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[starskare]

The best birthday to our singing space captain @lalzy ! You have been such an inspiration and support for the last two years. I'm so proud of you, and hope to see you shimmer for years to come. But for now, it's your day to shine brighter than the sun! Hope you get many kisses and headpats.

[malscare]

Charcoal, likac, sapphire!

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[tinyluvs]

jack is a little king and i’ll write him as such 🤭

❥ you’re okay ° aaron hotchner pt.2

❥ summary; jack decides your cast is too plain and boring ❥ warnings; absolutely none, just tooth rotting cuteness ❥ authors note; remember to read part 1 first !! ♡ 3k ❥ pairing; aaron hotchner x fem!reader (they’re both softies!). ❥ aaron hotchner masterlist

waking up in an unfamiliar room is panicking to say the least but between the child chattering distantly down the hall and the pictures on the table next to the bed, your brain kicks into gear, you’re in aaron’s bedroom. he had insisted, not even giving room for discussion when you told him you could sleep on the couch, mumbling something about your broken ribs as he ushered you into the room

deep down you feel weird, maybe a little creepy about the fact you’ve slept in your boss's bed but you can’t bring yourself to feel too bad about it since his bed is ten times comfier than yours is. since leaving the hospital your nights have been unbearable, seemingly endless hours of trying to get comfortable and failing horribly.

gentle knocks on your, aaron’s, door wakes you up a little bit more, a yawn escaping your mouth as you roll over with a wince but before you can reply you hear rushed footsteps coming your way, “jack, no,” aaron whisper shouts and you smile to yourself, “she’s sleeping”

you hear them disappear down the hallway, jack asking his father a long drawn out why as their voices get quieter and it’s enough to force you upright, your legs dangling over the side of the bed. pain radiates over your side when you stretch your arms up, a burning sensation that has you leaning back slightly as your breath comes out in short gasps

painkillers become your priority though it suddenly dawns on you that you don’t remember packing any the night before and a quick search in your bag confirms your suspicions, not a single sheet of medication to be seen. you eye up the en suite bathroom attached to aaron’s bedroom but rummaging through his medicine cabinet might be a step too far, you’ll just ask him for some instead

when you finally emerge from the bedroom you hear a handful of noises, in the kitchen something is frying, bacon or maybe eggs, it’s hard to tell when the smell of coffee is overpowering. in the living room the television is on though jack is talking loudly above it about a child in his class at school

“good morning,” you say softly, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. a breakfast bar separates the space, the entire living room visible from where you are, “hey jacko!” you wave slightly at the child who launches off of the couch, tiny feet thundering towards you

luckily aaron turns at the right second, dropping the spatula into the pan as his son jumps. he catches him with an arm around his middle, holding him close to his body, “we have to be gentle, remember?” he reminds jack, waiting for him to nod before putting him down

jack moves into your space slowly, gently wrapping his arms around your legs, his chin on your thigh, “daddy says you’re sick,” he pouts, tiny eyebrows furrowing across his forehead

“i’m okay little guy,” you run a hand through his hair, your thumb smoothing over his forehead. aaron hovers beside you both, watching and waiting incase jack is too heavy handed with you, “your bacon is burning,” you chuckle and nod at the pan, sizzling violently on the stove

aaron’s eyes widen with realisation and then he’s rushing to salvage the food, scraping slightly burnt bits of meat from the pan and onto a plate, “would you like some?” he asks, holding the pan above three empty plates

“yes please, could i also have some painkillers too? i accidentally left mine at home,” you ask, cheeks heating up for no good reason. the older man nods before sharing the crispy bacon between two of the plates. he adds a few fresh slices back into the pan and then brushes past you and out into the hallway

jack tugs on the bottom of your sweatshirt, forcing you to look down, “can i see your cast?” he asks, wide eyes staring up at you with excitement. with a quick nod you hold your arm up, struggling to pull your sleeve up over the bulk to expose it but with a particularly hard yank, it shows and you dangle it in front of jack’s eyes

“pretty cool, huh” you watch as he holds it with both his hands, turning it and titling it like somewhere on the cast is some sort of secret. jack stops moving your arm suddenly, “it doesn’t hurt,” you reassure him quickly, not wanting him to think he was hurting you

“can we colour it?” somehow his eyes fill even further with excitement, “fred broke his arm playing on the monkey bars and he let me colour on it” he explains as his father comes back into the room, a pack of ibuprofen in hand

aaron presses the pack into your free hand, “oh, thanks,” you smile at him before going back to your conversation with jack, “sure we can, do you have pens?” the hospital had wrapped your cast in white and apart from the odd couple of food stains, it was still bare

“pens for what?” aaron asks, his back towards you as he tends to what you assume is jack’s bacon. you move further into the kitchen, free hand reaching for a glass off of the draining board while jack struggles but succeeds to pull himself into one of the seats by the breakfast bar, his elbows on the counter and his head in his hands

“we’re going to decorate my cast,” you hum, waving your broken arm in his direction. the painkillers go down with little protest, thankfully, choking on water wouldn't have been a good look, “aren’t we jacko” you turn to flash the younger boy a smile and he nods, returning said smile

“breakfast first, please,” aaron hums, adding eggs to the pan, “help yourself to coffee,” he says to you before opening the oven to take a tray of hash browns and sausages out. before you can reply he’s pushing an empty mug in your direction

after working with aaron for a while you discovered you both liked your coffee the same way so when you're at the office you make sure to pass by his office with a mug every time you get your own. he arranges food onto the plates while you get a drink, careful not to spill boiling liquid anywhere this time

aaron pushes a plate in front of his son, the sausages cut up slightly to cool down faster and then he pushes your plate into the space beside jack and you know it’s your plate because he’s given you extra hash browns, just like you get from shitty diners when you're away with work, “sit, i’ll stand” he smiles and you know trying to argue with him won’t work so you slide into the chair next to jack while aaron leans against the worktop, his plate in one hand, fork in the other

breakfast passes by fast, both boys practically inhaling their food and leaving you in the dust. when jack disappears back to his spot on the couch in front of tv you still have two hash browns on your plate and a quarter of your mug of coffee left

