#you do not need to do what we've done before

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sinful sentences (fifteen)

pierre gasly - "the night's definitely not over yet."

tags: smut/pwp, established relationship, sexual experimentation (collars), implied sub!pierre & dom!reader, missionary, needy!pierre

sinful sentences catalogue

you were left with a gift when pierre went to do training with the team. your eyes wide at the expensive box on the bed. it had been delivered earlier that day with instructions over text from your boyfriend to open it.

what you saw a a collar. in a bed of white tissue paper was a expensive looking leather collar. when you picked it up you expected that you were supposed to wear it. but when you saw the engraving on the tag, it said that who wore it was property of you. this felt something stir in your gut as you gingerly placed the item on the bed.

a note laid underneath the sturdy leather collar, "we've been together long enough, my love. i think it's time that we try new things in the bedroom. forever yours, pierre."

you had to admit the frenchman looked good in the shiny black collar. it sat on his throat nicely so of course you couldn't help but give him a little praise. give him something to feel special about. he sat on his knees in front of you on the bed with you leaned over and cupping his face.

your thumbs rubbed against his cheeks and you chuckled lowly at the sight of him. he was painfully aroused, from the tent in his briefs. it was a cute sight, you had to be honest. he was so pent up for you. so wound up with a lustful need for you. you knew he had been thinking about it all training, knowing him he probably was a little hard while racing. but now he could relieve some of that pressure.

"look at you, my love." you cooed, "you got a nice collar on for me. like a good boy? oh you've done so well for me today, you worked so hard on the track. now you're back with me with a hard cock and your throat wrapped with my name." you leaned a little forward to kiss him on the lips.

he moaned into the kiss, it was sweet. you knew he was getting desperate, needy for your affection and love. that was the kind of man that pierre was, the kind that got wound up easily during sex. how could he not? he once described you as everything he needed in a partner. he looked up at you with hooded eyes and smiled, "only the best for you, my dear." then licked his lips, "hard to focus on driving when my thoughts kept lingering to you." he placed his hands on your thighs and leaned forward a little. his eyes locked with yours.

you knew he couldn't help himself and you laid back on the bed with him on top. you hooked your fingers into the collar and pulled him in for a heated kiss. and his clothed erection rubbed against your bare cunt. it was erotic and only drove pierre further into sexual madness.

"i want you. please, let me have you tonight." his hands roamed your sides as you pulled down his briefs. he maintained eye contact with you and you smiled at him. you gave him a soft nod before he went in for a heated kiss. he near moaned against your lips, needy with sexual want for you. it was erotic, you felt erotic. it was the type of sexual need that he craved from you.

you got one of the pillows and put it under your hips for leverage as you felt the lust race through you as he planted his hands on either side of your head. you helped him sink his cock into you and you arched your hips a little. you felt the euphoria run through you.

"fuck." you shuddered and pierre met with you at eye level. you held his face as he went in for a heated kiss. you moaned into the kiss. "look at you." you mused, "so good on top." you yanked on the collar a little more.

"i love you." he shakily exhaled.

"and i love you." you replied with a hitch in your tone, "you look so pretty with my name. maybe when we get married, you should take my last name. looks nicer on you." you laughed, a little out of breath.

pierre smiled down at you, lust was heavy in his gaze, "of course, of course. anything for you." he went in for a heated kiss, he leaned in closer to you. the two of you were chest to chest a she moved against you. your legs wrapped around his waist as the two of you moved together.

there was a noticeable heat between the two of you, a blush in your lover's face. he looked good on top of you. he looked good when you placed a hand over the collar and could feel his rapid pulse through the leather. he really was a good boy. you held onto his shoulder with your other hand and let him move his cock as deep as it would go inside of you.

his cock was pretty decently sized, and it rubbed against all the right places without it being overly painful. it made your back arch a little and your thighs clench around him. he moaned a little louder and felt the hammering in your chest. the two of you knew how to work each other's bodies. it felt good, heat radiated through you. sweat down your back and onto the covers as pierre moved against you.

you shared another heated kiss, you held onto him tightly. you moaned against his lips and felt the excitement run through him.

"feels good, honey." he purred as he continued to move against you. the fever was hot. the want was deep between you two, the simmering heat of lust was magnetic and you knew you only wanted him. only him.

"my fucking everything." he said with a hot moan, "you feel perfect around me. thank you for letting me have you, taste you, love you." he continued to work himself inside of you. he felt the leap in his pulse as his hips moved against yours.

you held on tightly, both hands at his shoulders as he worked himself into you. you moaned a little louder, savouring the feeling of his lust against you. your breaths were heavy and your noises were beautiful. it made pierre excited. he loved it, he loved you. and you loved him, you gazed into his eyes and smiled a little, "fuck, honey."

he kissed you once more. you pressed further into the kiss, he moved against you. the two of you continued to rut against each other. you moaned against his lips and he loved the feeling. he loved how you felt against him, a small slice of heaven for him. and he was yours. devour one another whole in sexual euphoria as the need for orgasm grew. his pace grew more desperate, his strokes eager to go as deep as they could as if to explore every inch of you. to have all of you as his, just as he was all of yours.

he'd happily wear a collar with your name on it, happily love and cherish you through everything. because that was what a good lover did, what a proper boyfriend and eventual husband did. love until there was nothing left to give.

"i love you, all of you." he panted.

you took him by his short hair and crushed your lips against his as you rolled your hips with his thrusts. you knew you were close, eager to cum as the flushed feeling of sex came crashing down on you. a heightened euphoric feeling as you clung to him. your entire body near wrapped around him as pleasure pounded through you.

"fuck, my love."

"i'm cumming." you panted and held on tighter. your cunt clenched around him as you continued moving against him. you let out such a sweet moan and it made the tips of your lover's ears burn.

he continued to thrust into you. his knees had a slight ache from being pressed into the bed and he clutched onto the covers under you and worked against you slick sex. he hissed through his teeth and felt the excitement race through him. a few more heavy thrusts and he finished inside of you, quickly after you came.

you stopped your movements and pierre stopped his. you both looked at one another for a moment before you pulled him in by the collar for another heated kiss. even with your skin heated and sweaty, you needed to feel more of your lover.

there was just something so intoxicating about him. it made everything in you run hot.

"honey." he purred.

you licked your lips and eyed his blissed out expression.

he soon laid out beside you, sexual spent as he heavily breathed, desperate to catch his breath. he felt a sheen of sweat of his body and you laid out next to him with your hand on his chest. he shuddered when you peppered kisses across his chest. he looked at you from the awkward angle, the pleasure still felt in his blood.

you looked at him with a wide grin and said "the night's definitely not over yet, pierre. now why don't you put that mouth on something else now."

he gave a curt nod and said, "of course, anything for you." <3

[akashirl]

valentine's post !! ♡

from the moment i saw you, i knew i'd be destined to a life full of love -- forever. from the moment my eyes met yours, your first pass, our first game together...it was magical. i was a kid, that much is true, and you can argue saying that children can't comprehend the depth of love. i'm not sure i did at the time, but the heaviness in my chest was never taken lightly.

captain, you have touched me with such profoundness than i ever thought you could. we've been through hell together, you were there for me at my lowest even though i was too consumed to see it, you have always been there. your presence never became an absence in my eyes.

i know that we're destined to be apart due to the events life has prepared for us, but i do not mind. just being with you right now is enough to light up my heavy soul. you may not be real. i may not be real. life might be a simulation and yet, you're the realest feeling, the softest touch, the sun behind the clouds.

you may feel unworthy of affection due to how your past has treated you. you may not even understand why; hell, sei, questioning it may not be enough for you but just know that i love you for who you are. i love you for the person i become when you're near. i love you, i have loved you and i will love you until the end of time. the red string attached to our hearts is conceived from iron.

i adore every single detail of yours. when i catch you looking at me, your light smile, your breathtaking eyes, your soft but firm touch...from your hair to your toes, what is there not to love? and how could i not adore you? the way you keep me in line when i'm not at my best. the way you take care of me when i'm at my worst. you push me to do better, motivate me everyday...more than just a lover, you're a role model to me. i look up to you more than anything in this world.

i have loved you more, but so much more than i have found a way to tell you. and even though i like to believe that you were the one who found me, i know that the truth is that we found eachother. be it in our moments of weakness, happiness, loneliness...my care for you is eternal. my heart is at your service.

a person is like a canvas. mine was completely blank until we met. every moment with you is a brushstroke -- and even when you think the painting is complete, it keeps evolving. with every sunrise, i feel myself lost in your crimson eyes, brighter than the sun, deeper than the moon. i wouldn't trade the goosebumps i get for anything in the world.

well, being with you feels like winning the lottery every single day. not that money could ever compare to the happiness you bring to me, but it may be easier to understand if i put it that way. quoting edward cullen (cringe, i know), « you're like my own personal brand of heroin ». i've grown completely addicted to you, to your eyes, to your lips, to your smile, to your gentle mannerism and your way of getting things done. it's not our fault that life has other events in store for us. we may not even talk in a few decades, as you'll carve a path of success ahead of you and i seem like an unlikely ingredient to the mix. i just hope that in the future, even when you have a wife and kids, you think of how happy we were in high school. i hope you think a little bit of me everyday; and i pray it doesn't destroy you. just know that wherever you are, i will be thinking of you. and whenever you need me, i will be no further than a single call away.

seijuro akashi, you are my own true love. even before we met, my heart missed you. looking into your eyes is reflecting my happiness...our story doesn't have to be perfect -- it doesn't need a happy ending. what matters is that you're here, now, and so am i; and what we feel is pure and true. sometimes, i feel as if i started loving you even before existing...perhaps we came from the same shooting star.

