#love this parallel tysm for the request

[diazly]

eddie + hen checking on buck

for anon

[love-bitesx]

I loveeeedd the last story Tysm ❤️❤️❤️ Keep up the amazing work 🌈

I have another request

Hobie x fem spider reader

Reader has a weird stalker ex-bf, and the reader tries to keep it a secret from Hobie but he finds out and deals with the ex.

: ̗̀➛ STALKER. hobie brown x fem!reader

any criminal minds fans out there … i hope u see the parallels of my baby spencer also i'm so sorry, i didn't see until after i wrote this entire thing that you said 'fem spider reader' so it's a fem normal reader, so sorry! i hope it's still okay, tho!! thank u sm for ur support angel !! summary: hobie & y/n have been doing long distance for months, but she never told him exactly why. words: 2.8k (the words just kept coming, sorry its so long lmao) warnings: fem!reader, pronouns not really used but "my girl", "lady", etc. are, read at your own risk! weird stalker bf, creepy fella, hobie n y/n are long distance, very very soft hobie

“when can i call you next, darlin’?” hobie’s voice was laced with longing, bass distorted by static at the other end of the phone.

“if you’re quick, we can call tomorrow after 5,” you smiled, and if you were in an 80’s romcom, you’d be twisting the phone cord between your fingers.

“5pm it is, don’t be late,” you can hear his smirk, and a bolt of guilt strikes your chest.

“look, i need to ask something, and i think i already know the answer,” hobie speaks, and you bite your lip in anticipation, “the band and i are playing at a new venue tomorrow, it’s the biggest we’ve played, we’re all dead excited, and…”

a sigh.

“well, it won’t feel the same without you there, pretty.”

if the first bolt wasn’t enough, then the second one lived up to it, striking you into the dead center of your heart. it had been well over 6 months since you met hobie. well, “met”. you’d accidentally called the wrong number one day, meaning to contact a friend of a friend, but typing the last number wrong. picking up at the other end was a deep, almost mesmerising voice, telling you; “no bother, darlin’. it happens, just make sure not to lose this number, wanna hear more from ya.”

“hobie, you know i can’t,” your voice is brimming with remorse and you look to the ground.

“i know, shit with your parents, i get it," he tried hard to hide the disappointment, but his heart twanged with neglect and it creeped through into his words.

parents. strict, all-demanding 'parents'. that's what you told hobie when you first started dating, that the reason you aren't able to see him was because your mother was overbearing and extremely protective – it was a lie. a lie that was eating you up from the inside out. the truth was slightly more grim, however.

years ago, you got involved with a guy at work. a couple brief conversations turned into dates, and dates turned into anniversaries, anniversaries turned into toxic, violent arguments and after a long time of dating, you broke up with him. to say he took it badly, was a criminal understatement. threatening phone calls, showing up at your work, sending you gifts and menacing letters – his signature move was scaring off, and even once harming, any man or potential love interest that you interacted with. it was exhausting, and terrifying.

and hobie was different. he was sweet and kind, but rough around the edges, and his voice dripped in passion no matter the topic of conversation. his promises were never empty, and most importantly – he loved you. and you loved him. the last thing you wanted, was your ex to pop up and scare him off, so you kept it from him. limiting your relationship to phone calls at arranged times incase your ex was keeping tabs.

“i’m sorry, hobie,” is all you could muster, not even scratching the tip of the catastrophic iceberg that wedged the back of your throat.

“it’s okay, darlin’, don’t worry that pretty little head over it,” and just like every phone call, you melted into his words, “i love you, yeah? i’ll call you tomorrow at 5.”

“i’ll be waiting,” you smiled, cheeks flushed at his gentle affirmations, “i love you.”

with a ruckus of movement, and what sounded like a kiss, the call ended, and you stared at the screen silently for a moment. not much longer could you avoid it, and the malten bubble of dread spilled into your gut.

sending him a quick text:

‘good luck tomorrow, handsome. what’s the venue called again? you’ll do amazing x’

you turned off your phone, discarding it on the bed as you climbed into the hole of guilt you’d dug yourself.

“oi, you ready, blud?” hobie’s band mate yelled above the bustle and cheers from the crowd before them. large, bejewelled hands poised onto his guitar strings, he smirked.

“always.”

with a nod to the roadie, the lights went up, illuminating the stage and instruments, hobie's glowing with a harsh red tint. immediately, his sepia eyes digested the crowd. seeing the flushed, excitable faces staring back at him sent a shot of confidence to his bones, and they moved, strumming the guitar with such vigor that the stage floor shook beneath his feet. cheers erupted, and yet felt oddly empty. it was missing something, and he knew what it was immediately.

he'd truly give his all to have you there, front stage in his eyeline, screaming his songs like gospel. not that he'd ever seen you properly, only seeing teasing selfies you'd sent him over the months you'd been together. he didn't care, inherently, he'd fallen head over heels for your personality; a pretty face was only just a bonus.

however, he did yearn for your touch. to feel his hands in your hair, to kiss your cheek, your nose, your neck. he longed to have you with him, even just doing stupid little tasks, having you by his side through the domestic side of life.

his gall spurred him on, his passion surging through his fingertips, spilling out into the sound waves. the audience were lapping it up, screams and chants only barely audible under the booming power of their set. song, after song, after song his talented blood seeped out onto the strings, and his feet were almost numb from the vibration of the bass.

the final song arrived, and his chest was burning, vision blurry, heart pounding against his chest – and he loved it. it was their biggest crowd, their most excitable achievement so far, and his blood pumped with adrenaline as he finished off the set, falling to his knees as he strum his guitar with one final chord. lights falling, his chest was heaving and his eyes scanned the audience one final time – you weren’t there. he had to accept that.

“that was fuckin’ sick, blud!” his bassist yelled as they exited the stage, palm slapping hobie’s shoulder blade and elicited a wide, ecstatic grin.

“you smashed it, mate,” hobie shouted back over the booming stereo that took their place.

“nah, man, you stole the show,” his bassist shook his head, patting him again in appreciation, “good that your lady’s here to see it, too, she must be proud.”

“i wish, mate,” he sighed.

“did you not see her?” his ears perked up, and at his confused expression, his bandmate continued, “over at the back, by the bar, i didn’t know what she looked like, but she was asking after you. ‘er story adds up.”

"shit," he mutters, feet solid on the ground. his heart pounds, skeptical of your presence, but chest bursting with hope that it just might be you, "look, bro, i need to–"

"go! go, man, go see her," his bandmate pushes him in the direction of the bar, and he almost stumbles over his own feet to push the stage door open, met with the chaos of the crowded bar.

dark eyes scanning the aimless faces, he searched for anyone who could look like you; his stature brought him above everyone else, only by a little, but gave him an advantage to seek you out.

"sorry, i need to get past," he repeated, over and over to unassuming bodies, setting through the chaos to find his peace. pushing out at the back, a wave of light met him, shining through empty pint glasses and illuminating the bar.

there you were.

standing quietly, head nodding along to the blasting instrumentals, drink in hand; you were heart-stopping. and he was pretty sure his did. even if he’d never seen you face-to-face, he’d memorised the soft plump of your lips, alluring light in your eyes, even the way your hair fell against your skin from the photos he'd seen. there was no doubt it was you, and my god, you were beautiful. he couldn’t even stop his legs if he tried, as they carried him over to you.

