking it rapidly with the tip of her tongue.

her free hand gripped your ass tightly, helping you maintain a punishing rhythm against her eager mouth. you felt ellie subconsciously begin to lunge her hips against your sprawled open leg, plainly dry-humping you to circulate her own high. it brought in you let out an adorable whine to her ears, catching sight of her getting so worked up and horny to the point of cumming without even touching her, but just by seeing your fucked-out face alone.

she curled her fingers expertly inside you, rubbing your front wall in blissful strokes timed to the flick of her tongue. ellie could feel your walls starting to flutter around her digits.

"come on (y/n), drench me. i want to taste every drop," ellie practically snarled against your dripping cunt. she doubled her efforts hungrily, determined to send you screaming over the edge again and again until you were spent.

her words acted as the catalyst and your body relinquished control, unable to resist the intoxicating sensations. all you could do was gaze down at ellie, witnessing her countenance transform, as her face became adorned with your cum—eyes bright as opaque white gushes dripped from her nose all the way down to her puffy wet lips.

ellie greedily lapped up every drop of your release, humming in satisfaction against your quivering flesh. she treasured the flavor of you on her tongue.

she mounted off of you as the weight on the mattress shifted. her hair had fallen to the front of her face and a naughty smile was subtle but apparent. she walked off to the corner of the bed where her backpack lay on the floor. ellie bent down and you heard the soft tip of the zipper opening, followed by the shuffling of items inside. your head lazily motioned to the side as your eyelids felt heavy. after a moment, you heard another sound; a low laugh came from her lips.

as your tremors slowed and you opened your eyes, spotting ellie through half-lidded lashes as she pressed tender kisses along your inner thighs to your exposed clit, stomach, and breasts, worshiping your heated skin. "you're so fucking perfect," ellie whispered hoarsely. she nuzzled into your neck, plastic length smacking against your thigh impatiently.

your jaw went slack, hanging open in sheer disbelief. there it was, right on her body—her strap. the dick was a deep, sensual crimson that was easily six feet in length, the shimmering plastic pooling on the floor around her. you strained to recall the specifics about it she had mentioned before, her words lost in the haze from when she first pounded it into you with such ferocity. the intricate sounds of clasps and hooks had gone unnoticed, and your senses were overwhelmed by the raw intensity of her fingers and tongue oh so deliciously inches deep into your pussy. just how lost in the moment had you been, unable to focus on anything but the primal urgency of your arousal?

she had been concealing it in her bag the entire time. had this been her plan all along? had she been meticulously timing this moment, counting down the seconds from the instant her skates touched the ice until the very moment they stepped off, all so she could have you right here? fuck you on the hotel bed like this? yes, that was exactly it. that was the essence of ellie—horny, devious, and yearning for you.

ellie slowly worked her way back up your body, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the way. when she arrived at your lips, you could taste yourself on her tongue.

"my turn, baby," she bellowed, trailing the tip of her strap teasingly through your soaked folds.

“ah,” a moan flew right past your lips at the feel of the plastic tip plunging right into you. your breasts were leaping up and down as you stared up at the brunette, attempting to stabilize your own breath. you were so wet and ready, but ellie took her time entering you, choosing to go in bit by bit to savor the sensation.

ellie locked eyes with you, silently asking permission one last time before sinking into your tight heat.

“fuck fuck fuck,” you began to chant like a prayer as you felt her entirely plunge into you, bottoming out as her thighs smacked with yours and the unmarried slap of skin ricocheted off the walls of the room.

her breath hitched at the sight of your walls clenching around her thickness. at last, you were joined completely—ellie's favorite place to be.

"s’feel so good baby," she grunted, bracing herself above you on trembling arms. ellie paused when she was fully sheathed, taking a moment to imprint the feeling of being buried to the hilt inside your velvety heat.

ellie started with slow, deep rolls of her hips that had you both gasping in unison. she set a deep, steady pace that was almost agonizing compared to how hot and bothered she had made you but allowed you to gradually adjust to her size. ellie groaned deeply at the sinfully tight heat enveloping her thick length.

she kissed you deeply, tongue delving into your mouth as if to eat you whole. "look at me," she commanded, holding your throat to angle your eyes to her own as she dragged her dick nearly all the way out before snapping her hips forward hard.

her passion and stamina were endless when it came to worshiping your perfect body.

your eyes started to gloss over, and tears began to obscure your vision, running down your cheeks like a picturesque portrayal of a river.