« you are my true north. the pull of my heart's compass always points to you. » and i will keep following you, as your shadow, wherever you go. i know that under that thick façade, you're yearning for love just as much as i am. and trust me, i will make you feel it every single day by your side.

and if we can't be together in this life, i will wait for our next one. and the one next. all the lives ahead of me, i will be looking for my favorite redhead. i see your smile in houses, trees, people, books...everywhere i go, i am intoxicated by your tenderness. isn't it beautiful how a single person can change your whole entire life? or rather, give that monotone life the color it needed?

sei, you are my person. you will always be my person. being your valentine is an honor i am delighted to have. just let me love you, alright?

i know i said i only had two drawings ready but turns out i had three. oh well.

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event by @strawbeaniie !!

happy valentine's day to all!!

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 142 (Conther Gets Married!)🪢🔔💞

Happy Valentine's Day, simblr friends! 💝❣️💘

Heather breathed in the scent of pine and hemlock in Isle of Volpe Park. Her childhood playground now boasted a castle treehouse built by her son and soon-to-be husband. In the shadow of their very own Giving Tree, Heather and Conrad would be married.

Her whole family was there to celebrate, with invitations extended to friends like Everett and Spencer and Felix and Lilith. Others, like Dylan and Gavin Richards, had a ballet recital to attend with Pearl and couldn't join them. Conrad's coworkers were busy fighting crime in the Bay (or, in the case of young, eager Detective Spangler, had recently gone on sabbatical to potentially chase love in a - killer - dating competition!) but Heather and Conrad's perfect day had finally arrived. The weather was practically perfect, too!

"Are you ready?"

Her brother River caught her in a moment of reflection and Heather looked up with a smile. "I've always been ready. I never needed this day, but now that it's here, I just want to say 'I do' and never look back."

"I know what you mean." She smiled as Conrad walked up behind her. "Are you ready to walk down the aisle?"

"Let's do this. Finally."

The longtime couple made their way together down the aisle - a fitting setup as they'd built their lives together for almost nine years. They'd just done things a little out of order, in the traditional sense. After everything they'd been through together, they already felt married. Now the weather was nice enough to make it official.

The guests took their seats as the couple made it to the wooden altar draped with flowers and diaphanous white linens, letting the gently setting sun cast soft light through the fabric.

Conrad leaned in to speak quietly. "You look stunning," he said.

She grinned. "I feel stunning," she admitted. "No morning sickness. No nerves. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Their ceremony had no officiant. Heather's oldest friend, Everett Pancakes, was a reverend and a wedding guest, but Heather and Conrad weren't particularly devout worshippers of the Watcher and preferred to lead their own vows. The promises they were making to each other had nothing to do with the Watcher, anyway.

Conrad got them started as he placed a ring on Heather's finger.

"Heather Lea Nesbitt: my world since we met has been a totally different colour. There was darkness, and I felt alone, but ever since you, it's been vibrant - yellows, bright greens, ash, lavender...I love you so much. You're my friend, my teammate, my lover, and my heart. I want to spend every day of the rest of my life with you; a life where nothing is too dark for us. A life where it's you and me, us and the kids." Gord barked happily from the pews. "And the pets."

Their guests laughed and wiped their eyes as unflirty Heather launched into the one moment she'd dreaded above all others - public vows, wearing her heart on her sleeve in front of people who knew the gamer who spearheaded an action plan to prevent cheating and PDA. But Conrad knew a side that no one else in her life had managed to get close to.

"Conrad Stephen Gordon: you walked into my life and changed everything. The choices I made before you were interesting, at best, and it scared me when I realized I could only see the future with you beside me. But you centre me, and I've loved you from the moment we met. We've spent almost nine years as a team and I'm ready for at least fifty more. I can't say I know what happily ever after is going to look like, but it'll have you, and me and the kids will never need more."

As their loved ones clapped and smiled from the benches, Heather and Conrad leaned in for their first kiss as husband and wife. Every kiss they shared was electric, but this one they would never forget.

Once upon a time, Heather thought she might never get married, but today she'd proven herself wrong. She couldn't be happier to embark on life from here as Mrs. Dr. Heather Gordon. ->

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NOTE: I lasted almost nine in-game years without hitching these two, but I'm happy to break this challenge rule even if I waited through a very long winter. But they got through the whole ceremony and people only started switching to coats when it got extremely late! Maybe one day I'll challenge my own patience with a winter wedding somewhere, but it's not going to be winter again until Lavender is a teenager, so I won't have to think about it for a while!

Short post tomorrow for the wedding album, and the wedding reception is up on Sunday! As usual with weddings in this game, several of the guests showed up after the ceremony but in time for the reception, so anyone you didn't see in this post will show up later! I didn't try to force them onsite with MCCC - the sun was setting because the wedding didn't even start until 3 or 4pm, so I had to get the show on the road before I lost the light. The posed portraits before the cut are from Wedding Poses by @starrysimsie and @lemontrait (Lemon's side) and BommieSims' Childrens Day posepack (still not online that I can find), and you can tell the sky is darker. I lightened those photos significantly!

That also explains why there are no sims of honour or a floral bouquet - both of which I regretted a little, but they're glitchy. I didn't want the wedding to drag on until after dark while I fussed with them! On top of that, the only unmarried sims on the guestlist were Hazel and Suri and Felix and Lilith, so throwing the bouquet felt like it would just waste time and light I didn't have.

[lucy90712]

My valentine forver- Jude Bellingham

5 years old 

"Y/n I want to ask you something" Jude said as we were playing together during lunchtime 

"What is it Judey?" I asked 

"Will you be my valentine?" He asked 

"Sure but what's that" I said 

"I don't really know but my mummy and daddy keep talking about a Valentine's Day and being each others valentine so I guess it's just something best friends do" he said 

"Ok I'll be your valentine as long as you push me on the swings" I said 

"Deal let's go" he said grabbing my hand to help me up 

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"Hey sweetheart how was your day?" My mummy asked when she picked me up after school 

"It was good Jude asked me to be his valentine" I said 

"He did what?" She exclaimed 

"He said its something best friends do and he's my best friend so now we are each other's valentines" I said 

"That's exciting we'll have to talk to Jude's parents about that" she said 

9 years old 

For what feels like the first time in forever it's nice enough for us to be allowed outside at break time. Me and my friends all wanted to play football with the boys as they always think they are so good but we think we are just as good. There wasn't enough of us to make a full team to play the boys but we drew straws and organised ourselves into two teams. I ended up on the same team as Jude which is what I was secretly hoping for as we've played together before and we worked really well together so I was happy to get to play with him again. 

The years of friendship mean that Jude and I are pretty in tune with each other especially on a football pitch. Today was no different we didn't really need anyone else on our team as we both managed to run round the kids on the other team and pass back and forth until the ball went in the back of the net. It was so much fun but most importantly I was glad to make the other girls proud as maybe now the boys will take us seriously and let us play with them more often. Sadly we didn't get to gloat for too long as the bell rang meaning we had to go back to class. On the way back in I went to grab my water bottle but before I could Jude grabbed it for me as his was right next to mine.

"You played great out there you should really join a team" Jude said 

"My mum won't let me she says I can't do both football and dance and I'm committed to dance this year but maybe next year I'll do football" I said 

"Maybe you can join my club and we can play together" he said 

"That would be fun" I said 

"Wait y/n before we go into class I need to ask you will you be my valentine?" He asked 

"I'm sorry Jude I just don't like you like that I like being friends but that's it I'm sorry if that hurts your feelings" I said running off to go back into class 

Jude looked a little sad for the rest of the day which made me feel awful but I just don't like him that way in fact I don't like any boys that way because that's gross. I like our friendship we play together at school and he's taught me a lot about football but that's it nothing else. 

13 years old- Jude's POV 

Come on Jude you can do it. It's not that difficult just say the words. What's the worst that could happen. Well she could say no but she's done that before and I survived but this time it feels different we aren't 9 anymore and dating isn't something to be sneered at anymore. Being rejected now will probably hurt a lot more but I can't be thinking about that or else I'll chicken out for like the 5th time. 

I've had a crush on y/n for years but this past year it's only gotten worse. She's just so beautiful I can't stop myself from staring at her from across the room when we are in class together. I'm not the only one who has a crush on y/n all the guys in our year and even some in the year above are always talking about how pretty she is. I'm not as popular or as attractive as some of the guys who also like y/n but I'm hoping that after our many years of friendship she'll feel the same as me and if I can ask her first then I think I stand a good chance, at least that's what I'm telling myself. 

After school today we have football practice and y/n will be there as she plays with the team when she's allowed as the school doesn't have a girls team. I made sure to get changed quickly so I could be the first one out there so as soon as y/n was ready I could ask her out as we warm up. As she made her way outside she was talking to one of the other guys in the team Jack and she had a big smile on her face which isn't unusual but it did make me a little nervous. 

"Hey Jude" she said as she came over 

"Hi you seem extra happy today what's going on?" I asked 

"Jack just asked me out so we're going to go on a date this weekend as long as my parents let me but they like Jack so I'm confident" she said 

"Oh wow I didn’t know you liked him" I said trying not to give away my disappointment 

"I've liked him for a while but I never told anyone a I only ever get teased for saying I like anyone so I kept it to myself" she explained 

"Well I'm happy for you" I said completely lying 

It really broke my heart that she's with someone else but I really should've seen it coming she's the prettiest girl in school it was only a matter of time before someone asked her out. That doesn't mean it hurts any less but I'll get over it and at least we are still friends even if she can't be my girlfriend I can still hang out with her. 