"y/n?" his voice barely travelled through the sound waves, but it hit your ear like a familiar embrace.

turning to him, eyes wide and bright in the twinkling of the bar lights. you drunk him in, warm eyes swallowing every part of him. you'd seen pictures, again, but it could never compare to him. dark brown skin, soft to its complexion, hugged his bones in every perfect way; folding at the creases of his handsome face. he was tall, very tall, and the detail of the curves and indents of his muscles, altered by the shadows of the dim bar light, made your head fuzzy. god, he was beautiful – nothing that a digital screen could ever portray with justice.

"hobie," your voice was crisper than he was used to, and he would bottle it if he could, "hey, handsome, you got a–"

"come 'ere," he interrupted, essentially scooping you into his tense embrace, melting into your scent, the feel of you in his arms. his heart was pounding against his chest. you wrapped yourself around him, running your hands along his leather jacket, ghosting the skin below it.

"you interrupted my introduction," you pouted against his shoulder, "had a whole little joke planned and everything, you know."

"go on, hit me, love," he pulled back a tiny bit, his arms still glued around your waist, looking down through his lashes. you faltered under his intense gaze, giddy smile bursting onto your face and you buried your head in his chest.

"nuh uh, not anymore," you shook your head against him, "you ruined it."

his hand came up to touch your face whilst you spoke, following the edge of your hairline and tucking your hair around your shoulder. he was in awe, having you here, having you with him. tightening his embrace, he didn't want to let you go – ever.

"mhmm," his voice vibrated his chest, and you pulled away, "i'm sure it was hilarious, love."

"it really was," you chuckled, giddy in his presence.

the air grew thicker, your laughter dying out and left with just his strong gaze, his dark brown eyes following yours. you could barely comprehend him being here, in front of you, around you, and he was so much more than you had imagined. feeling his calloused hand caress your cheek, you leaned into his touch, inviting him into your world. cupping your face, hobie bought himself to you, leaning down until his pierced lips were ghosting your own. months he'd dreamed of this, imagined how it would feel to kiss his girl, to taste your lips and feel your love. he could feel your breath, and you were about to give in, until you pulled away.

"wait, i–" you swallowed thickly, pulling your touch from him.

"what's up, darlin'?" his eyes scanned your face for any sign of reason, "did i do somethin'?"

"no! no, you," you sighed, "you're perfect, it's not you."

he'd be lying through his teeth if he denied the pit of anxiety building deep in his stomach, bubbling up his throat.

"what is it?"

"i–" you stuttered again, and fought to get your words out of your brain and into the thick air of the bar, "i haven't been telling you the truth."

silence. just for a second. hobie's brain working over time.

"look, if you've got another fella, or somethin', just get it over with–"

"no! no, hobie, i'm yours, i promise," your words settled him for a second.

"my parents don't care about us, they aren't strict, in fact, they were happy when i told them about you," you begun, opening the dam.

"they know about me?" his voice was smaller than you were used to, and if your brain had a spare synapse to process it, you'd probably have melted.

"yes, and i'm sorry i haven't told you," you avoided his eyes, "it's my ex."

"oh, fuckin' 'ell," he sighed, dropping his arms to his side, and he's about to speak, until you interrupt.

"we broke up years ago, but he's never left me alone," you ring your wrists with your hands nervously, and hobie notices – you looked terrified, "i've tried everything; i've tried the police, i've moved countless times, i've changed jobs, made new friends, met new people – he won't leave me be."

tears welled up now, and his heart reached for you, but his arms stayed stuck by his side.

"every guy that i meet, he's, i don't know, calling them telling them i'm someone i'm not, or following them home and slashing tires, or roughing them up outside pubs," paranoia enveloped you, and your eyes darting around the crowd, "i was so scared, because you're the best i've ever had, and probably will ever have, and i don't want him to scare you off."

"y/n–"

"and i understand if this has done exactly what i'm scared of, because i get that keeping it from you was awful, but i was only trying to protect you and–"

his lips cut you off, warm against your own, capturing your words and pushing them back down your throat. hands on your cheeks, body flush against your own, you melted into him completely. it felt like heaven, like months of tension and longing unravelling like ribbon into the wind. it was safe, gentle, like a promise – a promise that it didn't scare him, and that he was yours.

"is he here?" his voice was low, lips hovering yours.

"i-i don't know," you were flustered, your brain trying to make sense of it all, but his hand on the small of your back stopped any cognitive thoughts, "i haven't seen him."

watching him, hobie's dark eyes floated around the crowd, before falling back onto you. smirk on his lips, he placed a quick peck onto your cheek.

"hmm, i hope he enjoyed the show," he chuckled lowly, and you couldn't help but mimic it, relief flooding off your shoulders, "how about we go somewhere a bit safer?"

"like where?" you questioned, intrigued by the coaxing tone of his voice.

"well, i only live around the corner," he shrugged, before offering his hand. blushing, you slipped your hand into his, the soft skin of his fingers pulling you towards him, until he threw his arm around your shoulder.

"nothing could scare me off, you know," he whispered, placing a kiss to your hair, "i'm 'ard as nails."

"oh yeah?" you giggled.

"mhmm."

clothed eyes glued to the suspicious figure, hobie stood on a rooftop, footsteps silent as he follows the man below. tailing him through the cobbled back lanes of london, hobie's back tingled with apprehension – he'd been following him for at least a mile, waiting for a perfect opportunity.

and he'd finally found it.

pausing his heavy stroll, the man dug into his pockets and pulled out a slightly crushed pack of cigarettes, fumbling further for a lighter. a small orange glow lit up the air around him as he puffed away, smoke fluttering to meet hobie's nose.

silently, hobie swung to a platform below, pulling his guitar tighter against his back and dropped to the hard ground. the sound of his leather boots colliding with the cobble made the man turn in his direction, eyes wide at the sight.

"spiderman?" the man breathed between puffs, voice hoarse, "can i help you?"

"you know what, i think you can," hobie strutted, hands stuffed into his leather jacket, lanky stance towering him, "are you y/n's ex fella?"

"who's asking?" he questioned stupidly, and hobie let out a laugh.

"bruv, who's– are you stupid or somethin'?" hobie punched him lightly in the shoulder, "do you not see the whole get up?"

"the fuck have you got to do with y/n?" he spat, defensive stance taking over his body.

"none of your business," hobie knew that would sting, "but you're gonna leave her alone, fella."

"you don't know what you're talking about."

"i'm not askin', mate," hobie stepped closer, "and i'm not givin' you a choice."

before he could even utter a response, hobie had swung his spike-studded arm in his direction, knuckles colliding against the pathetic man's jaw, knocking him to the ground below.

"tha's my girl you're messin' with now."

[hwanchaesong]

Ephemeral (Second Chances) Preview

pairing: Jungwon X F!Reader

synopsis: You sat and listened to the silence, the time ticked and you watched him walk down the aisle full of strangers. What scared you though, was the fact that everyone was blurry except for his dimples that you used to kiss.

word count: tba

genre & warnings: angst, fluff, suggestive, warnings tba

a/n: this is a teaser for the upcoming Enhypen: Tropes & Parallels series that i've been working on. i hope y'all look forward to it. please don't hesitate to tell me if you wanted to be added to the taglist. tysm 🩷

"Red roses are good. Also, please add some white lillies and pink carnations into the roster, she'll love it." you rambled to the florist, but she merely gave you an understanding nod and proceeded to work with your request.

