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It's still so funny that as soon as Will clocked that Hannibal got a crush on him...he immediately wetted his lashes, fluttered them, teared like a babygurl to manipulate his future/already husband into getting him out of jail his husband FRAMED HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE FOR

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I can't judge Hannibal because i too liked when Will got nightmares just so he could strut out all sweaty bothered babygurly in his sexy hot pants

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All my love belongs to you

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real suffering is saying “oh okay” as ur heart shatters in a million little pieces

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Y/n: How do you spell liar backwards ?

Simon: Rail.

Y/n: ME ?!

Simon: :)

Johnny: ONE DINNER ! ONE FUCKING DINNER —

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How TF! will react to you getting drugged by sex pollen

John will be damned if he couldn't give you what you're begging for — eyes teary and lash fluttery. Your sweet hands trying to fist at his collar, murmuring want, want, want you in a single incoherent note. He doesn't waste any time to bend you over the table and fuck you hard and raw, just like you need it lassie. Just like you want it. He rails you forward, a firm hand pressed on your back keeping you grounded like a brat under him. His words are opposite from his rough fucking — sweet and gentle and coaxing. That's alright lass, won't hurt more baby I've got you.

Simon got the hots for you, everyone knows except him and you. So it's not surprising his whole heart contracts when you sit on his lap begging for his thick cock, begging for him to take this pain away. You're sweaty all over, trying to get hold of his jaw and kiss him on the mouth. It's that moment he realises he loves you — and more, he can't do this to you in this headspace. He wants, wants, wants you most ardently. His erection is blunt about it, vibrating under your not to subtle grinding. But he wants it when you want it too, you, not drugged you. It breaks his heart but Simon ties you to the bed, wiping away the sweat and trying his best for the pain to go away. Lovie, I've got you, shhh, I do love you ...I do.

Johnny comes as soon you mumble out the dripping words, ‘can you..fuck me?’ shouldn't his cock fall off if he doesn't. Deny you ? Pretty darling you ? Your begging sweet cunt needs to be devoured. You want it. You do. The drugs are only resurfacing some sense and he's sure he can fuck you so good that you'll never even know before and after, forever corrupted to want him too. He wastes no time before kneeling on your front and lapping at your creamy juices. Bonnie you're so sweet, yer gonna' make me come untouched.

Kyle laughs at first, he's aware of your sexual banters and he's not gonna risk how down bad he is, and how hard his dick gets when you're so flirty like this. But. But. But he can clock it now, it's the pollen fuckin' up your nerves, and he almost gapes when you unbutton your clothes down and kneel at his knees. All laugh knocked out of him but replaced with an feral urge to mark you his, all his. you're like a bunny, like a sweet lamb, like a ditzy with your cheek rubbing against his knee. C'mere love, m' gonna make you feel so good.

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How TF! will react to you getting drugged by sex pollen

John will be damned if he couldn't give you what you're begging for — eyes teary and lash fluttery. Your sweet hands trying to fist at his collar, murmuring want, want, want you in a single incoherent note. He doesn't waste any time to bend you over the table and fuck you hard and raw, just like you need it lassie. Just like you want it. He rails you forward, a firm hand pressed on your back keeping you grounded like a brat under him. His words are opposite from his rough fucking — sweet and gentle and coaxing. That's alright lass, won't hurt more baby I've got you.

Simon got the hots for you, everyone knows except him and you. So it's not surprising his whole heart contracts when you sit on his lap begging for his thick cock, begging for him to take this pain away. You're sweaty all over, trying to get hold of his jaw and kiss him on the mouth. It's that moment he realises he loves you — and more, he can't do this to you in this headspace. He wants, wants, wants you most ardently. His erection is blunt about it, vibrating under your not to subtle grinding. But he wants it when you want it too, you, not drugged you. It breaks his heart but Simon ties you to the bed, wiping away the sweat and trying his best for the pain to go away. Lovie, I've got you, shhh, I do love you ...I do.