“he’s grown up so much since i last saw him,” you comment, looking over your shoulder. when you turn back aaron’s face is softer, his eyes brighter as he also looks at his son, “you must be very proud of him” you smile at the fondness you’re seeing from aaron that you don’t see so much of at work

“i am” aaron replies, already washing up his and jack’s plates. you make a conscious effort to finish your food faster, leaving your coffee to go cold next to you, “i have pens in my office, he has pens but they’re not the best” aaron says after a moment of silence, grabbing your empty plate to wash when you finish your food

you gasp playfully, “ssa aaron hotchner has coloured pens? in his office no less!” you giggle and earn an eye roll from the older man who wipes his hands on a tea towel. he takes your mug, dumping the rest of your coffee into the sink before lining it up next to his, giving you both a refill

“go sit, i’ll get the pens,” he hands you the mug and nods to where jack is on the couch. you walk at half speed to the living room, partially due to the pain and partially not wanting to ruin aaron’s carpet with coffee stains

jack sits smack bang in the middle of the three seater couch, a fuzzy blanket half thrown over his legs and an extra cushion behind his back, “what we watchin’ kiddo?” you ask, sliding your mug onto the coffee table

“spongebob,” he answers simply, his eyes flickering up to you quickly. nodding, you lower yourself onto the couch, using your cast to lean on while your free hand grips your side, the pain burning a little more with the bend of your body

aaron comes back a few minutes later, a pack of pens in hand. he fills the space on the other side of his son, “here you go buddy,” he says before sipping on his coffee, putting the pens on jack’s lap. jack ooh’s at them, turning them in his hands before looking at you

silently you hold your arm out and as you go to put it down, aaron slides a cushion into jack’s lap. you smile softly at him before turning to jack, “what’re you planning?” you ask, watching him intently as you can almost see the cogs turning in his head

“i don’t know,” he shrugs, turning to look at his father for guidance. aaron continues to sip his coffee while his free hand wrangles the black marker out of the pack, jack reaches for it but aaron holds it out of his reach

“put your name on there first,” aaron says, putting his mug down and uncapping the pen, “remember how to write it?” he asks, holding the pen out, jack swipes it, almost catching the cushion with the nib

jack turns your wrist, searching for the prime spot, “yes,” he answers as he finds where he wants to sign. with his tongue stuck between his lips he starts writing. his handwriting is cute, you think, of course it looks like a small childs, broken and all the letters are capitals, but it’s sweet

after a little while he finishes his handiwork, proud of himself and the fact his name is the first thing to go on your cast, “now you daddy!” he turns to hand the pen to aaron, who just looks at you

“no, i don’t thin-

“go on,” you say almost too fast, “please,” you finish as your cheeks heat, embarrassed by your own eagerness. aaron simply nods, taking the pen from jack. just like his son he takes a moment to find a good spot, eventually choosing one far enough away from jack’s, to give him room to draw

aaron writes slowly, his handwriting much smoother and neater than jack’s, who sits between you sounding out the letters, “ah ah ron?” he says, utterly confused, looking at you and then to his dad

you can’t help but laugh, thinking about how you only want to pronounce his name like that from now on. aaron chuckles under his breath as he finishes writing hotch under his first name, “aaron,” he says, ruffling jack’s hair, “that’s my name”

jack looks even more confused now, “no, your names daddy,” he says, his nose wrinkling slightly as he speaks. aaron doesn’t fight him, he just nods and goes back to his coffee.

before jack starts to draw on your cast, you lean forward, grabbing your mug with your good hand and resting it on your knee, “got any ideas yet?” you ask jack when he starts to unpack all the colours in the pack, letting them roll onto the cushion next to your arm

“yes but you can’t look!” he says, emphasising the can’t, you widen your eyes at him, playfully. he waggles the red pen at you with a small scowl

“okay, okay, i won’t!” you defend yourself, giving aaron a slight smile as you turn to the tv, forcing yourself to get into the episode of spongebob that’s already half finished.

the painkillers start to kick in, finally, allowing you to sink back into the couch a little more, your head resting against the back cushions. your eyes start to drift around the room, taking in the decor since you hadn't had a chance to the night before. you and aaron had eaten your mcdonalds in the dark over the breakfast bar and then rushed straight to bed, after a short protest from you about stealing his bedroom

his apartment looks barely lived in. only a few pictures of him and jack, a couple with haley on the walls and not much else, his furniture is all basic colours, creams and whites and the lack of knick knacks would send penelope into a panic attack. you’ve seen his office at work and even that’s more decorated than this but then again, aaron’s known for basically living at the office

one thing that is certain is aaron’s furniture seems to be far more comfortable than yours, his bed and now his couch. the back cushions mold to your body shape and you can’t help but pull your legs up, careful to not to look anywhere near your arm. slowly you finish your coffee, holding onto the mug when it is finished because you can’t quite reach the table

“daddy,” jack whispers beside you, clearly not wanting you to hear, so you pretend not to. aaron hums, quietly of course, “how do i?” he asks his dad, tapping your cast with the end of the pen.

clearly there’s enough context for someone who’s allowed to look, “do that and then that,” aaron explains vaguely and you figure he must be pointing or tracing along the cast to show jack where to draw

jack goes back to drawing silently while aaron stands up, holding out a hand for your mug, which you give to him, “you might be stuck like that all day,” he says to you with a smile and a slight raised eyebrow

you scoff, like the joke is on him, “trust me, i’ve had worse days” and he knows it’s true, offering you a sort of sad smile before wandering into the kitchen while you turn your attention back to the tv which has moves on from playing spongebob and is now showing a superhero film

just as he predicted, you do spend the entire day not being allowed to look at your own arm, even when lunch and dinner rolls around, jack makes aaron pull your sleeve down over your cast so you can’t see it. aaron also periodically reminds his son to leave space in case other people want to draw on it, he means penelope, you guess.