A yawn was heard from the corner of the shop and you suppressed the urge to punch the suspect of the offending sound, you chose the peaceful option of ignoring the person, continuing to mind your own business not until someone broke the silence that you've been enjoying.

"What's taking so long?" he asked, boredom lacing his tone, and that's when you whipped around to give him a warning look.

"Jungwon, picking the perfect flowers takes some time. If you want to go home, then go. No one's stopping you." you sassily replied, gracing him a tight lipped smile on the process.

It irked you even more when he rolled his eyes, mumbling something under his breath that you're sure is a snide remark towards you.

You sighed, rubbing your forehead and pondering of some ways to de-stress later. Surely, planning a proposal with your ex-boyfriend is something that you, a sane person, wouldn't do during your free time but here you are.

What was your brother even thinking, sending you with this jerk (which is conveniently his best friend), to help and prepare for the upcoming surprise for his girlfriend. Of course you'd love to do whatever you can for your dear sibling, but this is ruthless.. and plain torture.

Just before you go deeper within your thoughts, a handsome man holding a bouquet of your chosen flowers emerged from the back room. He beamed at you, his eyes crinkling adorably and his dimples poked through his cheeks.

"Hello there!" he greeted you with joy, polite but bright and it made you naturally smile as well. Like they say, happiness is a virus that can easily infect anyone.

"Yes, hello uhm.." you trailed off, looking at his name tag, "Soobin?"

"That's me." he giggled and dear lord, were you about to burst at his charming facade, "I'm the floral designer here and I wanna ask if you're okay with this presentation?" he raised an eyebrow, showing you the beautifully arranged bunch of flowers, wrapped in an abaca and tied with a pink ribbon.

"Oh, it's gorgeous! You're great at this." you exclaimed, making the tall man blush, getting shy at your compliment.

"Ah, not really. The flowers are doing most of the work here, which I'm guessing are your favorites?" he scratched the back of his head, gazing at you with a soft smile.

Jungwon on the other hand frowned, like, what the fuck is this exchange of flirting he's seeing?

Not. Fucking. Tolerable.

He stood up from where he was seated, slamming his hand on the counter, effectively startling the two people who were conversing which gave him immense satisfaction.

"That's good enough. We'll take that." he feigned a charming smile, allowing the dent on his cheeks to show as well.

That Soobin guy can go to hell, his height and deep voice (that were a stark contrast to his own traits) do not matter, he's not the only one with dimples here.

You were shocked, surprised, disturbed, all adjectives out there are not enough to describe the bombshell that Jungwon dropped, but you weren't gonna stand there and let him be rude. Right as you were about to tell him off and apologize to Soobin, he managed to leave an impact again.

This time, it's fatal for your poor, weak heart.

"And those aren't her favorites. It's a combination of lilac, purple peonies and white tulips, actually."

You craned your neck to look at him, realizing the small proximity you two are in. He's mere inches away from you. Too close that you're able to see his sharp side profile and inhale the scent that you've tried to desperately forget during the sleepless nights where all you've wanted was to be held by him.

You have forgotten about Soobin by now, the vow that you took, the walls that you've built, everything. The only thing that you care about as of the moment is that Jungwon remembers.

Jungwon still knows the flowers that you wanted for your own wedding.

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[paraliveimaginesblog]

Hello, can I request how they treat their little sister if they had one for hajun, shogo and kanata. Tysm!

Hajun Yeon:

Hajun kept you at a comfortable distance. If you didn’t have the same relationship with him as Dongha he’s probably fonder of you, but he knows his presence in your life would likely just make it more difficult. You might not ever be the ‘golden child’ but you were at least taken care of. There is a part of him that still reached out to show care every now and again, very nonchalantly as to not reveal he was worried about how your parents might be treating you. If you needed something you knew you could message him but you also tried not to bother him too much, not wanting him to think about the awful home life he had been sent away from.

Kanata Yatonokami:

Kanata is an overly protective big brother. The bond he has with Nayuta is hard to parallel but you know the two of them still love you and include you in their plans. Even without their twin connection you’re all the family they have left, and they wanted to keep you safe. You’re perfectly content supporting them from the side and cheering them on when they perform, and they always look for you in the crowd when they’re up on stage.

Shogo Yamato:

Shogo doesn’t get to see you as much as he’d like but he always sends you gifts or letters to let you know he’s thinking of you. You’ve interacted with him on VISTY lives multiple times to many aw’s from the crowd, who thought it very sweet that he was such a doting big brother. You’ve always had a good relationship despite him being far more famous than you could ever dream, but you’ve never had a complaint about getting to support him. You hoped he achieved his dreams and finally stepped out from under your fathers shadow.

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Since you say requests are open and you want some 🤭

I haven’t seen a Wilford one from you in your masterlist, so! (If you were comfortable with it!) something where Wilford confesses to a gn reader. Where Wilford asked them out, but the reader thinks it’s a friendly outing but when Wilford asks them to date him, they fully realize the situation and get flustered!

Keep putting out stories, you’ve got this and I’m proud of you Andrew! ☺️

Confession (Wilford Warfstache x GN! Reader)

OOOO I'VE BEEN DYING TO WRITE FOR WILFORD!! ALSO TYSM FOR YOUR KIND WORDS LJ THEY MEANS LOTS TO ME!! <333

The clock on the wall of your office was ticking away as you typed on the computer. You still had a long way to go before your shift ended, But it wasn't like you had much outside of work in the first place considering you lived by yourself. You started typing again, but you were interrupted by a hand being put on your shoulder, which startled you and caused you to fall off your chair. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry my dear. Are you alright?" a familiar voice asked, reaching a hand out towards you. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you met Wilfords gaze. He smiled charmingly as he helped you up. "I'm fine, thank you, Wil." You said, quickly looking to the ground. "Good! I can't have my future lover- I mean.. very good friend being injured!" He stated, brushing some floor dirt of your shoulders. "Did you need anything?" You asked him, sitting back down on your chair. "Oh yes! Would you meet me in my office in about..30 minutes? I have something of utmost importance to discuss with you." He responded, straightening his bowtie. Before you could agree, he was gone and there was a sucker on your desk of your favourite flavour. You pondered on why Wilford might want to meet you in his office, He was very unpredictable so really it could be anything from a trap to kill you or wanting your help with something.

30 minutes had passed and you walked into Wilfords office, taking in the scenery. It was like walking into a parallel dimension where everything was vomited on by pastels and a rainbow. The only thing that really stuck out in the room was the blob of void which was Wilfords cat. The cat perked up and ran over to you, rubbing herself up against your legs happily. You felt oddly compelled to pet this cat, so you did. The cat purred and meowed in response, continuing to rub her fur all over your clothes. "Thank you, I appreciate the gesture." You told the cat, your tone dripping with sarcasm. Wilford appeared and picked up the cat, smiling at your presence. "Oh you came! I'm very glad." He spoke eagerly as he set the cat atop the cat tree in the room. "Now, we have much to discuss. Have a seat!" He said, ushering you towards the empty chair on the opposite side of his desk. "So, why did you want me here?" You asked, a hint of fear in your tone. "I wanted to know if you'd perhaps be interested in dinner with me tonight? My treat of course." He said, smiling like the gentleman he was. "Oh sure! I'd love to. I always enjoy it when my friends ask to hang out!" You said, smiling. Wilfords smile faltered for a moment. "..Right, yes..̷f̷̷r̷̷i̷̷e̷̷n̷̷d̷̷s̷...." You could've sworn his eye twitched. "Well then my dear, you should be finishing up your work. I wouldn't want to keep you from it." He said, waving his hand at you dismissively. You exited the office, closing the door behind you.