15 years old - Your POV 

Maybe love just isn't for me. I've been with two guys over the last few years and both have cheated on me with one of my friends so I've lost a lot of friends but luckily I still have Jude. Since all the drama I spend a lot more time with him as I know he won't betray me and there's no drama surrounding him which is exactly what I want I don't care about being popular and having lots of friends anymore I just want true friends. I call Jude my friend but that's not really how I feel about him after spending more time together I realised that I truly enjoy Jude's company in a way I've never enjoyed being around anyone else. I'm not entirely sure when my feelings started to change but it must've been before my last boyfriend cheated on me as it hurt but I wasn't as upset as the first time because I just wasn't as emotionally attached anymore. 

I've had many chances to tell Jude how I feel but I just haven't been able to make myself do it. I'm not stupid I know there was a time when pretty much all of the guys in school had a crush on me Jude included but I don't know if he feels the same now. He used to get awkward around me which is what gave him away but he doesn't act like that anymore which makes me think that he doesn't like me that way anymore. Jude has been such a good friend to me since we were 5 but especially the last few years we are always together whether it be at lunchtime in school or kicking a ball around down the park at the weekend. I value our friendship so much that I can't bring myself to tell Jude how I feel, the possible rejection isn't worth our friendship to me.

I've put my feelings aside for a few months now but as it's approaching Valentine's Day and I hear my friends talking about that their boyfriends are doing for them it makes me a little sad and maybe a little jealous that I don't have that with Jude. In a completely genius move I'm spending the next few days with Jude helping him get some extra training in as he's playing a big match soon and he wants to play well and he likes to test his skills against me. Our plan is to go straight from school to the park where they have football pitch we can play around on until it gets dark. 

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"You're going to do great in that match you are definitely too much for me to be able to keep up with" I said 

"You're still coming back from injury though" he said 

"You still beat me fair and square like a million times trust me you've got this" I said 

"Do you have any plans Sunday?" He asked out of nowhere 

"Thats Valentine's Day right definitely no plans for that day" I laughed trying to make a joke of how sad my love life has been 

"Then would you like to go on a date with me?" He asked 

"What" I said completely in shock 

"That was stupid I'm sorry forget I ever said that" Jude panicked 

"No I would love to go on a date with you the question just took me by surprise I had no idea you still felt that way about me" I said 

"Wait, still you knew I had feelings on you" he said 

"Yeah you weren't exactly subtle a few years ago but now you are definitely better at hiding your feelings I had no idea you still liked me" I explained 

We laughed about it before actually planning our date after texting our parents to make sure they'd be willing to take us and make the reservation at the restaurant we wanted to go to for us as we aren't actually old enough to do that. On the way home from the park I couldn't stop smiling thinking about going on a date with Jude after all these years of friendship and feelings on both sides but never at the same time. When we got to my house Jude grabbed my hand and leaned in to kiss my cheek which made me blush like I've never blushed before but it felt right being with Jude in this way. 

19 years old 

I'd have never guessed that the airport would be so busy on Valentine's Day but I guess it makes sense with people going away or going to visit long distance partners which is what I'm doing so I guess I'm part of the problem. Since Jude went to Germany our relationship has changed quite a lot but we are still just as happy as before. Originally I was supposed to move with him and join Dortmund's women's team but I tore my acl over a year ago and haven't been able to play again since so instead I opted to go to university instead. Last year we couldn't be together to celebrate so we had a date over FaceTime but this year I'm surprising Jude as he has no idea I'm coming. With the help of some of his teammates who I knew well from coming to visit as much as I can I've planned dinner at a nice restaurant and then we are going to a show at a nearby theatre but most importantly I'm going to Jude's apartment to wait for him to come home from training to surprise him with it all. 

My flight landed a bit late but I got through the airport quickly so I managed to get to the apartment with about half an hour to spare before Jude is due home. I spent my time freshening up a bit and setting out the presents I got him on the coffee table. When I heard him opening the door I got up and ran to hide somewhere to really make it a surprise. He came in and saw what I'd left for him on the coffee table and started to read the card which is when I came out from the room I was hiding in and snuck up until I could sit next to him. I managed to make him jump then he just stared at me and didn't say anything. 

"What are you doing here?" He asked when he was able to speak 

"I thought I'd come and surprise you as we didn't get to spend valentines together last year" I said 

"I've missed you so much I'm so happy you're here" he said 

"I'm here for a few days so we can spend plenty of time together but tonight I have things planned for us so we need to get ready in an hour" I said 

"What have you planned?" He asked 

"We are going to dinner at that restaurant that you said is really nice and then afterwards we are going to the local theatre to watch a show" I said 

"That sounds amazing I'm so impressed you've managed to pull this off" he said 

"I had a bit of help so hopefully it all goes to plan" I said 

"As long as I get to be with you it doesn't matter what goes wrong I'll have a good time" he said 

21 years old - present day 

The last year or so has been a rollercoaster once Jude moved to Madrid and settled in I joined him to do my masters degree instead of staying home for another year. Because of all this last year we didn't celebrate valentines at all really as Jude was away for a game and I had exams but this year he's promised me he's going to go all out to make up for it. I have no classes today so Jude booked appointments for me to get my hair, nails and makeup done so all I have to do is pick an outfit when I get home which is already a lot but he made sure to make it clear that this is only the beginning. 

My first appointment was my hair appointment so I just got a trim and got it styled then came makeup which I left up to the makeup artist as she definitely knows better than I do. I already looked so much better just after that but I still had one more appointment. Jude remembered where I like to go to get my nails done so he booked the appointment with the girl I always go to so we got to catch up as it's been a while since I've had someone other than me do my nails. Usually I have ideas of what I want to do but this time I didn't so she suggested some someone French tips so that's what we did. My nail girl is good but today she took extra care in making sure they were perfect and wouldn't let me leave until she was happy but it was so worth it. 

After all of my appointments I felt really good about myself even more so when I got home and got dressed in the dress I decided I wanted to wear. Jude also put on his outfit which he looked so good in so I insisted that we take pictures together before we leave as we never both look this good one of us is always having a bad hair day so we have to take advantage of both feeling good about ourselves. After taking pictures Jude told me we needed to leave as there was a car waiting outside for us which was I was expecting to just be an Uber or something but it was actually a really fancy car. The driver greeted us and offered us glasses of champagne which is definitely not what I was expecting but Jude did say he was going to go all out so I should've seen it coming. 

The car took us to a really nice restaurant which surprisingly wasn't too busy despite it being Valentine's Day. The place was definitely decked out for the occasion as there were candles on all the tables and lots of roses all around including a few rose petals on each table. Dinner was lovely all of the food was amazing and we had a great time but that wasn't all Jude had planned so we got back into the car which took us to this beautiful park in the city. As it was dark no one else was around so we walked around for a bit and then made our way to the big lake in the middle of it. 

I was enjoying the view looking at the reflection of the moon in the water when I felt Jude's hand slip out of mine so I looked over to see if he was ok. When I did I saw him down on one knee holding a ring box. I really didn't expect Jude to propose tonight so I was shocked but also incredibly happy as he truly is the love of my life so getting married to him is something I've dreamed of a lot. Jude grabbed one of my hands while my other one went to wipe the tears that were falling down my face completely out of my control. 

"Y/n since we met when we were little kids we've had a connection that I've never experienced with anyone else and when we started dating I realised I was the luckiest person on earth get to be with my best friend and soulmate now I think it's time to ask if you'll marry me and be my valentine forever" he said 

"Y-yes of course I'll marry you" I managed to stutter out as he slid the ring on my finger

"Thank god I was so nervous you'd say no" he laughed 

"Why would I ever say no" I said 

"I don't know I was just worried you'd think this is too much or a bit corny to do it on Valentine's Day but this day has been important throughout our relationship so it felt fitting to get engaged on the day we had our first date all those years ago" he said 

"Its perfect it means so much to me that you thought so much about it that's what I really care about" I said 

"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you" he said 

"Me too" I smiled 

[ateezscupid]

─── FEB FILTH FEST: Streets - PHONE SEX ♡

SUMMARY / Because of your boyfriend's busy schedule, the only time you two can hangout is on the phone.

warnings ✩ SMUT, switch!jongho, switch!reader, fem!reader, established relationship, phone sex, masturbation, voice kink, idol!au, funny dirty talk (hilarious couple warning!!), praise, both of you are needy and desperate as hell

word count ✩ 2,03k

tags ✩ @desirehorizon @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @bbdeongi @dawn-iscozy @xh01bri @mallielovssyou @clxssy1997 @soreberry @nopension @kitten4sannie @faeriehwas @lustfxq @ashistrashhhhhh @hwallazia

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST / FEB FILTH FEST

"Jonghooo," you held your phone up to your face, fixing your pillow underneath your head. "When do you think you'll be free again?"

"I'm not sure, babe," he sighed, the sound of his voice echoing over the speaker. "The label keeps pushing our comeback date and I can't really do much about that."

You huff, feeling the weight of his words. "It's just…it's been so long since we've actually seen each other and touched each other."

"I knowwww," he says gently, "but you know how much this means to me. To us."

"I knowww! But I miss you! And I need you," you pouted, the ache of loneliness tightening in your chest.

"Really? You need me?" Jongho's voice perked up, a hint of a smile in his tone. "Well, I've got an idea."

You sat up, eyes widening at the sudden excitement in his voice. "What is it?"

"How about I send you something to remember me by?" He suggested, his smile growing. "Something you're very familiar with?"

"Like what? One of those plushies that I said I wanted!?" You ask hopefully, thinking of the cuddly toy version of Jongho that you had pointed out at the fan meet.

"Better," he said mysteriously. "Hold on,"

You could hear him rustling around in his sheets, the sound of a zipper and more rustling. He went quiet for a moment and all you did was hum patiently, staring at your phone's screen until a notification popped up. A message from Jongho.