"el…" you cried out. your eyes were threatening to shut, but you were fighting to keep them open, despite wishing for nothing more than to brace for her impact as she filled you up. you wanted to witness her furrowed brow and sweat-dripping face, her mouth hanging open as she breathed heavily and moaned, studying your flushed expression.

ellie groaned softly at the way you said her name, drunk on pleasure yet still managing to look at her with such adoration. it drove her wild every time.

she had to bite her lip just to prevent her unclothed clit from cumming against the plastic of the harness. to ellie, it was incredibly hard to hold off when the look of your eyes rolling back and drool pooling down to the pillow was enough to get her to come hard.

"that's it gorgeous, keep those beautiful eyes on me," she panted, never breaking your gaze as her hips hauled forward in a plunging tempo.

ellie grasped your hands, pinning them above your head to keep you at her clemency. the new angle had her spear even deeper, dragging over that perfect spongy spot with each thrust.

"fucking incredible baby, so tight and wet for me," ellie praised raggedly, quickening her pace a fraction more. her eyes roamed your flushed, rapturous expression hungrily.

no one could make you fall apart like she could.

“t’so big” you choked out as your back arched against the silky sheets. contrary to the words that left your mouth, you found yourself rolling your weak hips in a pathetic attempt to match her thrusts. “too fast,” you gasped out, whimpering at the texture of your drool and sweat began to mix as they came together under your chin.

ellie chuckled lowly at your breathless plea for mercy, never slowing her pace and gripping your wrists even harder. you whined at the stinging feeling around your hand and forearm as her hold on you wouldn’t budge.

"you can take it, don't lie," ellie growled into your ear, nipping the sensitive lobe.

she knew your body better than anyone. she knew your limits. she knew you could do this for her.

ellie rolled her hips in deep, skin-to-skin grinds that gave you no space between and had you seeing stars. your body, beside the parts being weighed down by ellie's grip on you, almost jumped up in ecstasy and surprise once her tip found your sweet spot.

"look at you falling apart so pretty for me already, and i'm just getting started," she purred wickedly. ellie set to unraveling you slowly and methodically, unrelenting in her deep, targeted strokes. she took savage delight in reducing you to your core essence.

she swallowed your moans with hungry kisses, still holding your gaze in a smug challenge. you'd be a trembling, sated mess—and she'd be the one who did it.

ellie smirked smugly against your lips at your wanton cry, silenced by her kiss. "that's it, baby, let it out," she exhorted hoarsely. she hastened her hips to a punishing pace, steering deep with each expert thrust.

the brunette drank you up, tongue delving between your lips. she could feel your walls fluttering tighter around her with impending release. reaching between your joined bodies, ellie circled your swollen clit in time with her cadence. "come on, i wanna see that cum on me," she growled.

“i’m-” before you could finish, you felt airy whilst your mouth stretched open as the knot in your abdomen that had been tangling within began to unravel, legs shuddering under ellie.

ellie’s thumb pressed down and hard on top of your clit sending a stinging sensation across your prudent skin, compelling you to nearly yell out for her.

your mind went blank, consumed by a blinding haze of white. everything blurred, and it felt as if you’d lost all control over your muscles. your face went slack, jaw strained as it hung open from the unrelenting moans spilling from your lips. wet sensations trailed from your neck to your chest, ellie’s kisses almost unrecognizable amidst the overwhelming intensity. her whispered praises reached your ears as little more than a pleasurable static, grounding you in the moment as she worked delicate circles over your sensitive bud, coaxing you through your high until your body began to settle.

the sound of heavy breathing filled the space between you. as your vision cleared, you turned your head to find her beside you, chest rising and falling with steady rhythm, glistening with sweat and saliva. your eyes traveled up, slowly taking in the sight of her mouth, still slick with your wetness, curled into a teasing smirk. without a word, she reached out, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you into a deep, consuming kiss, her tongue exploring the depths of your mouth until it practically found the back of your throat.

she gently pulled you onto her body, cradling you in the crook of her neck. her hands moved to your leg, hooked over her hip, as she began to massage it, soothing your soreness with deliberate care. soft kisses peppered your skin, her touch grounding you as she enveloped you in her warmth.