Wil turned around in his chair as he twirled his mustache. "I must wow them with something grand. Something that'll surely sweep them off their feet." He thought long and hard, but his legs started cramping. He went to get up but he felt a fluffy mass in his lap. He looked down and found his cat sitting there. "Hm. Well, that's a problem." He stated while petting the cat.

A few hours later, you entered the restaurant and gaped at how marvelous it was. You felt incredibly out of place as a hostess guided you to where Wilford sat. He looked absolutely gorgeous, wearing a wonderful crisp suit and pink tie, he held something behind his back but you couldn't make out what it was exactly. He smiled brightly as he saw you. "You made it! Have a seat!" You did as told, sitting in front of him. "I've been meaning to tell you something, very very important..But it may damage our friendship.." He hesitated for a moment. "Whatever you tell me, I'm sure it won't damage anything about our friendship. You're my best friend Wiford and you always will be, no matter what." Wilford sighed. "I am going to cut straight to the point. I am madly in love with you and I'd very much like it if you'd become my lover." He quickly said, placing a bouquet pink roses between the 2 of you. Your cheeks flushed a shade of red you never thought existed. "Y-You like me? W-Wil..I..I feel the same.." You sputtered out, your face only getting hotter. Oh god, you felt like you were about to pass out from excitement. Wilford smiled. "I love you, so very much sugarplum."

"I love you too, Wil.."

[muiitoloko]

Hi! I was wondering if you take requests and if so, could you please do a harry hart hc! it could be anything at all from smut to fluff and anything inbetween! tysm

Author's Notes: Yes, I am accepting requests! Thank you very much for your order. I already had a headcanon of Harry in my drafts, but in writing I focused only on Harry Hart without including an original character or reader element. So I hope this satisfies your request. Thanks again for ordering!

Please let me know if there's anything specific you'd like to know about Harry Hart or if you have any other requests. I'm here to help you!

- Harry's life outside the spy agency revolves around his love for butterflies. He spends his free time as a lepidopterist, studying and collecting butterflies. His house is adorned with paintings of butterflies, and he has an extensive collection of stuffed butterflies displayed on his walls.

- Harry has a dedicated notebook where he sketches and draws intricate butterfly illustrations. He finds solace in the delicate beauty of these creatures and loses himself in the art of capturing their essence on paper. It's a private and therapeutic hobby that allows him to unwind from the demands of his spy life.

- In terms of his sex life, Harry is no stranger to one-night stands. His dangerous career and the commitment it demands make it difficult for him to maintain long-term relationships. However, he is a skilled lover who knows how to please a woman, adapting his approach based on his partner's preferences or his own mood at the time.

- While Harry can be rough and dominant in the bedroom, he is also capable of showing tenderness and kindness to his partners. He is perceptive and attentive, always attuned to their desires and needs. He enjoys exploring different dynamics and role-playing scenarios, creating a thrilling and fulfilling experience for both parties involved.

- Harry's encounters are discreet and carefully chosen, ensuring the safety of both himself and his partner. He values privacy and understands the importance of maintaining secrecy in his line of work. His rendezvous are passionate, but he never lets emotions get too involved, keeping a firm boundary between his personal and professional life.

- Despite his casual approach to relationships, there are times when Harry yearns for something more. He craves a deeper connection and companionship, but the nature of his work makes it challenging to pursue a traditional romance. He often finds solace in the arms of his partners, appreciating the fleeting moments of intimacy they share.

- Harry's encounters sometimes serve as an escape from the high-stakes world of espionage, allowing him to let go of the weight of his responsibilities and indulge in pure physical pleasure. It provides a temporary respite from the dangers and complexities of his life as a spy.

- When it comes to his partners, Harry is selective and values intelligence, confidence, and a sense of adventure. He is drawn to strong-willed individuals who can match his wit and engage him both mentally and physically.

- Harry's love for butterflies parallels his approach to relationships – appreciating their beauty and fleeting nature. He embraces the transient moments, cherishing them for what they are, but always aware that they may flutter away in an instant.

[mobius-m-mobius]

Hi, it's the “love is a dagger” anon again! I hope you're having an amazing day! Firstly, I wanted to say thank you so much for making the gifset I requested!!

Secondly, I wanted to point out how, judging by their shape and design, the daggers Mobius had in his locker and gave to Loki for protection in 1x2 were most likely the same ones Loki lost to the Bifrost on the sacred timeline. The daggers, just like Loki, were once lost to time and space but then they were found and cherished by Mobius. It takes the entire metaphor to a whole new level and further cements the fact that the quote is specifically in relation to lokius. 🥺

You don't have to if you don't want to, of course, but a gifset of this connection between the daggers in the Loki series and the daggers in the Thor movies and how they relate back to lokius would be very nice to see, especially with how beautiful your gifsets always are!!

Hey again 🗡️ anon, lovely to hear from you!! The day has been a great one so far, hope the same for yours and had a wonderful time making your set 🥰

Completely agree with your observation about the daggers Mobius kept and tried to return to Loki being the ones lost on the sacred timeline, then considering what we know about how the TVA frowned upon personal artifacts or really anything at all to define individualization or connection outside work it means all the more for Mobius to have made a point of seeking out one of the few items Loki found comfort and identity in to treasure 🥺

As to your new request, first of all tysm for the compliment about my gifs, it's truly appreciated and I'd be more than happy to build on more Lokius parallels but (and I always feel a little sheepish confessing this LOL) I've... not actually seen any Thor movies, or hardly any of the MCU outside a bit of phase 1 + The Avengers and some clips involving Bruce and Vision so the irony of being caught up waiting for glimpses of Mobius for eternity isn't lost, trust me 😅😂 If you have any specific scenes or moments from the movies in mind though please feel free to let me know!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ARRIII i've watched hidden inventory and by request... am here to let you know my thoughts!!

first of all. i had no idea that it opened with suguru's monologue on exorcising curses... the weariness in his voice physically hurts me. the pacing and structure of this arc was so beautiful though! season 1 felt a little slow at times but the way everything is set up... hooh...

it's hard for me to put my thoughts into words but, hidden inventory truly was nothing short of tragic, i love how they absolutely Had to put a montage of all their happiness together before brutally shattering lol... riko's death scene was so painful though... i've seen it at least a few dozen times, but i haven't seen her backstory/joyous moments leading right up to it and just, everything disappearing in front of both of their eyes, suguru's shock and being frozen in place... she deserved so much better. she truly is the little sister of all time, i have no idea how people send her so much hate :( she's so pure-hearted and a cutie patootie (also adore her design). i'm glad they at least got to go the churaumi aquarium that suguru did so much research on!

episode 5 is . Yeah. it sucked balls. he is so beautiful though el oh el... just watching him fall into that dark pit... he's a little too easy to understand (we have much in common.. sigh). what i really didn't expect though was the scene where he massacres the village. again, i've seen it before but just... watching it the way it was intended, with the events and emotional turmoil leading to that final decision makes it all the more painful and just... his expression and the sound design at that part was absolutely Woah. they definitely portrayed his moral struggles in a way that viewers can sympathize with! the shower scene... i can go on forever but it's really heartbreaking how much trauma he had to go through for the sake of others, and it's portrayed in a way that even the viewers can miss, like the sound of the shower and the rain on the windows.