"Jongie…" you murmured as you tapped the notification, expecting a photo or a voice note. Instead, you found a short video. The screen lit up with Jongho's smiling face, his cheeks a little flushed and his hair messier than usual.

"Aw, cute-!" you paused seeing him angle the camera down to show the growing bulge in his pants, "Oh my god, Jongho."

"Hm?" He hummed, feigning innocence as he looked up at the camera. "I figured, if I can't be with you, you could be with me, in a way." His hand wrapped around the bulge, stroking it lightly, and your heart raced.

"Jongho, are you-" You stuttered, blushing deeply as you watched his fingers deftly unbutton his pants, "are you really going to do that?"

"D'you not want me to?" He teased, his hand still playing with the zipper of his pants. His eyes sparkled with mischief, the camera catching every moment as he slowly lowered it to reveal the outline of his hardening length.

"We've just never done this before! You've never jerked off to me on the phone! At least - not to my knowledge…" You whispered, your voice shaking with a mix of excitement and nerves.

Jongho chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours through the camera. "Well, tonight will be your first time having virtual sex with me." He chuckles a bit. "But if you're uncomfortable, I can always just send a picture…"

"Hell no, I've been horny all fucking week." you blurted out, your face burning hotter than a volcano. "I want the full experience," you added, trying to play it cool despite the way your heart was racing and your panties were already getting wet at the thought.

Jongho grinned. "Alright, if you're sure," He said, his hand sliding his zipper down. You watched, your eyes glued to the screen as his cock sprang free. It was thick and hard, standing tall against the black fabric of his boxers. You bit your lower lip, your breath hitching.

"S-So what do I do, just, like, talk you through it? Do I finger myself? What?" You asked, trying to sound more confident than you felt. Your hand hovered over your own shorts, unsure of how to proceed.

"Duh, finger yourself," Jongho chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "And lemme see, pretty."

"Shut up!" you roll your eyes and push your shorts and underwear down, laying back down on your bed. You spread your legs, feeling a thrill run through your body as you realized how exposed you were. You looked at the phone screen, watching Jongho's cock throb slightly in the dim light of his room.

"Wow, it's like we're in a movie," you giggle nervously, trying to ease the tension.

Jongho laughs, stroking himself more confidently now. "Yeah, like a really, really X-rated version of 'You've Got Mail'."

"You've got dick." you bite your lip, rubbing your clit in circles. "It's definitely more exciting than a good book and a cup of tea," you tease, trying to lighten the mood.

"You don't even drink tea." you could hear his voice becoming more strained with each stroke and you shakily giggle.

"Well, I don't have a penis either, but here we are," you quipped, sliding a finger into your wet folds and letting out a soft moan.

"S-Shut up! You know I hate that word, it's so awkward!"

"Penis," you whisper and giggle, turning to your side and moving your clit faster. "F-Fuck,"

Jongho chuckled, his hand moving in a steady rhythm. "B-Baby, that's not helping!" He groaned, his eyes half-closed with pleasure. "But it's definitely hot."

"What's hot?" You ask, your voice low and sultry.

"D-Don't make me say it again…" he mumbles, hissing as he rubbed his tip with his thumb, a bead of precum glistening in the soft light.

You laugh, the sound echoing through the phone. "Fine, but you know I'm just teasing," you pant, your own hand sliding in and out of your pussy, the wetness of your arousal coating your fingers. "M-My fingers are barely doing anything.."

"Use your dildo." Jongho suggested with a grin, his eyes flickering down to the bedside drawer where you kept your favorite toy. "I want to watch you really go at it."

You blush but don't hesitate. You're already feeling hot and bothered, and the thought of using your dildo while he watches sends a thrill through you. You grab it and show it to the camera. "Is this what you meant?"

"Fuck, y-yeah," Jongho stutters, his hand moving faster on his cock. "That's it, babe. Make it real for me."

You roll your eyes, but the heat in his voice sends a shiver down your spine. You grab your dildo and lube it up, the sound of the squelching noise making you giggle. "Okay, okay, I'll be your porn star for the night."

"Oh, you don't have to go that far," Jongho teases, his hand moving in a steady rhythm. "But if it's for me, I won't complain."

You roll your eyes and stick your tongue out at the camera playfully. "You're such a pervert." You lay back down and spread your legs, angling the camera down and rubbing your dildo up and down yours folds.

Jongho laughs, his eyes glued to the screen. "It's not like I haven't seen it before," he says, his voice thick with desire. "But, fuck, watching you do it to yourself is so much hotter than I thought it'd be. Is this what you do when I'm not there?"

"No, I normally just dry and throw a temper tantrum," you deadpan, sliding the dildo inside yourself with a gasp. The coolness of the silicon against your warmth sends a shiver down your spine, and you watch Jongho's eyes widen slightly at the sight. "But, for you," you giggle at the camera, "I'll make an exception."

"You're so mean," Jongho groaned playfully, his strokes becoming more erratic as he watched you start to fuck yourself with the dildo. "But, god, it's hot."

"Am I doing it right?" You ask, your voice a little shaky as you thrust the toy deeper. "You know, for the camera?"

"Y-Yeah," Jongho nodded, his eyes glued to the screen as he watched you thrust the dildo in and out of your wet pussy. "Y-You're doing it just right."

You smirked, feeling a sense of power in knowing you could drive him wild with just your voice and movements. "G-Good to know I'm not completely out of practice, fuck," you said, adding a little more force behind each thrust. "But you're supposed to tell me what to do," you panted. "Boss me around."

"Talk you through it?" Jongho echoed your words, a playful smirk curling on his lips as he watched you work the dildo. "Pretend it's me inside you, baby. That's it, just like that."

"H-How do you want it?" You ask, your voice teasing as you increased your pace, watching his cock jerk in response.

"F-Fast, like I'm fucking you," Jongho managed to say, his eyes glued to the screen as he watched you fuck yourself.

"Fuck, you're so bossy," you giggle, the sensation of the dildo inside you feeling more and more intense as you sped up. "Ohmygod, fuck-!"

"Sorry, baby, I just wanna see you come apart," Jongho's voice was strained, his breaths heavy with desire. "Pretend it's my cock, okay?"

"Mm, I wish it was. I wish so bad," you murmured, closing your eyes and picturing him above you, imagining the time he had you pinned to the bed. "Tell me what you're doing to yourself."

Jongho took a deep breath, trying to keep the conversation light despite his raging arousal. "I'm just… playing with it," he said, his hand tightening around his shaft. "But knowing it's for you is making me so fucking hard."

"Yeah, 'cuz you're obsessed with me," your voice trembles as you push your dildo deeper, feeling it hit your g-spot repeatedly. "F-Fuckfuckfuck-! Oh my god, yes-"

Jongho laughs, his hand flying over his cock, his eyes never leaving your screen. "You're so easy," he teases, his voice thick with arousal. "But that's what I love about you."

"S-Shut up!" You giggle, feeling the heat in your cheeks as you push the dildo deeper. "It's just because I miss you so much -- now please tell me you're close before I squirt all over my fucking sheets-"

Jongho's laugh is cut short by a deep groan. "I-I'm getting there," he pants, his hand moving rapidly. "Fuck, it feels so good,"

"Mm, t-tell me," you encourage, your breath hitching as you feel your orgasm building. "Tell me exactly how it feels."

"It's… tight," Jongho says, his voice strained as he watches you fuck yourself with the dildo. "Like you're squeezing me, baby."

"Well damn, how hard are you squeezing?" you giggle before moaning once again, the dildo's fullness inside of you making your toes curl. "I-I'm gonna come, Jongie," you warned, your voice breathy and full of need.

"Do it," he encourages, his strokes growing more erratic. "Come for me, baby."

"You first," you challenge, your eyes glued to the screen. "I want to watch you lose it."

Jongho's eyes light up with excitement. "W-We can just do it together."

You nod and continue to move your dildo, a moan forcing itself out of your throat as you throw your head back, closing your thighs around your own wrist as you came, squirting loads onto your arm and your sheets. "F-Fuck, ah!"

"Oh my -- god, fuck baby, I'm coming-" Jongho's words were chopped by a guttural moan as he watched you squirt across your bed, his own climax approaching rapidly.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" you teased, your breathing heavy as you watched him. "Wish it was me doing that to you."

That sent him over the edge, He let out what you assumed was a whimper as spurts of cum landed on his wrist and stomach, his abs tensing with the force of his orgasm. "F-Fuck, baby," he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure.

You laugh, watching him try to catch his breath, your own hand still moving slightly, the aftershocks of your orgasm still pulsing through you. "Well, that was one hell of a performance," you say, your voice still shaky with pleasure.

"My favorite porn star," he mocked your joke from earlier, his voice still a little shaky.

"I'm gonna go clean up. I'm all wet and sticky and slimy and my sheets are ruined." You giggle, your cheeks flushed and your chest heaving with post-orgasmic breaths.

Jongho chuckles, his hand still wrapped around his cock, now softening. "Yeah, me too. At least we had fun making the mess."

[gayofthefae]

True reason Byler is canon? Will's feelings serve no purpose for MILKVAN.

Honestly, I've said before I'm a bandwagon fan because I can't handle the heartbreak of it, so I was thinking of if I had to rewatch it and jump ship.

And I don't think I could on this one. It feels too much like "their love beats all odds and...!...overcomes...queerness? He was almost queer but they saved it and he came back to her?" what is the obstacle here?

You say it's the I love you, but then how do Will's feelings factor in at all? Because having 0 impact on Mike not only isn't how writing works but also the prospect of that was erased heavy handedly by the painting and Will encouraging Mike for the ily speech. Will's feelings must serve Mike's story, even if, unfortunately for the message to queer people, that is his story with El.