"ready to go again?" she whispered against your earlobe, her breath warm before she sensually nibbled on it, pulling away with a lingering, wet kiss.

you sluggishly tried to meet her gaze, your head heavy with exhaustion.

"what are y..." you murmured weakly, but the words dissolved on your tongue, your focus stolen entirely by the deliberate rhythm of her movements.

she pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder before gently guiding you onto your stomach. her large hands slid beneath you, steadying your hips as she lifted you to be ass up. the cool rush of air kissed your skin, sending a shiver rippling through you.

"you know what they say," she remarked with a sly grin, "the victory lap doesn’t end after the first one."

for a moment, she pulled you back far enough to where you felt her plastic tip graze your pussy, her touch lingering just long enough to make you flinch before she pulled back with a quiet, amused laugh at your reaction.

“what was that?” ellie mused into the silence, her voice laced with a teasing edge. you could practically hear the grin spread across her lips. she let out a thoughtful "hmm," the sound rolling softly from her mouth as her grip on your flesh tightened.

she teased the plastic tip against your slick entrance, gliding it up and down, letting your wetness coat it as it dripped down her strap. you squirmed beneath her touch, a soft moan escaping as your hips bucked back instinctively, driven by a need you couldn’t quite place. all you knew was that your body craved her, every nerve aching for her presence. but just as your impatience began to show, she pulled away, leaving you breathless and wanting.

"c'mon, i'm the victor. i deserve to celebrate however i want," she stated matter-of-factly with a wicked grin. "lap two?"

you could only brace yourself—it was going to be a long night.

a/n: first fic back… was held at gunpoint for this

[wisteriagoesvroom]

i understand anon's feeling about it being cliquey on here. i do. but, also no wonder I had no chance making it on here -> this is not... american idol? if you're framing fandom interaction and community as some sort of popularity competition you are probably setting yourself up to own-goal tbh. and if you're wading into fandom spaces with that intent, there's a high probability you're not going to have a good time.

at the risk of sounding like a fandom old: post the stuff you enjoy and curate your spaces. put out the energy you'd like to receive back. and like, if people respond... they respond! if you don't like a specific community or niche, honestly, f1 rpf in general is big and broad enough that you will probably find someone or a lane eventually. and if you don't, just enjoy it on your own terms ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

there is definitely a performative aspect to social media. but like the number one rule of fandom imo is... it's for you!! and maybe some other weirdos. but never forget that it's on your relational terms and if you go in with that, it's probably gonna feel a lot more rewarding than trying to meet some invisible bar of status or validation.

I've just realised that most blogs are connected/ know one another. the checo blog, the max blogs, the alex blog, the lance blog and you. No wonder I had no chance making it on here, you lot hate together or rather stick together

Hi anon, first off — I’m very sorry that you’ve been feeling excluded! That’s rough! I’m going to be honest that I have no idea which blogs you’re referring to, and I’ve been sitting here wracking my brain trying to parse it (I mean “the checo blog” could only be a couple of people, but otherwise….)

What I’m not going to do is apologize for making friends. I love my community on here and I’m so lucky to have them. With one exception, they are friends I made by posting and interacting on tumblr, not by prior acquaintance. I’m a little bit shy about reaching out but I love meeting new people & I’m happy to chat any time, and I’m sure that most people feel the same!

I’m not really sure what you mean by “making it on here” — I don’t think I’ve “made it” in any meaningful way, and I don’t think tumblr even allows for that in a real sense, given that stats like follower counts are invisible. I apologize, however, if my blog is a hateful presence. I really try not to post negative or hurtful things, but I seem to have fallen short for you. Please feel free to unfollow and block me if it will make your tumblr experience more pleasant <3

[glowettee]

✧ the elle woods study method: mindset makeover & foundation building ✧

hey lovelies! 💗

omg, i'm literally bursting with excitement to start this transformative series with you all! we're going to dive deep into actually studying like elle woods, and all her study methods. it's going to change your academic life. (while keeping you fabulous, obviously!)

let's start with the most crucial element - the elle woods mindset. you know how elle went from being underestimated at harvard to graduating with honors? that transformation began in her mind, and that's exactly where we're starting too!