and i'm glad we got to see suguru's nature before the defection...! even though to me, a lot of his core traits are still the same. he just changed the direction of his morals and life goals. he's still full of love and a protector to the core. we miss you happy teen geto... that being said the the animators did an amazing job at portraying all the despair in his heart! truly have not seen anime on this level before. i'm very honored to have been able to watch it and then discuss with you :D

also i love how obnoxious satoru is like... truly the duo of All time. he's so cutiepie to me and it my heart aches when i remember how little we've seen them together, happy, and how they've clung onto their memories and love for each other after all this time. 🌖

MY LITTLE 🌖 ANON!!!! TYSM FOR SHARING YOUR THOUGHTS W MEEE 🥺🥺🥺 i love talking about this arc so so much………

SUGURU’S OPENING LINES . they set the tone so well!!!!!! it was such a good choice on mappa’s part….. and just such a chilling and sad opening to the season :’3 the voice acting is soooo good too. he really does sound so weary and broken down…. our poor baby…….

AND RIKO’S DEATHHHHHH THEY DID IT SO MUCH JUSTICE . i will never not be insane about the fucking PAUSE after she gets shot . the slow, slow seconds ticking by with only silence as suguru processes what just happened. and obviously the shot too :/// it’s so sudden and jarring….. I LOVE RIKO SO MUCH TOOOO SHE’S THE CUTEST LITTLE SISTER EVER :(((((( thankfully i haven’t encountered many riko haters myself but. it’s so ironic/telling that people dislike her as if she isn’t the most obvious parallel to satoru ever 😭😭 i adore them both…. i’m happy they got those tiny peaceful moments before the tragedy too :’3

AND EPISODE 5 . EPISODE 5. sorry 🌖 anon i’m abt to ramble i think…… ep 5 my absolute BELOVED ever ever ever :333 IT RLLY DOES SUCK HUH. his spiral is so sickening because it really is so grounded !!!! it was partially because of outside trauma and events but also a slow internal deterioration…. definitely one of the most realistic anime fall from grace plots i’ve seen . AND I’M SOO HAPPY YOU MENTIONED THE SOUND DESIGN!!!! THE CLAPPING!!!!!! MIXING WITH THE RAIN AND SHOWER!!!!!!! it’s so GOOD. some of my fav jjk osts are in that episode too …… arrogance and premature………. they’re all so good ……. ANDD THE VILLAGE SCENE 😵‍💫😵‍💫 they did that so wonderfully…… it’s so intense!! and the colours!!!!

ALSOOOO THE SYMBOLISM OF THAT SCENE. the two candles…. suguru’s two shadows symbolizing his two choices……. and then one candle burns out . and he makes his choice. the symbolism in his conversation with yuki drives me insane every single time too…. the fact that she tells him his choices — to give in to his hatred or fight against it — while pointing in two different directions…. an emergency exit, and a dark hallway with no end in sight . it’s just so clever.

AH I ALSO NEED TO MENTION THE ANIMATION. i LOVE LOVE LOVE the animation in ep 5……. especially that final scene with cult leader geto…… i’m fairlyyyy sure the animator for csm ep 8 worked on it?? at least it looks that way 😭 and that style is one of my favs so . i was eating so good…… a painful episode but just so masterfully made phewwwwww

ANDDD I AGREE . suguru never truly changes at his core!!!! he’s always been selfish, he’s always been defined by love/devotion, and he’s always been a protector . :(((( i think it’s sooo telling that his ideology never really changes — whether he’s a teenager or a cult leader, he dedicates himself to protecting those who are most exploited in his eyes. i think it’s important to remember that non-sorcerers are a minority!! and suguru didn’t understand how badly they could be harrassed by sorcerers until he saw it himself…….. he really is a protector at his heart :’3

i’m so happy i could watch and discuss this arc with you too 🌖 anon <333 i love hearing your thoughts!!!! teentoru rlly is such a cutie isn’t he…. silly little guy…… it’s funny how adult gojo comes off as immature but then you see how he was as a teen and it’s like . he rlly matured a Lot didn’t he 😭

[hsr-texts]

hi im the one that requested that angst one and i was kinda preparing for it to be skipped since it was a heavy topic but tysm for doing it! God i love all their reactions and how in character it is... luocha's is probably my faves considering how his descent went and given who we know he's the expy off... it's not a far off mark that he'll do exactly that haha

anyway take care and stay hydrated! Tysm again!!!

yessss thank you for pointing that out because i wanted to add a parallel between luocha and otto! really glad you liked the request :D

[trashcora]

MY SWEETSWEETCORABEAR I LOVE YOUR PARALLEL GIFS SO MUCH I TEARED UP 😭 I couldn't really get into Mando this season cuz it was just, well... I'll keep it to myself 😂 But after the finale & then seeing all your gifs I'm just so so happy & EMOTIONAL & everything is right again! (DIN GROGU WITH HIS PAPA HOLY MOLY 😭😭😭 The best ending I could possibly ask for the both of them)! So how did you like this season, lil bear?

MY SWEETSWEETNONNIE!!!!! 🧸

i must apologize for the lateness of my response i still really don't know my opinions of this season we'll see what my brain spits out in this ramble im about to give you. but before i do - tysm for your kind words on that parallel gifset i have to props the other nonnie who requested it! I really really really like how that set turned out and i was emotional too making it🥺♥️ brings me back to the core of the show - a dad & his son traveling the galaxy.

okay.... for this season.... i have a lot of thoughts. my poor co worker who i would rant to every wednesday of my disappointments of the latest episode. shout out to you clara i know you give 0 fuqs about star wars but ty for letting me rant😌

as much as I like bo katan, the reinstatement of mandalore, the exploration of the clans... i really missed my two boys - that's what im here for their little shenanigans.

I think Din became a side character in his story - but to be fair i don't think he ever wanted to be the main character.

There were moments in this season that i really adored - grogu in the ig-12 suit made me so much happier than i expected. I think the finale was the best episode of the season, giving us in my opinion the best fight scene of the series (din + red lighting + being a bad ass OOOOF yes more of that). And the ending!!! my man can finally REST!!! He as a whole ass house - a bed, a place where grogu can play in the sun!!!! That ending was very perfect. All that said.... moments don't make the season good.

Not sure where they're heading in the future. All this "mandoverse" talk i don't really want it. I think the Mandalorian was great because it was star wars but you really didn't need to know all the other star wars lore until the introduction of luke (WHICH WAS AMAZING im not complaining) you really could just pop in and watch this space cowboy on his side quests and have a great time.

SO i guess i was let down this season :( I still really enjoy the show and will continue to watch any & all mando content. I don't want to be overly pessimistic of the season. Maybe my opinions will change over time or when I give the show another rewatch!

ty sweetsweetnonnie for sending in the ask!! & ty to anyone out there who read this lol this was just my brain spewing thoughts really fast so if its incoherent i apologize. and if you really enjoyed this season! thats great!! this is just what i was feeling.

[diazly]

Hii! Do you take gif requests? Because I'd really love to see the parallel of buck saving eddie and eddie asking if he's hurt (and he's like nonono I'm good) vs buck saving hen and her asking if he's ok and cleaning blood off his face. Two moments that are so special 😭 they were so worried about him even though they were hurt

tysm for the request! posted here, i hope you like it!