“you can look now!” jack shrieks from beside you, where truthfully, you were dozing off to sleep. you stretch your arms out, thankful for no pain and aaron bringing you medicine when you weren’t allowed to move

“finally!” you gasp, rolling your neck before turning to look at your cast, “oh jack, it’s great!” you look between the boy and your arm in awe. scattered all over the cast, even underneath, are loads of little doodles. cars, stars, planets, smiley faces, a house, tiny little animals and stick people, the members of the bau, finished off with their initials next to them, you’d pretended not to hear jack asking his father about that too

you blink, hard, trying not to let tears escape, “i love it so much, thank you jack” you pout, wrapping an arm around the small boy. he beams at you, hugging you back, “i’m not crying cos im sad” you quickly explain, when he looks up at you

aaron watches you both for a second and then checks his watch for the time and immediately, you know what’s coming, “come on buddy, it’s late” he says, sounding a little sad and sorry for being the party pooper, “go get into bed and i’ll be in, in a minute” he laughs, watching jack scramble off of the couch, nearly tripping over his blanket

“night!” jack waves at you and you wave back, with your newly decorated cast before he dashes out of the room. tiny footsteps getting further away until he’s in his own bedroom, which is opposite aaron’s

you sigh happily, “oh he’s so cute, i love him” you stand up at the same time as aaron, stretching your back out before following the older man into the kitchen, “i’m going to steal him away from you” you giggle

aaron rolls his eyes at you, “please don’t” he says simply. he takes one of jack’s water bottles out of the cupboard and fills it, “your cast looks great though, really” he smiles softly at you

“i know, you’ve got a little artist on your hands there,” you say seriously, “oh, by the way, did you draw this?” you ask, pointing out what looks like a really small fbi vest. it’s too neat to be jack’s work

“yes, i did” aaron answers and you watch a slight pink blush pass over his cheeks, “jack asked me to,” he explains quickly when you smile at him but before you can say anything more he’s stepping towards the kitchen door, “i’ll be back in a bit”

“okay,” you say softly, he leaves and you wander back to the couch. you can’t focus on the tv, your mind forcing you to think about how different aaron is outside of work. sure, you’d seen him a few times but nothing like this. you find yourself smiling wide, fingers tracing around the small fbi vest by his name

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[christiangeistdorfer]

1972 EAST AFRICAN SAFARI RALLY - THE YEAR THE EUROPEAN MANUFACTURERS FINALLY BROKE THROUGH

HANNU MIKKOLA & GUNNAR PALM celebrate winning the rally by 28 minutes with their FORD ESCORT RS 1600 MKI

[roychewtoy]

shiv :)

[ventcode]

hmhhoohhntnnrtn i. i love you alot..

[taintedcigs]

i think you and your writing are lovely and seeing you in my dash always makes me happy 💌 mwah

anonymously tell me ur opinion abt me <33

[likeumeanit9497]

i read ‘wanna see’ and it was so good i was wondering if you could ever make a part 2 to it?

keep crying baby | c.s. |

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

a (sorta) part two to wanna see?

summary: y/n and chris have been caught up in a tumultuous situationship with one another for a few months. y/n is fed up with chris' toxic behaviour and knows that she needs to stop, but why can't she?

warnings: smut; oral (fem receiving); p in v (unprotected eek); toxic chris; established fwb; alcohol consumption; dirty talk; choking; hair pulling; 18+

notes: a lot of u seemed to luv wanna see? and i was lowkey inspired to write a toxic chris fic after i heard him say "keep crying baby" on stream the other day (oop) soooo i decided to combine those two ideas into one and this is the outcome of that!! i hope y'all enjoy luv uuuuuuu

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Walking into the party, I was immediately welcomed by loud music and the heat of bodies everywhere. Tonight I was once again going to a friend’s birthday party, and my eyes immediately scanned across the room in an attempt to find her. I had arrived late because I had been taking care of my sick roommate, Bree, and felt so guilty for missing so much of her night already.

Still scanning the house, I began walking towards the kitchen to find some drinks. Everyone around me was already clearly fucked up, and I knew I had some catching up to do. I grabbed a bottle of tequila that was sitting on the kitchen counter and poured myself a line of three shots to take back-to-back, a trick that had become sort of a habit for me. Just as I brought the first shot glass to my lips, a familiar voice stopped me in my tracks.

“There you are.” His voice was low, I could barely hear it above the loud music, but I could feel the heat of his breath brush against my ear. I stayed silent and took the first shot, wincing as the liquid burned my throat. “I’m sober Chris.” I deadpanned before grabbing the second shot, and I heard him chuckle behind me. “So?” He replied as I brought the second shot glass to my lips, tilting my head back and swallowing the tequila. “If my memory is correct, the last time I saw you we were not on good terms. Therefore I’m too sober to deal with you right now.” He laughed again, this time putting a hand on my lower back and rubbing it gently. “Alright. Let’s see how long you last this time.” He said into my ear one last time before the heat of his body against mine was replaced by a cold emptiness and I was once again alone.

I rolled my eyes before taking the third and final shot in front of me, needing the liquor more now than ever before. Ever since that first time we fucked at his birthday party, Chris and I had been involved in a sort of complicated relationship. I use the word relationship here lightly, as really the bottom line is that we were really just fucking, and usually only ever when we were drunk. The sex was good, but it was creating a sort of toxicity in our friendship that wasn’t there before.

Even though we both agreed that it was nothing more than sex and that our love for each other was strictly platonic, I have learned that Chris has a habit of becoming possessive of whoever he’s fucking at the moment. I can’t lie, this dominance is fun while we’re having sex, but outside of the bedroom it did nothing but cause problems. If he saw me even in the same vicinity of another man, he would do everything in his power to scare him off. The toxicity was so addictive, but each time I had a run in with him I felt myself lose more and more of my self control. I hated that I had let him dig his claws into me, and I despised the fact that he knew how dick whipped I was.

Sucking on a lime, I shuddered both from the liquor sitting heavy in my stomach and my thoughts of Chris, and decided to do a thorough walk through of the house to finally find my friend.

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I reached for my phone in my back pocket, and through my blurry vision I saw the time read 1:43. I had been at the party for hours, and had spent the entire time drinking. Once I had found my friend, I had to pour us a round — or four — of tequila shots, and I had gone through a half dozen of the coolers in the fridge. Even though it was late, the house was still flooded with people. Each room was overflowing with bodies, and I had stumbled into the living room to take a seat and lay off the drinking before I reached the point of no return.