the core principles of the elle woods mindset (get ready to take notes!):

unwavering self-belief: elle's iconic "what, like it's hard?" attitude wasn't just cute - it was crucial

authenticity as your superpower: your unique perspective is your strength

resilience through positivity: turning every "you can't" into "watch me"

strategic determination: working smarter, not just harder

maintaining your essence: success shouldn't mean losing yourself

let me break down how to actually build this mindset (because theory without practice is like a perfect outfit without accessories - incomplete!):

mindset foundation building: • start a daily confidence journal (pink, obviously!) • write three daily affirmations • document your wins, no matter how small • reflect on challenges and how you overcame them

goal setting the elle way: • dream big (harvard law big!) • break down major goals into mini-milestones • create realistic timelines • identify potential obstacles and plan solutions • celebrate every achievement (even the tiny ones!)

your personal success toolkit: • a dedicated study planner (color-coded, elle would approve) • positive affirmation cards • vision board (mix academic and personal goals) • progress tracking system • reward system for reaching milestones

practical assignments for this week:

yes, i'm giving you all homework, because what's a lesson without doing homework? <3

mindset makeover tasks: • create your confidence corner (a designated study space that makes you feel powerful) • write your personal academic manifesto • identify and challenge three limiting beliefs • create a morning power routine

organization prep: • get your study essentials (cute but functional!) • set up your planning system • create a semester overview • design your ideal weekly schedule

community building: • find your study buddies (your personal warner hunting club, but for academics!) • join study groups • set up accountability partnerships • create a support system

elle's journey wasn't about memorizing legal terms - it was about believing she belonged in those hallowed halls while wearing her signature pink. you deserve to feel that same confidence in your academic journey. <3

advanced tips for the overachievers (because why not be extra?):

record yourself giving pep talks for tough days

create a study aesthetic that energizes you

develop personal success rituals

build a playlist that makes you feel powerful

photograph your progress for motivation

coming up in this series:

time management secrets

memory techniques that actually work

note-taking methods that slay

exam preparation strategies

self-care routines for academic success

group study dynamics

presentation skills

stress management

celebration strategies

and more of course <3

remember: elle woods didn't just survive harvard - she thrived while being unapologetically herself. that's our goal too! you're not just going to study better; you're going to build an academic approach that celebrates who you are.

homework time (but make it fun):

create your academic vision board

write your semester goals

design your ideal study schedule

set up your success tracking system

prepare your study space

xoxo, mindy

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How will they protect the relationship

(lover/partner/future spouse) - Channelled message

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

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GROUP 1

Sometimes, I fear that you will get used to our relationship to the point of boredom, that our relationship will become just a habit, a routine that you do everyday, mechanically, without enthusiasm or passion. That fear crept in my mind, taking roots, and there will be moments when I let it grow and poke its branches out. Imaginary scenarios swirl in my mind, threatening to spiral out of control.

But I will snap out of it in no time. I'm a master at bringing myself out of the dark, I'm a good runner, running in the night long enough, and you're bound to see the sun rise again. I will try to look at myself first, from an objective lens, to find where I can change, what baggage I need to get rid of. Then I will look at our relationship, I will find a way to lift it up, make it exciting again. Do you like puzzles? Do you like sculpting? Would you like to try a new recipe? Let's forget for a moment all our adult responsibilities and be free. To be excited teenagers again, falling in love for the first time again. I will write you love letters full of typos, sending you half-baked cakes and cringy T-shirts, you will laugh and you will join me.

I do notice that there are some people around us, people who shouldn't come that close, who shouldn't be there at all. They don't understand the concept of respecting other people's boundaries. They will try to turn a blind eye to our commitment, pretend that it doesn't exist. Blatantly coming in without knocking, thinking that they can just take you away from me and me from you. They think that their tactics are subtle enough, that in time, they can corrode our bond. Little touches here and there, the gaze, the "innocent" banters. I can see them all, I will try to put a distance between me and them, so I hope you will do that too, I also hope that you will patiently listen to me when I warn you of those people. Yes, sometimes you will have to call me a possessive person. I just want to shut out everyone dare to threaten us, to find a place where only us exist. But that's impossible, I know, so the best I can do is tell them off as clear as possible, trying to show that we're together, there's no space between us. Let them be jealous, we just need to focus on us and walk away, hand in hand.