And that doesn't mean encouraging it. Will easily could done that as a friend. Often a love triangle in some way or another teaches you what you really wanted, I don't feel that they can successfully imply that he didn't know that was El, and season 4 does not show the realization that Will has feelings for him driving him further to El because he realizes, more like Nancy with Steve and Jonathan, that it IS her he really wants. Of course, honestly, the best execution of that would require him to be bisexual and have been considering Will but realize El was his true person.

But that isn't what happened. He already told her he loved her and went back to her and that wasn't the motivation for it. His actions on the surface were unrelated to Will, which means that they were motivated by him in yet to be revealed ways. Those ways could technically be heterosexual and platonic, but it remains true that a character must be impacted by the other's actions. Both must be or it doesn't serve enough of a purpose and it has been poorly written, a waste of time for the character receiving.

If all he needed was to feel loved by Will or to be encouraged, Will did not need to have feelings for him.

If I rewatched this show for Mlvn, Will wouldn't even be an obstacle they overcame, which he should be. Either Will's feelings for Mike and El make Mike and El stronger than they would have been without them or they exist to be satisfied and reciprocated. Those are the only two options, and as it exists, Mike and El do not have a threat to their relationship to be overcome as their entire issue has been resolved - "4 seasons of buildup", right? They did it. It's finished. And that wasn't Will's service to the plot. He DID have impact on it. But his romantic feelings did not. They had 0 bearing on his ability to help get them where they needed to be. His 4x05 advice on telling the truth was about him being gay, not his feelings, and what he passed on from El had no reason to not be true.

Will's feelings have no impact on their romantic relationship. We've covered that his queerness is important but his feelings are useless to his arc whether he ends up with someone else or not (he could have realized through an endgame boy or through Tom Cruise, it could have been anything and didn't need a stepping stone realization boy, let alone set-back heartbreak), but we need to also acknowledge that they have no impact on Mike and El's relationship, or anyone else at all for that matter.

If they do not end up together, his feelings are effectively useless. If you wanted active representation of life without actionable messages or themes, watch a movie about somebody's honest to God day to day that has no purpose or plot, just then going to work coming home cooking and going to sleep. I mean, it's accurate.

Bringing it back to Little Women comparisons, if Mike and El are endgame then that would make Will Jo instead of Amy. But Mike is still Laurie. And part of what drives Laurie is having the comparison of a different kind of love, even if romantic, to contrast his with Amy when he finds it, and his heartbreak matures him to where he needs to be when he reaches her. But this all requires him to have had feelings for the Jo character, and even if the contrast were used to show the difference between platonic and romantic, he would at some point have had to be unsure of that with the Jo character. The perceived romance with Jo would have also had to explicitly come first. These are all things that would have had to happen already.

There is one season left, yes. But the way the conflicts and timing have been written, it is already too late for Will's feelings to impact their relationship - that they would not been together in the end without his feelings for Mike specifically driving them towards each other, the same way I expect Steve's to be a wake-up call for Nancy.

Will's feelings would have to teach Mike or El something that brings them closer and overcome a previous internal threat to their relationship. But they overcame his threat without even knowing about his romantic feelings and as a result of actions that were not dependent on them - Will could have even said the exact same painting speech but as himself platonically, the hiding is what makes it romantic. They overcame it before Will's feelings could even get involved. So, yes, there is a 5th season. But they're supposedly closer than ever with the multi-season threat to their relationship gone, and they did it without the impact of his romantic feelings, so

They are useless. They are painful, unactionable, and simply would be a drag to rewatch - which is the opposite of their leading intention with this show. UNLESS, Mike reciprocates.

To be useful is to change the course of the story. Will did change the course through his encouragements. Will did not change the course by any use of his romantic feelings. Meaning from HERE, the course needs to be changed...and Mike and El's doesn't need any more fixing. So which direction do we go for them now?

I think that answers itself, there is only one. Away. We move away.

Will must break them up, it is the only thing left for them to do. And there is only one way that he could do that that cannot be saved.

Will's romantic feelings are useless to all parties unless Mike reciprocates and it is too late to make them useful if he doesn't. In fact, the only way they have been useful up until this point is if his feelings already posed a threat to their relationship, only possible by reciprocation.

"Mike is unimpacted by Will's feelings!" Really? Because if Mike and El were endgame he would actually HAVE to be.

If Mike had already had romantic feelings for Will, Mlvn endgame would be more likely. He didn't. His feelings are useless to every character in the show. Professional writers don't write useless things.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Heyyy Heyyy, your writing is gold 🤤 may I request some 90s izzy smut? In where the reader is in one of the biggest girl rock bands and guns n roses are trying to get them to open for them, it didn't rlly work but izzy had a crush/obsession with reader, breaking to her hotel room just to "try convincing them 1 last time" but 1 thing lead to another and smuttt ... u feel me? Breeding kink if u don't mind aswell 😅😅😅

A/n: This is so not how Izzy talks, I need to watch more interviews with him

I lost motivation half way through THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD IDEA AND IT WAS GOING SO GOOD writers block is back 😩

Warnings: smut, fingering (f receiving), breeding kink, slight angst, izzy is a bit of a stalker, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

It upset you at first, having to turn down the opening spot for Guns N' Roses, you thought they were a great band and everything, cool guys with a great rhythm and feel to them, but your manager basically forbid you from doing so.

You weren't an opening band, you'd been hitting top ten pretty regularly with your last three albums. You had yet to hit number one but you were getting pretty close.

You could feel it in your next album, it was scheduled to come out right around Guns 'Use Your Ilusion' albums were supposed to come out, which gave them the idea to bring you along with them.

"It's just one tour, think of it as co-headlining." You tried to reason. You were sitting on a couch in the recording studio, there were just a few parts of a few songs your bandmates wanted to rerecord. Everything had to be perfect and you weren't apposed to spending a little extra for that perfect sound.

"But it's not co-headlining." Your manager spoke, pacing back and forth. "It's opening, you'd be the opening band, that's pathetic! You'd be right back at the bottom!" You rolled your eyes at him.

"We've never headlined before, just because you decided that's what we are doesn't make it true." You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

Your manager shot you a glare and you took that as your cue to take a break, hurriedly leaving the room and heading down the hall. There was a small café just across the street so you were headed there.

As you walked down the hall you passed Slash who looked past the point of exhaustion. You didn't want to ask so you just kept walking.

There was a crosswalk straight outside the recording studio, you marched right along to the other side but you only made it halfway before someone called out for you and you spun around to see Izzy Stradlin, the rhythm guitarist for Guns, stamping out his cigarette.

You hurried back across the street to talk to him and see what he wanted. "I heard you guys are almost done with the record?" He asked, wiping his hands on his jeans.

You nodded. "Just reworking a few parts, but it's coming together great." You said, a proud smile spread across your face. "Why do you ask?"

Izzy's eyes trailed over your figure before he brought his gaze back to meet yours. "Last chance to hop on our tour?" He suggested, leaning back against the brick wall.

You chewed your cheek. You wanted to agree, you wanted to go on that tour, it's all you wanted, but you knew you couldn't. "I will see what I can do, but I make no guarantees." You said, sticking your hands in your jacket pockets.

"Your managers a bitch." He said with a smirk. "He doesn't get to dictate you like that, you know? He works for you, not the other way around."

You inhaled deeply and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I know... He just- he makes sense most of the time, he works great with us... I don't know what other manager we'd get." Izzy nodded in understanding before digging through his pocket. He pulled out a pack cigarettes along with a lighter and his wallet.

You eyed him curiously as he filtered through the leather piece and pulled out some cash, holding it out for you to take. He waved it when you didn't immediately take it. "You're going to the café, right?" You nodded. "It's on me, then."

You gave a small nod and took the twenty, confusion written all over your face, and turned to head back across the street to the café.

By the time you came back around Izzy was gone, you didn't pay much attention to his disappearance and just went back up to your booked studio to see how things were going.

You didn't live in L.A., you didn't have friends in L.A., so you got a hotel room to stay in. It wasn't a very nice hotel because you got the cheapest place you could find. You consoled yourself by reminding yourself that were only supposed to stay for a few days, that it was a small price to pay for the record.

You used your key to unlock the door, pushing it open. You let out a heavy sigh as you dropped your bag, the thud of it landing on the carpeted floor was followed by a scream from you when you saw a figure lying on the bed.

You slammed your hand on the wall to get the light on, you calmed down some when you recognized the man as Izzy but it was still terrifying.

"H-how the hell did you find me?" You asked, seeing it as the most pressing question. Your room was ground level, there was a breeze flowing in, it wasn't hard to figure out how he got in.

"I asked your bandmates." He said simply. "I told them I thought you were pretty and wanted to see you later, didn't realize I'd scare you shitless." He said with a laugh. "Although, you definitely look pretty when you're screaming."

You huffed and stepped further into the room. "Out." You ordered, pointing to the door. "Now. Leave."

"I could leave, but I'll just come back around." He said, getting up from the bed. "Come on, make it easy." He purred as he came closer, backing you against the wall.

"I'm serious, Izzy." You said, hoping the quiver in your voice wasn't too obvious. "Get. Out. Of my. Hotel room. Now." His hands found your hips, pinning you to the wall.

"I just wanted to come and make sure you were sure about not touring with us." He said, bringing a hand up to your face. "I want to make sure." His thumb caressed your cheek, moving down and swiping over your bottom lip. "You're sure you don't want to spend a few months with us? Just playing for the fans?" His thumb pushed into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue so you couldn't respond.

Izzy's free hand went to unbutton your jeans, slowly pulling down the zipper. He replaced his thumb with two fingers, letting you suck on them. "Make sure they're nice and wet, darling." Your knees buckled as the name fell from his lips, the rasp of his voice hitting your ears.