I flopped my body lazily on an empty couch cushion, and as I did I accidentally landed partially on a person sitting to my left. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” I slurred, turning my spinning head to acknowledge the guy. There was a deep chuckle, and once my eyes focused I discovered that I was face-to-face with a beautiful stranger. “Don’t worry about it.” I watched his full lips as he spoke, and resisted the urge to drool once he ran his tongue across his lower lip. Drunk and disoriented, I stayed completely silent as I stared blankly at his gorgeous face. “You okay?” He asked, pulling me from my trance. I nodded quickly. “Sorry yeah, what’s your name?” I asked, attempting to straighten myself out to look as presentable as possible. He smiled, his teeth pearly-white and straight. “I’m Benny. What’s yours?” I returned his smile and fixed my hair before reaching out my hand in an embarrassingly formal way. “I’m Y/n.” He looked at my ridiculous outstretched hand for a beat before taking it in his and shaking it quickly.

“You’re beautiful.” He said with a smirk, keeping my hand interlocked with his but letting it rest against my bare leg. Blushing, I adjusted in my seat and struggled to force myself to maintain eye contact. “So are you.” I replied shamelessly, taking in his sharp jawline and bright green eyes. “You here with anyone tonight?” He asked, shifting slightly closer to me. I shook my head and batted my eyelashes slightly, causing him to send me a pleased smile as he wrapped his free arm around my shoulder against the couch; using his hand that rested on my leg to brush against my skin.

Just then, I allowed my eyes to leave his and take a quick glance around the room, only for them to fall on the figure sitting in the chair directly across from me.

There was Chris, slouched nonchalantly in the chair with his legs spread and a beer sitting in his lap. There was a girl sitting beside him, enthusiastically talking to him as he stared straight at me. Everything about his outward demeanour seemed relaxed and confident, but his clenched jaw and flaring nostrils told me all I needed to know about what was going on inside his head.

His eyes burned into mine for what felt like an eternity, and my gaze was only pulled from him by Benny’s voice, distant in my ears. “Let’s go take a shot.” He began lifting himself from the couch, pulling gently at my arm as he did. “Uh, sure.” I replied tentatively, not sure that I should take another shot but also not really wanting my interaction with him to be over so quickly. I stood up on wobbly legs and he smiled, wrapping an arm around my shoulders lazily and leading me out of the living room and into the kitchen.

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Once we were standing in the kitchen, I sent Bree a quick text to check on how she was feeling as I allowed Benny to pour me a second shot. “For you, Y/n.” My eyes lifted off the screen and met his as he handed me the overflowing shot glass with a lime wedge on top, and I felt my stomach lurch at the thought of consuming anymore alcohol. “Uh, Benny, I don’t know if I should be taking a shot right now.” My voice was so slurred that even my own ears were shocked, and I used my free hand to hold onto the countertop as I felt myself spin.

“Aw come on, you can do it.” He replied in a pouty voice, placing a hand on my hip and pulling me against him harshly. “I want to tell my friends I took a shot with the hottest girl at this party.” He smirked and I felt my cheeks blush slightly, knowing that if I was sober I would have found that line horrendous but I was clearly drunk enough to be flattered. “Can I take a smaller shot then?” I asked, knowing that I shouldn’t test my limits. He shook his head with a twinkle in his eye. “Nuh-uh. Half shots aren’t real shots. Come on, if you were really too drunk you wouldn’t be worried about taking just one more.”

He lifted his shot glass to mine, resting dormant in my limp hand. Maybe he was right, I had been more drunk than I was right now, and that level of drunk-me would absolutely not question whether or not I should take another shot. So, I tentatively lifted my glass to cheers against his, and slowly brought it towards my lips while keeping my eyes locked on his. Just as I went to tilt my head back and swallow the tequila, I watched as his eyes suddenly flicked from mine to something slightly behind me, and then continued to watch as his brow furrowed in confusion as a hand came from behind me and grabbed the shot glass out of my hand.

“What the fuck, bro?” Benny’s tone had suddenly shifted to one much angrier than the one he had been using with me before, and his face had contorted into one of complete disgust, and it sort of scared me. I didn’t have to turn around to know who was responsible for this disruption, especially once I felt his familiar touch on my waist. “Oh I’m sorry, didn’t she just tell you that she didn’t want to take this shot?” Chris’ words came out smooth and relaxed, but they had a slightly menacing edge to them that made the hair on the back of my neck shoot up. My eyes still glued to Benny, I watched as he put his shot glass down and crossed his arms. “Pretty sure it’s none of your fucking business, motherfucker.” He spat, and I stiffened from the heavy silence that followed.

Chris was right up against me, and I felt his chest rise and fall rapidly and knew that he was trying to keep himself calm. His grip on my waist tightened as he worked on regaining his composure, and without even turning around I knew his eyes were burning into Benny’s just my the hesitant expression on his face. Finally, the torturous silence was broken by a gruff chuckle behind me. “You do this often, huh? Feed girls shot after shot until their vision becomes blurry enough to find you just a little bit attractive? That won’t work on Y/n.” I opened my mouth to protest but was cut off immediately by Chris’ booming voice. “She’s a party girl, and likes having a good time so she rarely turns down the opportunity to take a shot. So the fact that she tried to turn one down from you means one of two things: either she knows you’re a creep, or she knows that you would never be able to show her a good time the way that I can.”

My mouth dropped at his words, and I watched as Benny’s darkened eyes flashed between me and Chris. I tried to unscramble my mind and come up with something to say, but I was so shocked by the conversation that I couldn’t find the words. There had been a part of me that had been relieved to feel Chris behind me moments ago, but that relief had been replaced by sheer anger at Chris once again getting in the middle of my personal life in a way he never did before we started fucking. Just as I was about to turn around and push him away, Chris grabbed my arm and pulled me away. “You’re coming with me right now, Y/n.” He growled.

I was pulled through the house and towards the first floor washroom, where Chris pushed me in and locked the door behind us. I turned to face him, fists clenched at my sides and armed with a plethora of insults to shoot at him, but I couldn’t get anything out. He stood in front of me, chest heaving under his plain black tank top. His blue eyes looked like they could belong to a wild animal, the way they were frantically scanning my face. His cheeks were flushed slightly, presumably from the adrenaline of once again freeing his possessive side in front of another man. I looked at all of these parts of him, and I knew that if I hadn’t drank half as much as I did that I would have immediately shut down his toxic behaviour. But in the state of mind that the tequila had put me in, all I could see were flashes of him pinning me down, leaving marks all across my skin, whispering dirty phrases into my ear, and all of the other forms of his possession that never failed to draw me back to him.