GROUP 2

I know we have a lot of unspoken words stuck inside. The silence between can sometimes grow to such a suffocating weight, pushing us down, deeper and deeper into our own abyss.

We both will be so uncertain of our future together, where will we go, is there a place strong enough to shelter us, are we strong enough? We hope for the same things, we are so alike, even our fears are alike, and I don't know whether to be happy or sad about this.

Our bond will be tested numerous times. There will be a time when we've almost given up, but fate or whatever higher powers are at play here, will bring us back together, anew and ready to try again. I wasn't a spiritual person, but by being with you, being in this relationship, I began to believe in something intangible, in the unknown, it scared me, but all I can do is to move forward, with you, and that's where our fears begin. We move forward together, into the unknown future that holds no concrete promise.

Then I realised we've forgotten to remember where we've put our wishes in, what we've wished for. If we can just remember, then there's no point in worrying. I will give you a hint: it's a wish that spans from the past to the future. We felt like we've known each other for a long time when we first met, and I believe we will be in each other's lives for the far future to see. That belief alone is enough for me to feel brave. And I will sit down, take out my pens and notebook, and begin to scribble down the plan, the path for us, give voice to the stuck words inside, air them out. I will show you that plan and tell you to not worry about the future, instead just focus on this current life in front of us, we got this, believe in us.

GROUP 3

Sometimes, I think that we are two pieces of puzzles fit perfectly together. If not, then there's no way to explain how you have everything I lack, and I, in turn, have an abundance of things that you don't. We have our fair share of issues that alone, we seem to lack the strength to tackle them, but together, they seem so silly and easy. You can be the wind and I will be the pipes, you can be the water and I will be the pump. Now that sounds silly, but you get my gist. There will be times when you cry, I will be there, holding you close and being the cool headed one to make logical decisions. There will be times when I'm so down, you will be there, holding me close and being the soft pillow that raises my head up.

There will be problems, from inside and outside, but I believe we can weather them all. The problems will mainly come from the place of insecurities and misunderstanding. People's words can be cutting and unintentionally hurtful, sometimes intentionally. They sow the seeds of doubts inside our minds. But let's believe in the visions of ourselves and of each other. We see ourselves best. We will sit down, talk it all out, there's no barrier between us. I'm proud of our direct and open way of communicating. I can always count on us to be rational and discuss things until we can reach a solution. Yes, there might be tears and angry voices here and there, but they are the minority and will go away quickly. We're too sure of our commitment and ourselves to let those bother us for too long.

Whatever action needed to be taken, it would be taken swiftly. If it's required of me to be cutting something, somebody out of our life, I will do it, no hesitation. Because I trust in our judgement. And if it's required to move, I will move. I'm afraid distance will be our biggest hurdle. But we will find a way to be closer. Many things will need to be changed, our jobs, our homes. But we won't fear changes. Because changes will bring us to a better future.

GROUP 4

I want to prepare you beforehand, our relationship will be scrutinised by a lot of people. It's not like we are celebrities or anything. Why do they have to care so much? I honestly don't know and don't care either. Our bond just attracts a lot of jealousy and objections. The idea of us together will piss people off. They want something, a fixed future for us, they expect it, but then they have to watch a totally different outcome, surprises, surprises.

Particularly those who have authority over us, they're supposed to be the wise guidance, the benevolent power that can protect us, but they will turn their backs on us, worse, they will turn their sneering gaze and contemptuous words on us. That can't be helped, I guess, we're the rebels, we go against their rules and expectations. I know you will want our bond to be blessed by those around us, I want it too, but reality is something we will have to face. At first, we may even have to hide our love, it's frustrating.

Don't worry, I will be strong for us, you won't even have to fight anything, just let me take care of it. I have enough strength to do that. Don't picture the image of me making a foray against them like a bull thrusting its horn angrily. I have enough wit not to do that, just like how I've charmed you with my words, I can do it too, to other people, the people who are against us. If it doesn't work, then I will just be my best, showing them how much of a good life I'm having with you. In the end, I just don't really care. We have our love and that's enough. We can always move away, to a better place. You will be surprised just how much freedom we do have.