He got your jeans halfway down your thighs before he went for your panties, snapping them off of you. "You don't need those anymore, do you?" You shook your head, his digits still prodding around your mouth.

He tossed the fabric to the ground and pulled his fingers from your mouth, bringing them down to your heated core. "You're already so wet, I didn't even need you to do that, did I?" He asked, smiling widely down at you as the pads of his fingers danced around your clit, making your eyes flutter. "Could've just slipped in anyway. I bet you're already prepped, too."

Your hands went to his shoulders, looking for anything to hold onto as he pushed both digits into you. He let you adjust to the intrusion before he thrust them in and out of you.

He used his free hand to hold you against the wall, pinning you by the shoulder. He wanted to watch every emotion that crossed your face, every little detail he wanted to take in.

Your lips parted with soft moans that only got louder as he brought you closer to the edge, slim fingers curling so perfectly inside you. Your hips bucked into his hand and his chuckled. "That's it, just like that." He purred. "Get off on my fingers." He closed the gap between you two, pressing his lips to yours in a warm kiss, completely opposite to the way his fingers were abusing your cunt right now.

Your moans fell from your lips onto his, his tongue slipping into your mouth. Your thighs pressed together, locking around his hand for a second. You needed him to keep moving his hand, you were so close.

He let you ride out your high on his fingers, curling them just right inside of you as heat washed over your body and your walls fluttered around his digits before he pulled them out, leaving your cunt aching dully at the sudden emptiness.

"Fuck, Izzy..." You breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, his lips pressed against yours.

"Are you reconsidering?" He asked against you, barely pulling away.

You shook your head. "Don't-don't think about that right now, think about this." You mumbled, needy for more of his touch.

Izzy hummed against you and got on his knees, taking your jeans with him. He looked up at you and caught the blush dusting over your cheeks, the slight widen of your eyes.

He gave a quick kiss to your clit before he stood up again, his hands sliding up your sides to pull your shirt off over your head. He unclipped your bra and tossed it over with the rest of your clothes.

Your eyes trailed down his pale body, slim torso, veiny cock blushing at the tip. He tilted your head back up, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. "See something you like?"

You bit your lip and nodded. Your legs were already shaky, you didn't want to think about what you'd be like afterwards.

Izzy didn't give you much time to think about it before he was hiking your legs up around his waist, holding your ass and using his body to pin you against the wall.

You felt him between your legs, cock hard against your core. You ground your hips against him and he let out a low groan while you bit back a moan.

His grip on you tightened and he pulled a hand away to line himself up with you, pushing into your relaxed cunt. Your face scrunched, eyes screwing shut in pleasure.

Izzy groaned low in your ear as he felt your warm walls engulfing him. “You feel so good.” He purred, pecking your lips. “Don’t know how long I can last with you squeezing me like that.”

Your fingers laced through his hair, pulling at the dark strands. Izzy’s eyes fluttered and his hips thrust into you.

Soon the room was filled with your moans again, along with skin slapping and Izzy’s grunts that got higher and more desperate the longer he went.

He swallowed thickly, hand holding your face in a firm grip. “Look at you, a whiny, moaning mess.” He said through gritted teeth. “You’ll look even prettier once your belly rounds out.” Your brow raised slightly but you were too focused on how good he felt dragging against you. “Can’t stay away from me if you’re carrying my kid.”

This was his plan for getting your band on the tour? By giving you a kid?

You couldn’t care less right now, not when you were so close and he fucked you so good.

Your moans just got louder until you finally came on him, and he followed not long after but his thrusts didn’t stop. “Gotta keep it in you, don’t I?” He asked, heaving breaths. “Make sure you’re nice and fat with my kid.”

You knew you’d seriously have to think about this tour now.

[whosscruffylooking]

The Purest Things: Hunter/Hunted Part 2 (Omnivore)

Aaron Hotchner x Fem! ReaderWord Count: 4k Warnings: Murder. Blood. Death. Weapons. Canon typical violence. Everything that makes Criminal Minds, Criminal Minds. a/n: i am freaking out over this 100 arc. i literally said screw the other WIPS we are jumping straight there. The Purest Things Masterlist

au! march 2009

Bookend: "I have learned over the years that when one's mind is made up, this diminishes fear; knowing what must be done does away with fear." -Rosa Parks

You and Hotch remain in his hotel room, scouring through pictures and paperwork, trying to find something—anything—that could point you in the right direction. Whenever you think you’re getting close to a breakthrough, something pulls you in elsewhere. The Reaper is taunting you, always staying one step ahead, his clues never leading where you need them to.

A sharp knock at the door interrupts your focus, and you jump slightly. You realize it’s not the best look to be caught alone in your boss’s hotel room. Hotch shoots you a quick glance and silently gestures for you to stay out of view.

He moves to the door and opens it just enough to peek through. You hear Rossi’s voice, low but urgent.

“Hotch, we've been called to another crime scene. A bus. We need to go now. Bring Y/N, I know she’s in there.”

You sit up straighter, the adrenaline kicking in as you exchange a brief look with Hotch. He doesn’t hesitate before nodding, turning back to you, "Ready?"

You nod quickly, gathering your things, your mind already shifting gears. Hotch moves toward the door to let you out, but Rossi’s voice becomes more insistent this time.

“He’s escalating, Hotch. A bus. This isn’t just another random act. He’s going bigger. We’re looking at something far worse if we don’t stop him soon.”

The weight of Rossi’s words settles in the room. Hotch’s eyes don’t leave you. He knows the stakes are higher now.

“Let’s go,” Hotch says, his tone clipped, decisive. You follow him without delay. Whatever this new development means, it’s clear that the Reaper is intensifying, and you’re about to dive into the chaos headfirst.

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At the crime scene, you walk alongside Hotch, your eyes scanning him as much as the surroundings. There’s a heaviness in his steps that you haven’t seen before. When you approach the bus, he hesitates. Without thinking, you touch his arm lightly, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his jacket.

“We’re in this together,” you say, your voice collected despite the unease churning in your stomach.

He gives you a brief nod, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly. But you don’t miss the exhaustion in his eyes.

As you step onto the bus, the stench of blood and death hits you like a wave. You immediately pull your shirt over your nose, struggling to keep the bile from rising in your throat. The sight of the carnage is overwhelming—bodies slumped over seats, blood pooling on the floor.

“Six bodies, not including the driver,” Rossi announces grimly from behind you.

You force yourself to focus, even as your stomach betrays you. “He used guns this time and then finished off with his knife,” you note, your voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt.

Hotch stops near the driver’s seat, his expression tightening as he crouches down. “Arthur Lanessa’s wedding ring,” he reveals, his voice laden with guilt and frustration.

Your heart twinges at his tone, the way it carries the weight of every victim he couldn’t save. You step closer to him, instinctively putting yourself between him and the chaos behind you.

“Hotch,” you say, concern laced in your voice as you notice his face pale and his balance waver ever so slightly. “Are you okay?”

He doesn’t respond, not immediately. His eyes stay fixed on the driver as though he’s trying to absorb the loss and turn it into something actionable. But you can see the toll it’s taking on him.

“What did he take?” Rossi asks from further down the aisle.

Hotch exhales, his outrage barely contained. “Does it matter?” he snaps, defeated, as he stands abruptly and heads toward the exit.

You glance at Rossi, unsure.

“Go,” Rossi says gently, his voice kind and understanding.

“Me?” you ask, taken aback. “You’d get through to him before I ever could.”

Rossi arches an eyebrow, his expression knowing. “Are you sure about that?” He nods toward the exit, urging you forward.

You hesitate for a moment before moving, your feet carrying you after Hotch, your heart pounding harder with every step. As you turn the corner, you spot him retreating into an alley, his hand running over his face, his posture rigid.

“Hotch,” you call out, trying to steady your voice despite the concern clawing at your chest. But he doesn’t stop.

“Aaron!” you say more audible, desperation creeping into your tone.

He freezes at the sound of his first name, turning toward you. His usually stoic face is cracked wide open, the weight of his emotions finally surfacing. His hands are restless, fidgeting as if searching for a place to channel the storm within him. His eyes, rimmed with unshed tears, meet yours, and their raw vulnerability almost takes your breath away.

“Talk to me,” you implore, stepping closer. You can see the battle waging inside him, the fierce need to maintain control warring with the sheer heaviness of the moment.

“I hung up on him, and then he does this." He clamors as though trying to force his emotions back into submission, his composure slipping moment by moment.

“Aaron,” your tone firm yet gentle, your eyes wide with worry. “None of this is your fault.”

His breath hitches, and finally, a tear escapes, tracing a path down his cheek. He swiftly turns his head, avoiding your gaze. 

“It is,” he whispers, his voice trembling. His lip quivers as he exhales shakily, trying to hold himself together.

You step closer, closing the distance between you, searching his face for something—anything—that might guide you in this moment. Your mind races as you try to think of what Rossi would say and how he would pull Aaron back from the edge.

Instead, an idea forms, reckless but fueled by your need to pull him out of the spiral. You unholster your gun and hold it out, your voice subdued. “Okay then, here.”

His eyes snap to yours, startled, then drop to the weapon in your hands. He looks utterly lost for a moment, as though the gesture has shattered the walls he’s so carefully built. His hand instinctively rises to his face, covering his eyes as if shielding himself from an unbearable truth. He turns away, his fingers pressing against the bridge of his nose, his shoulders trembling almost as if he’s trying to crawl out of his own skin.

"What? I mean, you practically killed them yourself, Aaron," you say firmer now. "Get it over with. No need to worry about us. We'll catch this son of a bitch without you."