“You need to stop doing that.” I finally managed to get out, my throat suddenly feeling excruciatingly dry. A small smile threatened to appear across his mouth before he responded. “Do what?” His voice sounded much more innocent than it had just moments before. “Cock blocking me.” I replied simply, crossing my arms over my chest. He tilted his head to the side cheekily. “I was just doing you a favour. That kid would definitely fuck like a dead fish.” I shoved his shoulder and gasped at his choice of words. “Chris! This isn’t funny. I told you this the last time. You need to stop acting like you own me every chance you get. I’m so sick of it. I’m not tied down to you, you’re not tied down to me. We’ve fucked a few times, so what? I’m allowed to do whatever I want with whoever I want, and I don’t need your approval. As a matter of fact, I actually remember telling you that the last time really was the last time, that we can’t do this anymore. And I meant it, okay? No more.”

Satisfied with my drunken rant, I allowed myself to take a deep breath and gather my composure to prepare to walk out of the washroom and back to Benny. Closing my eyes for a moment to wait for my heart rate to decrease, my moment of serenity was interrupted by Chris. “You’re sure about that?” My eyes shot open, ready to go on another slurred tangent, when Chris gestured to his shoulder. There was my hand that I had used to shove him moments ago, resting against his soft tank top, rubbing it softly. “You’re really sure you don’t want to do this anymore?” His tone was soft, but he had a knowing look in his eyes as his hands found my waist once again and pulled me against him.

As soon as my body was pressed against his and he gazed down at me affectionately, I felt that familiar combination of excitement and uncertainty that always came from his touch. He raised his eyebrows, wordlessly telling me that he was waiting for my response, but my words were failing me as my mind became clouded with thoughts of him. “What’s wrong baby?” He cooed, taking his hand and running it along the curve of my ass. “Having second thoughts?” I couldn’t shake the fuzzy feeling in my mind, and the heat that was growing in between my legs wasn’t helping at all. Against all better judgment, I brought my free hand up to his other shoulder and wrapped my arms around his neck. I stared up at him wordlessly for a few moments, my hands thoughtlessly playing with the ends of his hair as I once again lost all self control.

I stood up on my tip toes, making it so that our noses were centimetres apart. I felt his breath against my own mouth, and continued to contemplate as his hands engulfed my ass. Chris’ mouth moved towards mine, where it barely brushed my lips before I pulled away. His hand travelled up my body and to my cheek, where he used his thumb to stroke it softly. His thumb moved from my cheek down to my lower lip, where his eyes never left, and he pulled it down slightly and watched as it popped back up on release. He brought his lips to mine again, pressing them there ever so lightly as if to test the waters.

No matter how many times I tried to tell myself otherwise, I could never resist the temptation of Chris. Ever since that first time a few months ago, it was like no other sex could ever compare. Even though his behaviour pissed me off, I knew that it was never going to make it possible for me to resist him. Ever since it got a taste, my body never stopped craving his, and tonight was no exception.

Finally, I allowed my lips to crash against his, and he immediately worked his tongue into my mouth in an act of dominance. Our mouths moved in sync as the kiss deepened, and I released a breathy gasp as he pinned me against the washroom door. As we kissed, Chris brought a hand to my shirt and pulled it up over my tits so that they were completely exposed. Grabbing one in his hand, a quiet moan escaped his lips as he ran a thumb against my sensitive nipple. His mouth moved down to my neck, where he used a lethal combination of suction and biting to leave what was sure to be deep purple bruises along my sensitive skin.

Once his lips latched back onto mine, I felt his hand slip into my leather pants and cup my heat. His lips turned up in a smile against my own. “Hmm, who got you this wet princess?” I gulped for air as the very tip of his finger trailed along my already dripping slit. “Y-you Chris.” I replied, my brain on auto pilot. He chuckled before retracting his hands from my pants. “That’s what I thought.”

Suddenly, he lifted me into the air and my legs immediately wrapped around his waist as he continued to fervently kiss me. I felt him place me delicately on the sink, and I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep his mouth on mine. Still having complete control over our tempo, he used his mouth to slow the motion of our kiss down tremendously. Still just as deep as before, our lips moved in a lumbering pace as he pressed his bulge against my core. Unable to help myself, I released a soft whine in frustration as my heat began to pulsate. “Tell me what you want, Y/n.” Chris whispered against my lips, maintaining the feverishly slow pace of the kiss. “W-want you to make me feel good.” I replied in a squeaky voice, nearly panting from the anticipation.

“Hmm. That’s what I thought.” He said, pulling his mouth away from me and staring down at me with glazed over eyes. He didn’t make me beg anymore before he unbuckled my pants and pulled them — along with my thong — down my legs, and dropped to his knees. He grabbed my shins and pulled my legs apart, leaving my pussy completely exposed and in his sightline. “Looks so pretty like this baby, so wet for me. Can’t wait to taste it.” He took a moment to admire my heat before bringing his mouth down just to the side of where I needed him the most.

My hips bucked up in anticipation as he worked his mouth against my inner thigh, frustrated that he was teasing me when I was so turned on that it almost hurt. After what felt like forever, he inched his mouth closer and closer to my cunt at a snail speed, and I watched — mouth agape — at his fluttering eyelashes and small sprinkle of freckles along his nose as he finally made contact with my aching core. My hands immediately flew to his hair, fisting the curls at the nape of his neck to hold him in place as his tongue drilled against my clit.

“Mmm yeah baby, please, just like that.” I slurred as his mouth worked its magic on me. He released occasional hums against my bundle of nerves, which provided a new sensation that caused my eyes to roll to the back of my head. Chris maintained the same amount of speed and pressure with his tongue, and him and I both knew that it wouldn’t take him long to get me to my orgasm.