Johnny comes as soon you mumble out the dripping words, ‘can you..fuck me?’ shouldn't his cock fall off if he doesn't. Deny you ? Pretty darling you ? Your begging sweet cunt needs to be devoured. You want it. You do. The drugs are only resurfacing some sense and he's sure he can fuck you so good that you'll never even know before and after, forever corrupted to want him too. He wastes no time before kneeling on your front and lapping at your creamy juices. Bonnie you're so sweet, yer gonna' make me come untouched.

Kyle laughs at first, he's aware of your sexual banters and he's not gonna risk how down bad he is, and how hard his dick gets when you're so flirty like this. But. But. But he can clock it now, it's the pollen fuckin' up your nerves, and he almost gapes when you unbutton your clothes down and kneel at his knees. All laugh knocked out of him but replaced with an feral urge to mark you his, all his. you're like a bunny, like a sweet lamb, like a ditzy with your cheek rubbing against his knee. C'mere love, m' gonna make you feel so good.

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In the undercover mission Simon was given an address, new identity, bag full of clothes he would never wear.

Johnny made him go instead of Soap, with a smug face because, ‘Yer gonna get some bloody good time.’

The taxi stopped at the beautiful house, a nice garden but it desperately needed trimming, and voila unpainted fence. Simon stepped outside in the middle class neighbourhood, taking a look around at people who sneaked a peek from their fences.

He had expected that much around, new job, moved cities, dull guy — nice cover.

What he didn't expect was you, standing by the doorframe with tearful eyes.

“Baby,” you rushed out, putting both hands around his neck—“I missed you darling.”

That one was loud enough, the lady from next door and the man walking his dog heard it just as well.

“I-” Simon had forgotten how to breathe with your heat engulfing him as whole, all he could do was clutch at the trolley handle for dear life. This was dangerous.

You were dangerous.

“Hold my waist, I am agent red—” you whispered with a devouring smile in his ear— “Your wife during this mission.”

Oh, fuck him, he really would have some bloody good time, innit ?

Simon's hand let go of the bags and instead found himself feeling your flesh. He inhaled in your shared space; you smelled of coconut, and also coffee, and —

“Let's go inside baby, I have so much to tell you.” you pulled back and took his wrist, tilting head sideways.

Simon smiled, despite himself, two can play a dangerous game.

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Y/n: How do you spell liar backwards ?

Simon: Rail.

Y/n: ME ?!

Simon: :)

Johnny: ONE DINNER ! ONE FUCKING DINNER —

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“That ship is toxic ! They're so unhealthy—”

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can I come over and not speak

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Yeah, but imagine Simon dragging his down bad ass inside the house.

You turn around, untie the fucking flower apron and the wide smile goes off to something more genuine because dude, he's hot. “Hi, I am agent red.”

Simon understands the procedure, and he knows it's stupid to ask for your real name even as he does it anyway. “What ya mama named you ?”

You raise your eyebrows. “Bad enough, this your first mission ?”

It doesn't hurt well, “Yeah.”

“Well...it says George here but I know you know you're not George or Luke, either way you don't have to disclose your name.”

Simon never knew how much a moving mouth riled him up, and how far he wanted to go to shut it up — delicately.

You snapped your fingers, “Hey !”

“Do we have to sleep together in the same bed ?” Simon asked matter-of-factly. Casually as he could.

The idea of his arm slotting around your waist, your head tucked under his chin, your limbs tangled with his.

“Not necessarily but there's only one bed —”

“Sad, but what other option we might've have other than nip together.”

“The couch—” you start, but Simon is already looking how hard it could hold, and how thin the walls must be.

Because, ofcourse they want him to put on a show — with audio.

“Simon, not George or Luke.” he tells you intimately, you gaze behind him with something unspoken.

Then almost mindlessly, just deciding as he turns back with a concealed grin after looking at the four poster bed, you say your name like a spell.

Simon smiles, it's little but nice on his lips.

“Have ya' set up the wires yet ? Wifey.”