[isawken]

omg tysm for asking this totally unprompted question!

so i gotta preface- i'm a bit of a fraud. i'm not An Actual Clown. also this post got away from me like a clown pulling handkerchief after handkerchief outta their pants

in the year 2020 i started getting really into clowns. i'd always liked jesters and harlequins and such, but that year i really super duper went full bore into Fool territory. it started with the look- i like gaudy and bright colors and garish patterns so the ~clowncore~ aesthetic hooked me. but then i was like. wow i really like the idea of dressing up as a clown myself, for fun. so i did! the more i got into clowns and such the more i started posting about it on twitter, and around 13,000 people liked it enough to follow me over it. i mean i won't lie, i know a lot of the traction was gained by my cleavage-heavy clown selfies, but they also would like my non-sexual clown posts. parallel to the aesthetic journey i undertook, i started doing what i do to every thing i gain even vague interest in: spending unreasonable amounts of time researching its history.

if there was a Clown Facts Iceberg, the second tier would contain the Clown Egg. you can check out this thread from the organization from which the Clown Egg tradition started for a lil more info, but the short of it is, the founder of the first major clown organization (now known as Clowns International) painted up chicken eggs in the likenesses of famous clowns, and it eventually grew to be a tradition that every member of that organization got their very own egg. this serves as both a fun membership benefit and also a registry, to put one's signature clown persona on the books as a form of pseudo-copyright. the funny part is, the founder wasn't even An Actual Clown. he was just a chemist who loved them.

i learned about this pretty early on in my research. needless to say, i thought this ruled and i would often think how fun it would be to get my own egg. by this time i'd settled on my "signature" clown look and name. meet Swankie:

of course, Clowns International is for actual clowns. like, people whose job is Clown. i was just a clown-appreciator, an e-clown at absolute best, my audience just a dozen-thousand twitter users (and also thousands of other social media users who consumed my various viral tweets via circulated screenshots i still see floating around today). unless i seriously pursued clowning as a career there's no way i'd be able to get one legitimately.

fast forward to a warm summer tuesday night in 2022. i am sipping canadian club whiskey and looking at Clowns International's website. the form to request membership is right there, in tantalizing editable PDF form. i look it over. they don't ask for any credentials other than a brief description of your clowning history.

i fill it out, send pictures of my look, send it to their inbox, finish my whiskey, and go to sleep.

i have a response the very next morning. the head of the org is pulling double duty as secretary. she is incredibly kind, saying my clown face is very cute, and informs me i forgot to fill out a separate form they need to process my membership. i do it immediately. another business day passes and i have a digitally-drawn up membership card. i'm clown number 22011. and with that, she says she's sent an order for a pair of eggs to be made for me- one for the registry, and one for me to keep.

she also says she's interested in my mention of social media on my application (i touted my many thousand followers in an attempt to leverage legitimacy). she says she'd love to talk more to me one-on-one, and introduce me to the board of the organization if i'm willing to give pointers. i agree, highly nervous about the amount of lying i'm going to have to do until i get my fucking egg. but there is nothing that will stop me.

i call her on the phone and we have a lengthy one-sided conversation where she divulges a wide variety of grievances she has about how the organization right now is in total disarray, utterly unorganized, and people aren't pitching in, and she's looking for help. she tells me the current social media chair member is a woman about my age, the daughter of one of the head chairclowns. "but," she says, in a voice intimating disdain i am obviously supposed to agree with, "she's not even an actual clown."

to my great relief, my non-committal "ah" is a satisfactory response, and she continues on. we talk more and i offer to draw up a treatment plan for their social medias. she's ecstatic, and asks me to present it at their next board meeting. i agree, and two weeks later i'm on a zoom meet with a half dozen 50+ year old British clowns going through an eighteen-page document i made detailing best practices for social media, a breakdown of SEO, proposed content schedules, and even examples of posts they can use if they so desire. they all seem to like what i'm bringing to the table. i feel good, having done something helpful to them and not having to lie too much in the process. they end the call telling me they will send me their organization's social media passwords and that i can start posting right away.

this was not part of the plan. but i'm in too deep now.

that twitter thread i linked earlier? that was me, baby! that was my first post on their behalf. i never got their instagram- i think the woman doing their social media didn’t wanna give it up, even though she never posted on it- but i did some good posting on their twitter account for about nine months or so. in that time i attended a handful more board meetings where i would just kind of watch old British people argue about bank transfers and event planning, and waited patiently for my egg. the head of the org said on one call their previous artist had been too unreliable, with several egg orders backed up. she had hired a new one, and any day now mine would be ready. this satisfied me. i just had to keep up my end of the bargain with their social media until i got my god damned egg.

sadly, i am mentally ill.

2023 kicks my ass and by the time autumn rolls around i've fallen off on posting, both for their account and my personal ones, my energy instead being taken up by my shit ass big boy job. it's almost a year since my application was first approved. i got a picture of the completed egg, i know it exists, but it’s been months since then and i still don’t have it. i’m assuming the British post threw it into the sea.

then, october 2023, It Happens.

my egg!!! my beautiful fucking egg!!!!! a testament that the power of hyperfixation and generosity combined with no small amount of lying can accomplish anything!!!!!

i have since ghosted the organization due to the aforementioned mental illness, but i still get their newsletters. i still have a deep love for clowns (check pinned for further proof), and i will always be Swankie. moral of my story is don’t let anyone ever tell you just cus you’re not An Actual Clown, you can’t get your very own egg.

hey.

[santacarlatourism]

May I please request Kevin Khatchadourian, spending time together headcannons? I love your work so much, it’s genuinely under appreciated! Take your time ! <3

Aw, I'm glad you like my writing, tysm!!! here are some headcanons <3

⮞ one of the quotes in the book is "kevin was a shell game in which all three cups were empty" and i think about that a lot and i think it applies here. the version of kevin you're getting can vary wildly, depending on how he wants you to perceive him, and there's not necessarily a rhyme or reason for the choice he makes.

it's likely if he's voluntarily choosing to spend time with you, though, that you get something closer to his authentic self. and i think that makes him question why you're choosing his company. you're not like lenny-- some loser who idolizes kevin and is easy to manipulate.

so it creates a cycle. he keeps spending time with you to figure out why you like to spend time with him, and the more time he spends with you the more curious he is about why you keep spending time with him.

⮞ you're still initiating most of the hang outs because kevin is not interested enough in most things to suggest anything.

⮞ tell him you need to grab something at the mall and ask if he wants to run over with you. he'll agree and he'll hate it.

however, you spot a sporting goods store and suggest you two dip in there, aware of kevin's love for archery. this... somewhat alleviates kevin's mood. archery is one of very few things kevin has an interest in, and as he peruses the equipment you can probably even get him to explain some of the sport to you and answer questions like what makes a good bow, are there different kinds of string, etc.

the more specific your question is, and the more they build off of previous answers he's given you, the more you seem to really be listening... well, the less likely he is to ask if you're stupid in response to one of them. and, admittedly, the more likely he is to decide that perhaps this trip was worth it.

don't get any ideas about buying him anything though, as a friendly or romantic gesture. something about that, especially so early on, is too easy to kevin. it's too transparent what your motivations are, and he'll stare you dead in the eye, "what, you want to buy me a little surprise just so i'll like you more? my parents can buy me this shit. doesn't make them special either."

gift giving, with kevin, should come much later, where he's less likely to see it as you initiating some sort of bribe or transaction.