With a taunting finger, Chris ran circles around my hole, causing me to shift my hips in delirium. He knew that doing this drove me crazy, and when he finally used his fingers to fill me up, I released a guttural moan that echoed through the small washroom. His pumping fingers never missed my g-spot, and my dripping arousal caused our ears to fill with a wet sucking sound. “Oh god,” I began, trembling from the unmistakable feeling building up in my lower stomach. “Oh fuck, gonna cum Chrissy.” I managed to get out as my mind began to unravel. Chris moaned against my pussy but maintained his pace, pushing me over the edge. Suddenly, a violent orgasm washed over me, causing my grip on his hair to tighten and my back to arch. As it rolled through me, a plethora of incoherent phrases left my lips as I lost complete control over myself, and Chris didn’t stop his merciless actions until I felt the gush of my release against his mouth and down his chin.

After placing a soft kiss against my sensitive bud, Chris got on his feet in front of me and fumbled with his own pants. I watched as my chest heaved, feeling like I had lost my mind, as he pulled his boxers down and exposed his cock — its size still never failing to startle me. He positioned himself between my open legs, and I watched with hungry eyes as he grabbed his hard dick and pressed it firmly against my needy core. “You want this?” His voice was in my ear as he tauntingly slid his member through my soaked folds. I swallowed, unable to take my eyes off of his length, and nodded. Suddenly, he used his free hand to land a sharp slap to my thigh. “Y/n, we’ve talked about this. Use your words.” I looked up at him through my fluttering eyelashes apologetically. “I-I want your cock.” I said, my words shaky and laced with desperation. They brought a dark smile to Chris’ lips, however, and it didn’t take him long to slam his hips into mine; filling my cunt with every inch of him.

His size still shocking, I practically screamed as my walls moulded around him. With each of his powerful thrusts into me, I couldn’t help but release loud moans from the combination of pleasure and pain. Even in my fucked out state, I was aware of the dozens of people just on the other side of the door, and I used my own hand to cover my mouth in an attempt to stifle the uncontrollable sounds from slipping out of it. Chris’ eyes were watching his member slide in and out of me in awe, before they trailed up my body and back onto my face. Noticing my hand over my mouth, he grabbed it and pried it off; holding it firmly in his own against the counter top.

“No no, keep crying baby. Want everyone to hear how good I make you feel.” His words scrambled my brain into an aroused mess, and I did as he said and allowed sobs of pleasure to fall from my lips as he continued to pound into me relentlessly. “S-so g-good Chris.” I murmured, digging my nails into his back as his head dropped onto my shoulder. He released occasional grunts as he rolled his hips against mine, and the vocal confirmation of his pleasure was like music to my ears.

Suddenly, Chris pulled his dick out of me and I gasped at the shock that came from the loss of contact. He kept his head resting against my shoulder for a moment as his breath hitched, and I was wondering if he already finished when he finally pulled himself up and planted a deep kiss on my swollen lips. “Off the counter.” He commanded, voice raspy with lust. I did as I was told, still in a trance, before he grabbed my shoulders and spun me around so that I was now facing the sink. I saw a glance of myself in the mirror and came face-to-face with a girl who was practically unrecognizable. Eyes wild, lips puffy, and hair in shambles, it was like I caught a glimpse of the alternate version of me that just couldn’t get enough of the toxicity that was Chris.

Before I could spend anymore time staring at the girl in the mirror, Chris grabbed a fistful of my hair and used his grip to bend me over the sink. Using his other hand to encourage my legs apart, he wasted no time in sliding his cock back in my soaked cunt. Through the mirror, his eyes drilled into me and the intensity that it brought was overwhelming. His blue eyes were blown out, and his jaw was tense as if he was boiling over in anger. The new position that he had put me in provided me with a new sensation, and being bent over allowed him to have easier access to my g-spot; which he hit with precision on each thrust. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around me like this, Y/n.” Chris growled, and I moaned in acknowledgment.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He asked in a demanding tone, and my eyes flashed to his in the mirror. I felt my second orgasm bubbling up inside me, and my words were nowhere to be found. In my silence, Chris slapped my ass hard — sure to leave a dark red mark — before asking again. “Y/n, tell me who’s pussy this is.” Even though I didn’t think it was possible, Chris began pounding his hips into me even harder and faster, doing everything he could to draw the answer from my lips. “Y-yours. It’s yours C-Chris.” I screamed out after he slapped my ass once more, and I watched through droopy eyelids as he smirked at me through the mirror before grabbing my throat and pulling me up to him.

“That’s right,” He began, leaving sloppy open-mouthed kisses against my neck. “This is my fucking pussy. Don’t forget that princess.” He drove his hips up into me unforgivingly, and once he reached his fingers around my body and began rubbing my clit, I felt my legs weaken as my orgasm began taking over. “Oh yeah baby, feel so good with your walls milking me like that. Go on, make a mess.” He spoke his filthy words right into my ear, and my body took them as verbal permission as my second orgasm swept me off my feet. I felt myself go limp, and lost all of my senses as my body was hit with relentless waves of pleasure. Chris never stopped pounding into me, and as my arousal dripped down his legs he pressed my lethargic body back down onto the counter.

Overstimulated, I continued to cry out as Chris slammed in and out of me; chasing his own high. My body felt simultaneously lifeless and reactive, and I gripped tightly to the countertop as I struggled to keep myself from sliding to the floor. “Oh fuck, baby, I’m close.” Chris muttered, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before shooting open and once again landing on mine in the mirror. “I’m gonna cum inside you, and you’re gonna take all of it like a good girl. Okay?” His words were choppy, and he was visibly struggling to maintain his composure, but still I nodded frantically. “O-okay, fill me up baby.” I moaned out, feeling the pressure of one final overstimulated orgasm take over me.

My body broke out into convulsions as I came, the lack of down-time between this one and my last causing my nerves to feel like they might explode. As I rode out my final high, Chris’ hips suddenly stilled and, as he released a throaty moan, I felt his cock twitch inside of me; shooting his warm cum against my walls. I watched his euphoric expression in the mirror as he finished —jaw slack, eyes fluttered shut; muscles flexed — before his eyes opened once again and he bent down to place a gentle kiss on the small of my back.