“Oh yes, dinner is served love.” you lead him towards the setup.

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In the undercover mission Simon was given an address, new identity, bag full of clothes he would never wear.

Johnny made him go instead of Soap, with a smug face because, ‘Yer gonna get some bloody good time.’

The taxi stopped at the beautiful house, a nice garden but it desperately needed trimming, and voila unpainted fence. Simon stepped outside in the middle class neighbourhood, taking a look around at people who sneaked a peek from their fences.

He had expected that much around, new job, moved cities, dull guy — nice cover.

What he didn't expect was you, standing by the doorframe with tearful eyes.

“Baby,” you rushed out, putting both hands around his neck—“I missed you darling.”

That one was loud enough, the lady from next door and the man walking his dog heard it just as well.

“I-” Simon had forgotten how to breathe with your heat engulfing him as whole, all he could do was clutch at the trolley handle for dear life. This was dangerous.

You were dangerous.

“Hold my waist, I am agent red—” you whispered with a devouring smile in his ear— “Your wife during this mission.”

Oh, fuck him, he really would have some bloody good time, innit ?

Simon's hand let go of the bags and instead found himself feeling your flesh. He inhaled in your shared space; you smelled of coconut, and also coffee, and —

“Let's go inside baby, I have so much to tell you.” you pulled back and took his wrist, tilting head sideways.

Simon smiled, despite himself, two can play a dangerous game.

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In the undercover mission Simon was given an address, new identity, bag full of clothes he would never wear.

Johnny made him go instead of Soap, with a smug face because, ‘Yer gonna get some bloody good time.’

The taxi stopped at the beautiful house, a nice garden but it desperately needed trimming, and voila unpainted fence. Simon stepped outside in the middle class neighbourhood, taking a look around at people who sneaked a peek from their fences.

He had expected that much around, new job, moved cities, dull guy — nice cover.

What he didn't expect was you, standing by the doorframe with tearful eyes.

“Baby,” you rushed out, putting both hands around his neck—“I missed you darling.”

That one was loud enough, the lady from next door and the man walking his dog heard it just as well.

“I-” Simon had forgotten how to breathe with your heat engulfing him as whole, all he could do was clutch at the trolley handle for dear life. This was dangerous.

You were dangerous.

“Hold my waist, I am agent red—” you whispered with a devouring smile in his ear— “Your wife during this mission.”

Oh, fuck him, he really would have some bloody good time, innit ?

Simon's hand let go of the bags and instead found himself feeling your flesh. He inhaled in your shared space; you smelled of coconut, and also coffee, and —

“Let's go inside baby, I have so much to tell you.” you pulled back and took his wrist, tilting head sideways.

Simon smiled, despite himself, two can play a dangerous game.

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How Tf! 141 reacts to your silent treatment

John clocks it as soon as you don't laugh at his fish joke, or add anything meaningful about the weed growing in lawn. His smugness evaporates and is transformed by a bearly urge to make you speak, to make you smile, to make you fucking look at him with love and adoration. He wouldn't stop eye contact as he would slowly take your feet on his lap, massaging the ankles with his big veiny hands, your toes pushing against his blunt erection, and all the while speaking endlessly from this to that, just waiting for your defences to crumble and for the sun to break out like dawn on your lips.

Simon wouldn't say anything at first, trying to make a mental list of everything which he could've done wrong. He'll put outside his muddy boots freezing like a deer when you catch him doing so from the window, then onto clean the floor, he doesn't even pick at his acne and swallows his meds in front of you. Simon would constantly stare at you with wild-big eyes of a kicked puppy. He'd be so scared that he has fucked up bad that it would be cruel to let this silence linger on, it's not long until you clear your throat, shushing away the giggle at bottom because Simon is heating food on his own, to eat, pretty little baby. "Si, come ere' I want to kiss you, please?" and not even a moment later he's wagging his tail and hurrying to be loved by you.