He's desperate, running his hand over his face, pinching his temples, shaking profusely now. You've struck a nerve.

“I don’t need that,” he says hoarsely, his voice shuddering but stronger now. “I don’t—God, I can’t—”

“Then what is it, Aaron? Tell me. Let me help you,” you plead with him, your voice delicate but anguished, as if you could pull the weight off his shoulders just by offering to carry it with him.

“Y/N, I had ten years to do something about it,” he expresses, frustration bubbling over.

“Shaunessy is the one who took the deal! You had no idea what evil was being done behind the scenes. For ten years, how many lives did you save because of the cases you’ve worked?” You’re not angry, just trying to make him see the truth, to remind him of all the lives he’s touched for the better.

“But I kept coming back to this one, to this profile,” he restates, his voice tinged with regret. The weight of it all is too much for him to bear.

“If you want to end up like Shaunessy or Gideon, blaming yourself for everything, go ahead,” you bite, “But Aaron, you are not them. You are among the most remarkable and powerful men I have ever met. As long as there is a fight for justice, you are right in the middle of it. Like you said, you’re the guy who catches these bastards.”

The stillness between you feels suffocating, but you don’t break it. He needs to hear this, even if it’s not what he wants to accept right now. You stand by him, determined.

After a long beat, he nods in a barely noticeable motion, his shoulders sagging as if letting go of something heavy. His breath is unsteady as he looks at you again, his face streaked with tears.

“They are the bad guys for a reason,” you continue, your voice calming with empathy. “And we profile them for a reason. It’s their fault, Aaron. It is always their fault. You are doing your job, and when you stop doing it, someone else will. Maybe not as good as you, but they’ll try.”

He exhales gradually, a quiet thanks slipping from his lips, barely audible. 

You reach for him, your hand resting on his shoulder in a grounding gesture, offering him strength. “We’re in this together. Always.”

He doesn’t say anything in return, but his posture relaxes. 

“Let’s get back to work,” he resolves like he’s found a small part of himself again.

“Right behind you,” you assure him as you fall into step beside him, ready to face whatever comes next. Together.

Aaron approaches Rossi, the two trailing behind you, as you return to the bus to continue your search. You’re focused, eyes scanning the exterior for any details that might have slipped through the cracks, but part of you is aware of their conversation, just out of earshot.

“Who’s idea was it for her to come after me?” Aaron asks, his exhaustion evident.

Rossi smiles, a knowing glint in his eyes. “The world may never know,” he replies, his voice light but not dismissive.

Aaron’s frustration is noticeable as he continues, “She shouldn’t have to reign in her boss. It would have been more proper for you to—”

Rossi cuts him off with a gentle firmness, stepping closer. “She cares about you, Aaron. We both do. You’re more than just our Unit Chief. You are our friend, our family. It shouldn’t matter which of us came after you. We have the same goal in mind: to protect our family.”

Aaron is quiet momentarily, his gaze on you from across the scene. His shoulders stiffen, and he persists, “Still, she shouldn’t have to console me.”

Rossi laughs, shaking his head. “From what I saw, she was holding a gun towards you. Doesn’t seem very consoling, does it?” He smirks slightly, then his expression softens. “It seems like she profiled you—or maybe she just knows you well enough to get through to you. Either way, I really like her, Aaron.”

Hotch watches you from where you stand, his thoughts momentarily preoccupied by Dave’s words. The truth of it sinks in. You meant it when you said you were there for him, no matter what he needed. You were more than just a colleague—more than just the person waving the gun in his face to make sure he listened.

You meant it. And for the first time in a long time, that realization gave him a small sense of peace.

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Back at the precinct, you and Hotch pore over the crime scene photos, each image more unsettling than the last. One in particular grabs your attention—the crimson numbers painted on the bus windows. The thought of what was used to paint them, and how much of it there was to cover the windows, almost makes you recoil.

“Are you alright?” Hotch asks, leaning in a little closer, his voice laced with concern.

You nod, your throat tight, the only response you can manage now.

“He never used code before, so why now? Why these numbers?” he asks, looking to you for insight.

The usual sharpness and quip you rely on don’t come easily now, but as you meet Hotch’s gaze, his quiet hope pushes you to dig deep. You force a breath, pushing past the unease.

“Well, they aren’t part of any obvious pattern or equation,” you say, “But I know I’ve seen them before. Now would be a great time to have Spencer’s freaky memory.”

Hotch lets out a soft chuckle, enough to give you a brief burst of energy. That sense of pride flares back to life in you, revitalizing the moment.

“Foyet said The Reaper likes to attack people in their cars. That’s why he would always take the bus. It was the number 7 bus,” he adds, walking over to the map, “Which stops right in front of Foyet’s apartment.”

“Which means he knows where Foyet lives, and he wants us to know it,” you reply, your voice steady despite the chill creeping in.

“What was the address of his apartment we went to?” he asks, narrowing his eyes as he processes the information.

“Wait,” you say, the puzzle pieces finally clicking together. You pull out the paper Foyet had handed you, listing all his aliases and addresses.

“Hotch, these are all Foyet’s addresses,” you say, your heart racing as the realization sinks in. 

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You and Morgan arrive at one of Foyet’s last known addresses, a quiet, nondescript house. The area feels too still, and the tension in the air weighs heavily on you as you move cautiously toward the front door. Morgan moves ahead, the familiarity of his presence a comfort, though it doesn’t quite dispel the gnawing unease gnawing at your gut.

You approach the house from different angles, your steps quiet and deliberate. As you round the corner, your instincts scream that something is off. You scan the area—no movement, no noise—but the feeling of being watched prickles at your skin.

“Y/N, you good?” Morgan’s voice crackles over the comms, his tone low but laced with concern.

“Yeah. Just… keep your head on a swivel,” you reply, keeping your eyes on every shadow, every movement.

You move toward the back of the house, your hand on your weapon as you glance through a small window. Nothing. No signs of movement. But something doesn’t sit right, and your gut tightens.

Suddenly, you feel the shift in the air, the weight of someone’s presence behind you.

Before you can react, hands seize you from behind, clamping around your throat with brutal force. The pressure is immediate and suffocating, your breath cut off as you struggle to break free. You try to fight back, kicking and squirming, but the attacker is too strong.

In the struggle, your gun slips from your grasp, falling to the ground with a dull thud. You reach for it, but your vision blurs as you gasp for air, every movement growing weaker.

Your attacker’s grip tightens, your head swimming from the lack of oxygen. Your arms fall limp by your sides, the world fading in and out of focus. Panic claws at your chest, but your body is betraying you, growing heavy with each passing second. You manage one last desperate attempt to free yourself, but your vision blacks out before you can make another move.

The last thing you hear is Morgan’s voice, distant but growing louder, calling your name.

•:•.•:•.•:•:•:•:•:•:•:••:•.•:•.•:•:•:•:•:•:•:••:•.•:•.

Hotch doesn’t remember much of what happens between hearing from Morgan that you’re injured and racing to the location. His thoughts blur together in a rush of fear and adrenaline. The car skids to a stop, and without hesitation, he’s out, running toward the building. 

The sounds of sirens, the chaos of paramedics flooding the scene, all feel distant as his mind focuses on one thing—getting to you. He has no idea whether you’re dead or alive, and all Morgan said was, “Come quick.” The words echo in his head, gnawing at him with every step.

“Please, let me through!” He tries to weave between the police officers and paramedics, panic tightening in his chest. Every fiber of his being screams for him to see you, to know you’re okay.

And then, just when his heart feels like it’s going to shatter from the weight of waiting, he hears it.

“Where’s Hotch?”

You. It’s you. Your voice is enough to send him sprinting forward, his legs pushing harder, faster, as if he can outrun the terror gnawing at him.

He reaches the doorway and sees you.

Blood covers your face, your skin battered and bruised, your clothes torn in places. The sight of you like this sends a cold, sharp pain through his chest, and he can’t breathe for a moment. His heart stops, but his legs keep moving, reaching your side.

“I’m right here. I’m here,” Hotch whispers urgently, stepping closer to you. His hands twitch at his sides, aching to reach and touch you, to reassure himself that you’re truly alright. But the room is full of people—paramedics, officers—and the implied boundary of being your boss holds him back.

Your eyes flutter open, weak, and you meet his gaze, but you look… broken.

“I’m so sorry,” you whimper, the words barely escaping your lips. “I—I couldn’t stop him.”

Hotch shakes his head, the emotion in his chest threatening to overtake him. He leans closer to you. “No,” he says firmly, his voice somber, “You’re alive. That’s what matters.”

He watches you as you try to steady your breathing, his heart aching for you. The pain in your voice makes his chest tighten, but he can’t let himself collapse into that panic. Not yet. Not while you’re here with him.

“I think he—” You pause, swallowing hard as emotion swells in your chest. “I think he left you a message.”

Hotch’s blood runs cold. The words hit him like a punch. If The Reaper had used you to get to him, if this was his way of reaching him… Hotch knows nothing good will come of it. And Aaron will ensure he pays for every ounce of pain he’s caused you.

Before Hotch can respond, you nod slightly toward one of the paramedics nearby, signaling them to show him. The medic carefully lifts the blanket draped over your body, revealing the extent of the damage.

Hotch’s breath catches in his throat when he sees it—your abdomen, marred by jagged, hateful letters carved into your skin: AH.

It takes everything in him not to fall apart right there. The rage is immediate, sharp, and icy cold, but it’s mixed with an overwhelming sense of relief that you’re alive. That you’re still here.

Dave appears beside Hotch, his gaze immediately falling on the message carved into your skin. His expression hardens as he gently touches the back of his hand to your face, a silent gesture of comfort and concern. “It’s personal now,” he declares, the weight of the situation settling heavily between them.