After giving us both a moment to catch our breaths, Chris slowly pulled his cock out of my raw core; causing me to wince slightly. He walked over to grab the roll of toilet paper and used it to clean me and then him as I pressed my forehead against the cool counter top. As I rested there for a moment, regaining my conscious mind, I was filled with the all-too-familiar feeling of confliction. Once again, I had encouraged Chris’ possessive behaviour by sleeping with him, but fuck, it had felt so good. This had been happening for weeks, and each time it did it had ended the same way it did tonight.

I let out a groan in frustration, and Chris chuckled under his breath. “Something wrong?” He asked, and I lifted my head off the counter and looked at him through the mirror. “We cannot keep doing this Chris.” I mumbled, straightening myself up to fix my hair and makeup. Chris sighed as he pulled his pants back up. “I don’t understand what the problem is. You clearly enjoyed yourself just now.” His voice was arrogant, and I rolled my eyes. “The problem is not the sex, Chris. The problem is I’m not yours, and you don’t seem to get that.” He leaned against the door and crossed his arms, watching as I slowly began putting my clothes back on.

“Y/n, I know you’re not mine, and I’m fine with that. But that doesn’t mean I want you to be anyone else’s.” He paused for a moment with a bold glint in his eyes before continuing. “Now hurry up and get dressed. Matt’s coming to pick me up soon and you’re coming home with me. I’m not leaving you here with that weirdo fuck.” He didn’t wait for me to respond before opening the door just enough to slide his body through, leaving me alone in the bathroom. And once again — as if my body had detached from my brain — I buttoned up my pants, pulled my shirt back down, and followed him out the door; sending Bree a quick text letting her know I wouldn’t be home tonight.

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[rinhaler]

Rin had you sprawled out on the expensive boucle couch he helped you pick out when the house was still being built. He gave mercy on your thighs, his usual iron grip replaced with feathery fingers gently keeping your legs spread, one hand caressing the soft skin of your leg, the other splayed across your mound with a skilled thumb teasing your clit back and forth. Soft, breathy moans bleed from your spit glossed lips, lifting your hips a little of the seat, his head that rests on your other thigh follows the movement.

“Please Rin, pleasepleaseplease, more baby, I want you so bad,” you couldn’t help but to be a pathetic, desperate mess even though he was barely toying with you. It was just already too much and not enough at the same time. You finally had your closest, most dear friend right where you wanted him.

Rin’s so fucking lost in your dripping cunt he can barely make sense of your pleas, but the better, more intuned half of him takes hold of your words and musters a reply. “I know you fucking do, hang on, honey, I’m getting to it.” He chuckles, so damn cocky, and you can’t stop the smile from taking over your face. Any type of laughter he ever grants you is a gift, something he really only reserves for you. His lips place a wet smack near the crevice of your thighs, so close yet still so far away from where you need him the most.

He runs a shaky hand through his hair, before bringing it up to cup the underside of your breasts. “You had me drooling like a fuckin’ dog,” he begins, meanly twisting one of your nipples, trying to catch his breath and not look pathetic, “before I even had your panties off, so I’m gonna make sure you’re begging and crying until I give this pretty little pussy what she wants, you understand me?” Keeping his dominance, he spanks your cunt once, then twice, earning a high pitched whine from you.

You dumbly nod your head, “Yes, sir!!” The words leave you much too quickly for your liking, trying so hard to keep your regular cool composure, but let’s be honest, that went out the fucking window as soon as he gave you the right wrong look.

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Hehehehehehehe I’m drunk n high I literally just wrote this in ur ask box lmfaoooo, I love writing under the influence it’s so nice 🤩 question/ statement: I totally think Rin would be a stoner if his gf was, like he can’t NOT participate with you when u get even more giggly and touchy than usual….thoughts? Luv uuuuuuu :D ‼️‼️ 🧋

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WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THIS IS SO GOOD MY TOES ARE CURLING MY HEART IS POUNDING I'M SPEECHLESS HELP MEEEEEE omg I cannot wait for the full fic I'm DYING

also the fact that you wrote this in my ask box is making me think of when you'd let a friend doodle on your arm during class 😭😭 so cute

I'm so in love with this man and you're FUELLING ME LIKE CRAAAAZY omg thank you so much for the food.

In regards to Rin smoking I think obviously it depends on the AU or circumstance or whatever but whenever I think of Rin having a girlfriend I like to think he's really possessive and controlling. (This is very specific to me and my desires so please take with a pinch of salt). But I don't think he's a smoker and I think he'd actually be very against it and demand you not to smoke either. I like the idea of him punishing you for disobeying too 😏😏😏 I just think him and Sae are from a quite well to do family and I think he takes his career as a footballer too seriously to dabble in smoking.

Anyway that's just one scenario, obviously skater boy loser boy stoner boy would be way more into it than my iteration!

[lefthandedhotch]

screams and cries over HIMMMMMMMM🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

babyyyyyyy🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 im in love with him so BAD!!!!

(also hello linny-winny🥺🥰💞 i luv uuuuuuu🥰💞💞)

screams about you and aaron being so silly!!!! while setting up a nursery <3 aaron being just as silly and sweet as he was when haley was pregnant with jack :')) the team are helping you two move into your new little home since the apartment was too tiny for a new baby addition and they are FLOORED everytime hotch cracks a joke or when he snorts (!!!) at a silly name suggestion you give him🤭🤭🤭 they have a hard time even getting him to smile more than a :| so hearing him full out Laugh is a treat that they're all loving so much🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺 because he deserves it🥰 this sweet sweet happiness that is rubbing your baby bump and kissing your head as jack whispers so many silly things to his baby sister🥰🥰🥰🥰 the next night is your first official night in your new home with your husband and your little boy and your baby on the way, you just cant help but get emotional🥺🥺🥺🥺 you're getting snuggly in bed waiting for aaron with a tiny jack bug already asleep in your new big bed and you cant help but start to weep🥺🥺🥺🥺 aaron comes in and Immediately worries over you (definitely Not helping how much you love him😭😭) but he relaxes when you tell him that you're crying happy tears :')))) after you and jack have fallen asleep, aaron falls asleep too and is also feeling some happy tears coming up because he never thought he'd get a second chance to happiness like this again🥺🥺 but he did!!!!!