Johnny is an idiot, but not for long. He tries to get you going for shopping, and nearly gets a heartattack when you shake your head and look away. Aquarium? No. Bookshop? No. Cafe? No. He's so fucked and has a standing in middle of the room with hand on waist moment. So he does what he does. He places things on top shelves and blinks as you parkour your way there, next is tightening the lids and comes the breaking of glass, ouch, after bargain comes desperation, so Johnny wears his most ridiculous tie and unbuttons his shirt to navel, then dances to love is strange until you have to give in and kiss him on the mouth in the middle of 'you're the one'. 

Kyle is one hell of a smartass, he's love guru for reason. He wastes no time putting over the pan and making you the most delicious curry you'll ever have. You love watching him cook and couldn’t help one sneak a peek, but mission fail because Kyle catches you looking and he makes a show with his hands peeling tomato skin, seductive and whore behaviour. Next nail comes down hard when the doorbell rings and you open the door to blooming red roses, and boxes of chocolates. "Oh, who send you that? Must be terribly in love with you," Kyle chuckles as you walk back in inside towards him. He only beams catching your blush behind the flowers. "Wow chocolates too, must be so whipped that guy-" "Shut up, I love you." you say softly, pressing roses on his ab, "Atleast wear apron you devil !"

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How Tf! 141 reacts to your silent treatment

John clocks it as soon as you don't laugh at his fish joke, or add anything meaningful about the weed growing in lawn. His smugness evaporates and is transformed by a bearly urge to make you speak, to make you smile, to make you fucking look at him with love and adoration. He wouldn't stop eye contact as he would slowly take your feet on his lap, massaging the ankles with his big veiny hands, your toes pushing against his blunt erection, and all the while speaking endlessly from this to that, just waiting for your defences to crumble and for the sun to break out like dawn on your lips.

Simon wouldn't say anything at first, trying to make a mental list of everything which he could've done wrong. He'll put outside his muddy boots freezing like a deer when you catch him doing so from the window, then onto clean the floor, he doesn't even pick at his acne and swallows his meds in front of you. Simon would constantly stare at you with wild-big eyes of a kicked puppy. He'd be so scared that he has fucked up bad that it would be cruel to let this silence linger on, it's not long until you clear your throat, shushing away the giggle at bottom because Simon is heating food on his own, to eat, pretty little baby. "Si, come ere' I want to kiss you, please?" and not even a moment later he's wagging his tail and hurrying to be loved by you.

Johnny is an idiot, but not for long. He tries to get you going for shopping, and nearly gets a heartattack when you shake your head and look away. Aquarium? No. Bookshop? No. Cafe? No. He's so fucked and has a standing in middle of the room with hand on waist moment. So he does what he does. He places things on top shelves and blinks as you parkour your way there, next is tightening the lids and comes the breaking of glass, ouch, after bargain comes desperation, so Johnny wears his most ridiculous tie and unbuttons his shirt to navel, then dances to love is strange until you have to give in and kiss him on the mouth in the middle of 'you're the one'. 

Kyle is one hell of a smartass, he's love guru for reason. He wastes no time putting over the pan and making you the most delicious curry you'll ever have. You love watching him cook and couldn’t help one sneak a peek, but mission fail because Kyle catches you looking and he makes a show with his hands peeling tomato skin, seductive and whore behaviour. Next nail comes down hard when the doorbell rings and you open the door to blooming red roses, and boxes of chocolates. "Oh, who send you that? Must be terribly in love with you," Kyle chuckles as you walk back in inside towards him. He only beams catching your blush behind the flowers. "Wow chocolates too, must be so whipped that guy-" "Shut up, I love you." you say softly, pressing roses on his ab, "Atleast wear apron you devil !"

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Y/n: I am a piece of trash.

Simon: As someone who cares deeply about the environment, I am obliged to pick you up. Is seven okay ?

Y/n: *heart eyes* you smooth fucker.

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hey are you straight or bi? don't mind just curious :) luv ur blog <3

BISEXUAL. BITCH. Thanksss ;0