You barely have the strength to keep your eyes open, but you manage to whisper, “L-look at Foyet.”

Dave’s gaze flickers to Hotch before responding. “There’s blood in the house that suggests Foyet was killed.”

You shake your head weakly, fighting through the exhaustion and pain. “Please. Just look,” you beg, your voice barely audible but filled with urgency.

Without another word, Hotch storms out of the house, his jaw clenched, his movements sharp and determined. He’s already thinking two steps ahead, the only thing on his mind now is ending this.

Dave stays with you, his presence grounding, though the tension in the air is palpable. He kneels beside you, his voice reassuring.

“We will get him,” Dave promises, the confidence in his words convincing.

•:•.•:•.•:•:•:•:•:•:•:••:•.•:•.•:•:•:•:•:•:•:••:•.•:•.

You aren’t there when the team finally catches The Reaper, aka Foyet. Just as you had feared. Instead, you’re confined to a hospital bed, your body aching, and your mind restless. The sterile beeps of the machines around you are disorienting, a constant reminder of the vulnerability you’ve been forced into. The soft, rhythmic sound is maddening in its repetition, making it feel like time is crawling by, each second stretching longer than the last. All you can do is lie there, wishing you could be out there with your team, doing your part.

A gentle knock comes at your door, and you summon them in. As if answering your silent wish, Hotch appears on the other side, his expression serious but softening when he sees you. “Hotch,” you beam, relief flooding through you despite the pain.

He makes his way slowly to your bedside and sits, his posture fixed yet comforting in its familiarity.

“The doctors told me you’re their most stubborn patient,” he says, his voice tinged with sorrow. “They said their only clue as to when you’re in pain is the heart rate monitor.”

You let out a small, strained chuckle. “It’s not so much stubbornness as it is pride. I don’t want to seem weak.”

He nods, a knowing look in his eyes. “The two run hand in hand.”

Your gaze drifts to his face, eyes locked on his amber gaze. The pain you feel in your body fades to the background as a different ache lingers—an ache you can’t ignore. It’s new, unfamiliar, but you know it well: a longing for something you’re not sure you have the right to want. You want to hug him. You want to lean into him, find comfort in his strength, but the words get stuck in your throat.

“How is—” he starts, but stops himself, his voice trailing off as his eyes move to the bandages that cover your abdomen, shielding the jagged branding now carved into your skin. 

“You can look,” you say sheepishly. “It’s your initials, after all.”

His breath catches in his throat at the thought, as he unwraps the bandages. The reminder of the pain you’ve endured is there underneath, permanently etched into your skin because of him. And yet, that doesn’t seem to be the part that’s affecting him most. It’s the reminder that he couldn’t protect you from it, even as he did everything he could to stop Foyet.

He takes in a long, shaky breath and his eyes trace the carvings with an almost reverent tenderness, but there’s something else in his expression, something deeper—regret. Remorse. You know that look.

“It’s okay, Aaron,” you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. “You caught him. Like you said you would. It’s not your fault.”

But then, you notice the way his shoulders constrict. His jaw tenses. He’s holding something back.

You tilt your head, furrowing your brows, trying to read him. “What is it, Hotch?” Your voice is more insistent now, tinged with concern.

When he doesn’t answer, you feel the knot in your chest tighten. The silence stretches on, heavy and thick, and panic rises within you. You try to sit up more, but the pain flares through you, and you have to surrender back to the bed.

“Please, Aaron,” you beg, the desperation creeping into your voice.

His face hardens slightly, and it feels like the walls are going up between you again, but then, quietly, so quietly you almost don’t hear it, he says, “He escaped.”

Your heart stops. Time stills. Every ounce of hope you had for closure, for peace, shatters in that single moment.

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Taglist: @minkyungseokie

[bookwyrminspiration]

real quick because the fandom's experiencing some growing pains--reminder to be nice to new fans! yes they'll have different dynamics, energies, and ways of doing things, but that's not a bad thing

we are all here to enjoy ourselves, so let them enjoy themselves. we were all new at one point. if its harmless, who cares! block if its that much of a problem/nuisance

we do not need a fandom generational divide, please and thanks <3

(and to new fans: hi! sometimes we have genuine points about etiquette like spam and tagging conventions to make the space better for everyone, but otherwise! just have fun!)

[starlightswordfight]

UHH REMINDER ALSO SINCE I HAVE BEEN SHARING A LOT MORE NEGATIVE THINGS LATELY that amid literally everything that's been going on, there are still things that you can do to retain control in your life in at least some areas!! not everyone can actively protest right now, not everyone has the means and that is OKAY! do what you can when you can!!

this post is a wall of text of me rambling about things you can do Right Now in your community or to keep yourself happy and motivated and going. it's a long one so it's going under read more. I also talk a lot more in the tags

i also use terms like Current Events a lot so I also apologize for the vagueness in some places!! I do not know if this will get flagged if I get more specific and my account has tried to go down twice now

#1: BONDING WITH YOUR COMMUNITY (WITH PERSONAL SAFETY IN MIND)

getting involved in your local community is a big big big thing I've seen talked about lately and I agree with that entirely!! the #1 best thing I feel like anyone can do right now is either volunteering at local support groups or getting involved in local activism

if you have a local community you can connect with for whatever reason then that's absolutely a good idea for both practical and emotional reasons. it can be for anything really, actually. reach out to friends, reach out to family, keep talking to people if you have the energy! it really does make a difference!

^ related to the above, if you can involve yourself in volunteer work, or mutual aid, or just helping others out in some other way, then absolutely do that! you can start with asking around, or searching up aid or other groups that may need extra help in your area, and go from there!!

I see a lot of people have been saying for months to organize and then absolutely no one ever explains how to organize, and if you don't plan on starting something up Yourself that is how you get involved. you find like minded people and you lend your hands. I just looked up "volunteers needed/mutual aid [insert town here]" and went off of that

and there are a lot of different places people might need assistance for. one example being food banks, pantries, are basically always accepting new donations -- if you have produce, not all of them will accept it due to safety regulations, but a local community garden might! libraries also will exchange more than books, and protecting libraries by showing involvement and interest in them is important now more than ever

local businesses, emergency aid if you have the certification, environmental work and disaster cleanup, assisted living areas, shelters, a lot of other specific areas I can't name right now. if you are physically able to seek out support and give back in turn (and if you aren't able to do one or both of these that's also okay!!) i highly highly recommend it. mutual aid especially goes both ways. do not be afraid to reach out for help, that is what they're there for

speaking of libraries!

#2: KEEP INFORMED

this can refer to a lot of different things, but on a federal and local level it is never ever ever a bad thing to keep up to date with what's going on. anyone trying to do bad things on a government level is relying on you not noticing or staying uninformed in the invent that you do notice. keep track of what's going on in your area and plan accordingly!!

keeping up with the news (and fact checking, always, because journalism isn't always ethically practiced), finding where your local city hall or equivalent is and staying up to date on local legislation, has always been important for safety and especially is right now. know how to determine a reliable source from an unreliable one, and know how to pick apart the difference between fact and misconstrued ideas spoken as fact. I'll probably make a post on that too at some point and link it here when I'm done

it is overwhelming to hear just how much is getting worse so quickly, but it's crucial that you don't allow yourself to become unaware, because that makes you easier to lie to. you do not have to work yourself to burnout or to a breakdown, please take breaks whenever you need to and put your own health first!!

but don't do yourself the disservice of not knowing what's happening around you. I want everyone to be as safe as they can, and to be safe you have to be informed

#3: FIND SOMETHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO (AND ALSO KEEP CONTROL OF YOUR LIFE EVEN IF IT'S IN SMALL WAYS)

staying up to date on current events has been overwhelming for me, but it also has helped me to maintain a sense of control in my life. and there are a lot of other ways to do that, too, and also give you sources of happiness and things to still look forward to! I'm listing what works for me but I'm sure there's infinitely more ways to pull that off

taking up or getting back into hobbies or interests is a very effective way to keep joy in your life, and this goes double if you're sort of stuck in your house like I am most days. you should get to do things that make you happy!! you deserve to still have things to look forward to!!!

I've also been personally using my interests to try to learn how to do more practical things that might help me and the people I live with; I'm a gardener so I've been working on trying to grow food, starting with sweet peppers. don't know if I'll end up needing that one day (or if my neighbors might, but as the economy completely fucks itself it could get very useful very fast), but having the knowledge and the means helps me feel more in control of what happens in my personal life, and it really has made me feel better and have a source of hope

I really hope that everyone who sees this is doing as well as they're able right now. saying all of this because I don't want to contribute to any ideas of complete hopelessness, if that makes sense. there are things worth getting up in the morning for and every one of you matters and you deserve to be happy. and I love you /p

even if you aren't utilizing your hobbies in that way (again, PERFECTLY fine, do what you need to forever), something like that might be useful for you, too! you can learn new skills or read up on all those things you already wanted to look into but kept putting off, you can carve out a little space in your world for Joy and for Whimsy if you don't have one already! it's good for you!! it's incredible in fact!!

[gar-a-ash]

Trying to figure out why Hatchet has been an anxious mess all day. Realizes I've really only worked my working dog basically once this week. Sighs as I realize that after driving nonstop for basically eight hours today I still have to move around and work my dog.

Gonna make the fucker nap first because holy fuck I don't think he's slept since like 5 this morning and it is 4 now.

[camellia-thea]

because i finished my lectures last night it has been a fucking battle to do my readings.

[youremyonlyhope]

why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

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[blujayonthewing]

save me bulletpoints,

[euclydya]

ok i am NOT making fiddleford a bracelet fuck that guy (joke. joke. ford im joking)