SOBSSSSSSSS HIS PRETTY SWEET FACE 🥺🥰🥰🥰😩😩😩😩😩🥹🥹🥹🥹💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 i wanna kiss him all day i love him so bad :((((((

(and hiiiiiiiiiii jess-jess 🤭🥹💕💗🥰 i luv uuuuuuuuuuuuu sm 🥰🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕)

you woke aaron up Early early (like even earlier than he normally gets up) because lil baby girl was kicking and you just couldn’t sleep any longer, but aaron doesn’t mind because it means that he gets some extra snuggle time in bed with you before jackers comes skipping into the room and you guys have to start getting ready to go to the new house and get baby girl’s room ready 🥰🥰🥰🥰💕 you Adore how much aaron fussed over you while you guys work on the nursery, and that even as he’s working sooooo so hard with the team to get everything ready, he’s still smiling with you and laughing at your silly jokes and name suggestions (especially when you Swear that you’re gonna name the baby derek because she kicked against your hand when you suggested it 🤭🤭🤭💗) and the team is just so 😧 the whole day seeing their grumpy gills boss be so easygoing and Happy the whole day 🥺🥺🥺 they even get to see that when he and jack grin next to each other they’re Identical!!!! which is something you have always told them but they’ve never believed because they’ve never seen it!!!!!!🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

your first night in the house, you’re all snuggled in bed with jack snoozing all curled up next to you after having fallen asleep while telling his baby sis a story, and you can’t believe that this is all really happening :( you’re in the sweetest little family home with your aaron and your kids and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted :( so you can’t help but cry!!!!!!! hehehehe of course the pregnancy hormones Definitely don’t help with that 🤭 aaron hears you sniffling from the bathroom and he hustles to finish brushing his teeth before he rushes out to help you and he immediately wipes your tears and murmurs “what’s wrong, honey?” which just makes you even more weepy because your darling darling aaron is so sweet 🥺 and he loves you so much 🥺 and you could tell him Anything was wrong and he would do anything in the world to make it right for you 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and when you finally drift off after sniffling to aaron about how happy you are and how you can’t wait for your little girl to get there and join the Big Big family you and aaron have created together, aaron kisses your forehead with a sweet lil smile and just lets himself get all misty thinking about everything that’s led him to this moment, to this amazing wonderful night with his little family in your big new bed in your sweet lil house for the first time waiting for your baby girl and how he never ever thought he could be This happy and feel this much love in his whole life 🥺 and when he wakes up the next morning to find you sitting up in bed with a groggy jackers pressing his ear to your belly as you laugh that his lil sis can’t talk yet! but he’s sure she’s telling him about her dreams 🥰 and aaron’s heart just absolutely Skips a beat because he knows that all his mornings will look like this from now on and he can’t wait 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💗💗💗💗💗💗💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹��🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

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🧡🧡🧡Ori'vod congratulations again🥺🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 you deserve all of it and more🧡🧡🧡

Luv uuuuuuu Steph🧡🧡🧡

(Saw the one you did with Hunter hfjndndnndndndnd👀🧡)

If it’s okay I would like to request something for the event too:

Fox with the dialogue prompt "I'm here. I've got you. You're safe now."

Anything else i am letting you decide. I am just in need of soft Fox holding me lol and I know for a fact that I will luv the story bfbdnndndndnndnd😂🧡

Promise

Fox x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Fox x Fem!Reader

Tags & Warnings: light angst, hurt/comfort, nightmare

Word Count: 300

Author's Note: Ness, my beloved Kih'vod 🥺 Thank you so much for sending in a request for my event. You know I would write anything for you 😘 Your wish for soft!Fox is my command, darling! I hope you like it! Please enjoy 💚

Fox ran. He ran as fast as he could, sprinting down the dark streets of Coruscant in the rain. His boots splashed in puddles of water, soaking the black fabric under his armor, but he didn’t care. He needed to get home. He needed to get to you. After he received your emergency comm, he tossed his data-pad to a corrie and left without a word.

When Thorn suddenly fell ill, Fox picked up a couple of the night shifts, which meant you were left home alone. He knew you had trouble sleeping and he knew this change would be a struggle for you, but the first few nights seemed to go well, so he didn’t worry as much. Then his worst fears came to life. You had a nightmare and he wasn’t there.

Fox pants as he enters the apartment, dropping his wet armor and kicking his boots off as he crosses the threshold and moves towards the bedroom. He opens the door to find you sitting on the floor, back leaning against the side of the bed with your head buried in your knees. Your muffled tears break his heart.

Fox drops down onto the floor next to you, pulls the duvet off the bed, and drapes it across his lap to put a barrier between you and his damp blacks. He gently shifts you onto his lap, wraps you in the blanket and holds you tight. “Shhh, cyar’ika,” Fox soothes. “I’m here. I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”

“It was so scary,” you cry with a shaky breath. Grabbing fistfuls of the duvet you bury your face into Fox’s neck for comfort. “Please, don’t leave me.” 

“I won’t leave,” Fox whispers while rubbing your back.

“Promise?” you ask.

“I promise,” he answers. “Rest here, in my arms.”

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[cadaverousdecay]

yayyyyyy kissing u with tongue and teeth

*wishes on a dried lilac flower w unusual amount of petals (it's a thing ok) that u feel beter & r better & online again so we could be faggots together<з. & eats it to make it come tru*

thank u viktor 🥺🥺🥺 im back online lets be faggots together forever <33333333

[radicalellska]

I love your fowler and Heiji art honest to God the entire time I was lowkey waiting for them to be revealed to be lovers or something- homophobic gay people oskdkd

OMG THANK UUUUUUU they r so terrible i luv them here r some finger ibis sillies 4 u

[miffyscreams]

Congrats on ur new blog hope you get all ur moots nd followers back!!!! we luv u

UR ALL SO SWEET THANK UUUUUUU i luv u too anon <3

[omegaversereloaded]

Im so glad your pinned post came my way you are one of the highlights of dash and i cant stand to lose a mutual 😭😭😭

LUV UUUUUUU

[frothingatthemaw]

haiiiii how r you doing hello!!! jumps around you!!! hai!!!!!!

OH EM GEE HAIIIIIII <3 i am doin ok i think??? i dunno i was kinda Rough earlier bc i missed one of my headmates :/ but i think i'm better than then so!! i'm ok 4 rn :P how's uuuuuuu luv /p