⮞ i think i maybe mentioned this in another post, but i think a lot of hanging out with kevin comes down to parallel play more or less. he's on his computer doing his own thing, reading his copy of robin hood, outside shooting arrows, etc. and you're nearby, doing something. and while he looks like he's paying no attention to you, he's analyzing the situation. why isn't he as bothered by your company as he is by frank's, eva's, celia's, or even his ostensible friend lenny?

eventually, kevin realizes that the reason for this is that when he's with you, he feels like he does when he's alone. by this i mean... to some extent, kevin's actions with everyone are performance. this is the case with both franklin and eva, with his sister and with his peers.

but when he's with you he feels as himself as he does when he's utterly alone. except, perhaps, less bored.

this is where, if it hasn't already, kevin's interactions with you take a turn. his fascination grows beyond why you enjoy his company-- all though it's still a question-- and more on to you as a whole.

⮞ he starts playing hot and cold more. he wants to know how you react when plans with him fall through due to him cancelling last minute. do it back so he can be surprised by how displeased he is. it's going to be apparent he's testing with you, playing with you, but not necessarily why.

he may start suggesting hang outs here, but be warned, they're things he thinks you'll hate. he's curious to see if he's right, if he knows your tastes that well. but he's also just as curious to see if you're willing to put up with something you hate for his company.

while out you notice he's not enjoying himself either, and call him out on it. you ask if he even likes this activity. "nope," he'll respond, with a little smirk. you roll your eyes.

but honestly? he grows to find that he enjoys reveling in his contempt for people in your company more than he enjoys doing it alone. your sarcastic agreement with his snide remarks, the little light swats you give his arm when he's just far too harsh.

⮞ before you and kevin are really dating, people around you would have just grown to assume that's what was going on because your hang outs and time together had grown towards increasingly romantic activities in part because those were things you two simply hadn't done together yet.

in person or on the phone, kevin mentions to franklin that he's taking you to the movies. franklin teasingly tells his son not to do anything he wouldn't do and kevin freezes for a moment, realizing the implications, but it's not going to be clear how he feels about them for awhile. but it makes sense, kevin supposes: if you two are going on dates then you are, by default, dating. he's not too perturbed by it: dating isn't the same sort of romantic commitment as a relationship.

but even when it develops into a formal relationship much of the way he interacts with you is the same. for kevin putting a name to it is more so just to officialize what's already been going on for awhile. To keep you from getting any ideas that you can just easily dip out without warning at any time. Similar to dating, by the time it becomes a formal relationship you two will arguably have been in a relationship for awhile.

⮞ once kevin realizes he actually enjoys your presence and perhaps even likes you as an individual, he becomes more indulgent at times. he may show you how to fire a bow, or walk you through some of his computer knowledge so you can get your own to work better. share some knowledge with him in return-- if you know him well enough to know what he'd actually value learning.

[lavishedinjimin]

this is probably very weird/specific but dom joon finding y/n trying to get off with a shower head w/o his permission so he gets a spreader bar to keep her from closing her legs and keeps making her squirt until she nearly passes out okay bye 🥴

(PS I FREAKING LOVE YOU SM)

Namjoon the type to own bdsm equipment aanfadfnda

btw just a heads up that I added some degradation into this one! :D

love u too anon, tysm for the request! <3

~

"Not the fucking—" Namjoon sighs after realizing what you were doing in the bathroom. He knew something was up as soon as he couldn't find you anywhere in the house, the bathroom being the last resort. He hears moans and meek little whimpers, paired with the shower turned on, and he just knew exactly what that meant.

It was like you wanted him to find out. The bathroom door wasn't even locked and Namjoon easily bursts into the fogged-up room, pulling the shower curtain to the side.

He feels his chest pump rapidly.

"Namjoon!" you squeak, quickly shutting off the tap, covering yourself with your arms as if he hasn't seen you naked before. Your cheeks flush in shyness, embarrassed that he caught you.

"You aren't supposed to be here until an... an hour!"

Namjoon stays silent, although the expression on his face speaks louder than words. He crosses his buff arms together, radiating an intimidating aura.

"How many times have we gone through this, Y/n? Huh?"

His hand reaches out to tightly grab your arm, yanking you out of the shower and hauling you into the bedroom.

You cringe at the thought of getting the carpet and bed wet, but Namjoon doesn't care as he slams your body down on the mattress.

"How many times," he spreads your legs apart, "did I tell you," Namjoon continues while kneeling on each side of your thighs, "to not touch yourself when I'm not home?"

Without expecting, Namjoon lands a firm slap against your pussy.

The collision causes you to jump, arching your back as your clit throbbed. He slaps your cunt twice, three times, four times without pausing.

You let out streams of moans and curses, the pain making you want to curl up in a ball but Namjoon did not allow you to move.

"Are you really such a dependent, needy, pathetic slut that you had to fucking use the showerhead to get yourself off?" he degrades you with a dull and ominous tone, making your head spin. "Hm? Not going to lie, baby, but you looked absolutely pitiful doing that. Such a slut who couldn't handle not cumming for at least twenty-four hours."

You try to apologize, saying sorry for god knows how many times but he was just ignoring you. He watches your cunt leak your wetness from out of your hole, smirking as he finds it so desperate.

Namjoon suddenly stands. While in the process of walking towards the closet, he removes his shirt to reveal his toned upper body. Your mouth instantly waters to see him looking so fucking hot.

But the sight of him holding the red and black velvet spreader bar made you whimper. You shake your head, "No, not this time, please?"

"What makes you think that you're in charge, baby? And after all, this is your punishment to take."

Namjoon didn't quite take into consideration how bratty you've become. All the while he was trying to secure your ankles on the cuffs, you kept trying to wriggle around and trying to avoid getting your legs cuffed.

This just fueled his annoyance even more.

"Stay. Fucking. Still." He growls, eyes burning holes into yours. He finally puts your feet in place. Namjoon instantly spreads the bar wide until your legs part separately, unveiling your wet pussy in display like a piece of fresh meat.

"You're being so disobedient, Y/n. You want me to fuck you 'till you scream and beg me to stop?"

"Joon, I'm sorry! I won't do it again, I won't disobey you again, I promise."

He scoffs, pushing his pants down to let go of his erect cock, waiting to dive inside your pussy. "That's literally what you also said before. I'm not taking any of your apologies until I can see those tears running down your cheeks."

Namjoon was a man of words, and he literally does just what he said.

He was holding the spreader bar up parallel to your breasts, making your legs spread wide open for him as his cock drills inside your pussy. The two of you were a sweaty mess, fucking like dirty animals as Namjoon goes completely rough on you.

He grunts from the way your pussy gushes out and onto his cock, soaking it, making it easier for him to fuck you into oblivion.

"There! T-There!" you moan as he hits just the spot, "ohhh don't fucking stop!"

Seconds after that, your mind fades to black, feeling lightheaded as you feel an enormous surge of pleasure break through your system.

Namjoon curses, watching you squirt all over him, soaking him and the bedsheets. Some of your liquid even landed on his abdomen as he continues to fuck you without any remorse.

"Did you fucking squirt just by my cock?" he asks in disbelief, his sexual drive bigger than ever.

"Please," you barely say in a whisper, feeling so drained and overstimulated. Your chest heaves up and down as your body shakes, trying to get over the immense wave of euphoria that you just had.

"That was the hottest thing ever, Y/n. You fucking bet I'm gonna keep fucking you until you squirt for me again," Namjoon snickers from the way your eyes slowly widen. "Yeah, baby. We're not fucking done until you cry, remember?"

[dr4kenlvr]

Ooo may I get “enemies to lovers kissing for the first time, and it's a tender kiss” with baji? Thanks in advance 🌷

YOUR PROMPT: baji keisuke + mikey sano x “enemies to lovers kissing for the first time, and it's a tender kiss”

same prompt submission: 'hi omg could i please request mikey with “enemies to lovers kissing for the first time, and it's a tender kiss” tysm have a good day/night hehe'

a/n: of course! you and another person asked for the same prompt, so i'm putting the two together but separately! please enjoy <3

you skim over BAJI's answers for the 3rd time. your eyes dart back and forth, keeping an keen look for correct spelling, grammar, and punctuation. you internally laugh when you come across another mistake. if it was the you skimming over his work 2 months ago, you would've rolled your eyes in annoyance and shoved his papers back into his arms. it wasn't your fault the teacher wanted you to tutor him.

baji leans in to peer at his work over your shoulder. his brown orbs get quickly bored of the messy words scattered, and he'll be honest, your lips look much more interesting. the baji keisuke 2 months ago would never dare to even glance at you in a way; your proper attitude and knowledgable answers gravely got on his nerves.

it's not until your lips move, that baji realizes he's staring straight at them. you call his name once more, turning to face him properly with a pout, before baji disregards all sense of self; leaning down to place a tender kiss onto your lips, a smile bursts on his face at the feel of you kissing him back with a paralleled love. he's gonna have to thank the teacher for this one.

MIKEY eats his snack distractingly, nodding every now and then as you complain about some guy in your third period class. with mikey being classmates with you in fourth period, he was (forcibly) paired up with you by the teacher since "he could use your influence."

was your influence supposed to make him catch feelings? he wondered, as he took another bite of his doriyaki. these past few weeks were a rollercoaster of emotions for him. pausing your rant, you take note of his diverted focus, and lean down onto your table to catch his attention. "what's wrong? somethin' on your mind mikey?"

"that guy's not good enough for you," he blurts, eyes boring into yours. "i know someone better." you blink once, twice, before asking him who would that be. mikey swallows his last piece of the treat, and places a finger below your chin before lifting it, and places a gentle kiss on your lips.

"me, duh."

send in a prompt + character (from tkr or aot please)! ^^

[cognitosclowns]

hey this might be a weird request but do you have any headcanons about everyone's handwritings? thanks!!!

OOH THIS WAS SUPER FUN TYSM,

all sfw!! Program used is (here)

OKIE ILL TRY TO KEEP THIS SHORT BC I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS FOR DECADES BUT :

OKAY on debated giving her,, Super Pristine Writing because she seems to have everything together

BUT

It's implied that she used to be a reporter? SO <333 I WANTED TO GIVE HER SMTH A BIT MORE,, SNAPPY <3.

Quick but legible! She's used to having to write down a lot of info vvvv quickly, so she kinda had to adapt on the go and WHABAM <3

LIKE,,, if she NEEDS to, ofc she can have Really Smooth, Pretty Writing,, but,,,, nah she likes to stick to Old Reliable sndmsnd.

OH and she absolutely knows shorthand. Anything of her's that,, doesn't need to be read by others is gonna be in shorthand <3

OH COME ON <333 THE TRIANGLE A'S I COULDN'T PASS IT UP. Not only efficient but,, On Theme smdsnd

Took reference from ep's 2 and 4 where we got to see her write!! She <33 seems to like Big Clunky Letters

NOT DIRECTLY RELATED BUT,, she types so INTENSELY DEAR GOD. VV fast, VV loud - everyone assumes she’s mad but,, nah she’s just efficient smdns

She much prefers typing bc,,, her handwriting can never keep up with how fast her thoughts are going?

EY SAME N'S AS REAGANS, PICKED THIS MOSTLY BC I LOVED THAT PARALLEL.

He gives me the vibes of smb who,, writes SUPER HARD but also vv fast?? It makes an audible sktch-sktch-sktch and leaves an indent on the page underneath. 

<3333 UNCANNILY clean, to the point that it looks typed out

HE ALSO,, writes like 3d printer?? like he doesn't go letter by letter - to an outside observer, he makes this Very Quick Diagonal Scribble Motion, and somehow it creates Pristine Writing. (absolutely unecessary, but he delights in unnerving ppl)

OH AND DON'T THINK FOR A SECOND that this man wouldn't do,, the most Dramatic, Swoopy handwriting when signing things. Just to be a showoff. Little bastard smdns.

*vague gestures* business

OH but just <33 very loose-wrist handwriting. He signs so many things,, all the time,, oughe he absolutely has a Ganglion cyst or like,, carpel tunnel. By the end of most nights its just an,, Up-Down-Up-Down zig-zag.

he used to have a Super Swirly signature but,, eventually it just became a loose scribble

OH he probably had,, passable handwriting but his coordination is dreadful post-surgery

SMDNS DOESN'T HELP THAT,,, HE ABSOLUTELY SKIPPED MOST OF THE PHYSICAL THERAPY HE SHOULD HAVE DONE.

It isn't that he can't write, it's just difficult to get the letters as precise as he used to and that has a habit of frustrating him? So then he writes even worse and it becomes a kerfuffle

if he's patient tho and gives himself a singular break its pretty clear!!

A hint of Fancy Yancy, but it's loosened up a bit as he's gotten older and distanced from his Private School Years!!

OH he absolutely journals <33 nothing too fancy - a few photos he's printed out, mostly of The Gang, little things around Cognito that he appreciates, etc!!!

Ofc he could do all that online but,,, the act of writing everything out forces him to take his time with it? and really thing through and appreciate the memories he's writing down? eaoughe <3

This font was chosen for the kindness of it's smile and I'm not ashamed to admit it

TENTACLE MAN WOULD HAVE SHIT HANDWRITING. IF HE GAVE HIMSELF HANDS IT'D BE EVEN WORSE.

Truly deeply madly please never ask him to write down anything for you it will only end in pain. 

He both does not listen and does not care about most things that ppl are saying and OOFE THATS A RECIPE FOR DISASTER SMDNSD.

LIKE SURE ITS VAGUELY comprehensible but overall??? no smdnsmd. If he's gotta record smth he's 1000% gonna prefer oral dictation - he can speak a mile a minute when he wants to!

He's on Every Drug All At Once All The Time sdmsnd there's no way he has clean hand writing

I feel like it also,, wobbles a lot?? Full on ~~~~ across the page, and instead of correcting on the NEXT line, he just follows that same curve??

OH and he has a horrible habit of overestimating how much he can cram in the margins. There's never enough space, he's gonna end up overlapping into stuff he's already written and hate himself in the morning when he's gotta re-read it-

DESPITE ALL THIS? He does like writing stuff by hand most of the time - it kinda helps ground him? He has a bad habit of getting,, TOO caught up in his projects. When his hand starts cramping, its usually a good reminder to stop.

The only time he sticks to typing is when his tics are being A Pain In The Ass bc,, he doesn’t want to bother with having to scratch stuff out over and over again lmao