Hannibal (2013-2015)

friendly reminder of these totally normal notes that hannibal wrote about will on valentine's day

02-14 - Will Graham is taking well to the hypnosis treatments that he has been going through. He submits to the treatment nicely within a five minute interval of interception from my pendulum. He has been showing more and more fatigue in the eyes when the sessions begin. They are taking a larger and larger toll on him. It will not be long until he has no idea what is happening to him. The sessions will continue for the next six weeks before we upgrade to the next level.

The level of stress this treatment is taking on Will is not a shock to me. His body and mind has been taking such a beating this past year that he does not even know who he is anymore. This is something I plan to use to my advantage when the time comes. The signal will be clear when he is ready for my darkness to enter into his mind. He needs to be ready. He needs to accept his weakness and long for my power.

THE X-FILES ↳ 6.8 - The Rain King

In the Rain

w.c.: 1.7k

it was raining really hard last week and I kept thinking about some of my favorite Higuruma drabbles (like pamakali's or threadbaresweater's, both who I'm too shy to tag)

it's smut. soft smut, but still smut.

He stuttered his hips once, twice, then once more again to fully sink into his lover. Wet patters could be heard downpouring above their little apartment, but the two paid no mind to the rain. Why pay attention to anything other than the warmth between them where soft heated flesh met. 

It was forecast to be the heaviest rain of the year, thus ruining what was supposed to be a day at the amusement park. Halfway there it began to drizzle, and Hiromi had to think quickly before his beloved could catch a cold. Let's wait at the bus stop. They brushed fingertips and refused to let go of the other. Darling, the forecast said that the rain won't let up any time soon. She frowned. That's too bad. His slant eyes softened. I'm so sorry, I should've checked. She brought a hand to his face. There was no way you could've known. It could've happened to anyone. She ran her thumb to smoothen his frown, earning her a soft peck. With how heavily it poured, the two had no chance of grabbing a taxi. So with a shy smile and a raised brow, there was a silent agreement, and they ran. 

Making their way into the apartment, out of breath and still panting, Hiromi's jacket was playfully thrown at him with a splat. A fit of giggles ensued. And you thought that the jacket would help. She poked him in the stomach. Well you're a tad drier than me now, aren't you? He wrung said jacket over her already soaked hair. Hiro, the floor! She gasped as he haphazardly shoved his shoes off and ran inside, leaving her at the shoe rack. Muffled laughter could be heard in the hallways and she stood there scoffing, not wanting to track more water on their dark walnut floor. There was a lively crackle before she heard faint squishy padding. 

He came back with three towels: one around his neck, one in his hands, and one dragged in by his foot on the floor. Here. He chuckled as he wrapped a towel over her shoulders and pulled her in, nosing her cheek after she rolled her eyes at him. I'm soaked Hiro, it wasn't funny. He hummed. It was a little funny. See, you're even smiling. He gave her a chaste kiss. Once on the lips, another on the cheek, more and more until it led him to pepper kisses onto her damp neck. You're so lovely. He sighed, content with resting his head on her shoulder. She stood there taking the weight of his damp hair, his head, his body, as well as the weight of his love. 

They stood there for a moment rocking back and forth in soaked clothes and hushed affections. She pulled away for just a second when she met his gaze, raw and passionate with utter adoration for her in spite of being horribly disheveled with wet hair plastered on like a pitiful kitten. Her breath hitched, leaning in without realizing it as her hands latched onto his soaked shirt. Let's get you out of those clothes. He pressed a slow kiss to her lips as lithe fingers trailed underneath her thin blouse, feeling her shudder when he made direct contact to her skin. He pulled away leaving no more than a few inches between them as he silently pleaded for permission. An instruction. An invitation. 

The towel fell when she wrapped her arms around his neck. Hurry. She whispered onto his lips as she brought him back to life. He kneeled down to make work of the straps of her shoes, carefully peeling off her wet socks as she hissed at the cold air. She pulled him back up for another kiss, teasing, feeling, loving every inch of him that she could. She followed him as he backed into their living room, blouse nearly off and faces were fully flushed. Would you just– just take that stupid shirt off already. She pawed at his torso in frustration. Hiromi, if you don't, I'll–. Stuttered moans fell from her lips as he nipped harshly at her collar, lowering himself to his knees. With a sharp tug, his shirt was off and he looked up at her, lapping at the skin right above her pants. A quick nip here and a smooth tug there, he unbuttoned and freed her out of her confines. 

He was bewitched by the fabric that clung onto the plush planes of his beloved. She couldn't help but run a hand through his hair, over his nape, then ran gentle strokes under his eyes. Another wet plop was heard, she had already discarded the unwanted bra. He pressed a kiss over her mound, eyes still burning up in wonder as she gripped onto his bare shoulders for support. Without another word, she tapped the back of his head and was unceremoniously undressed from the waist down. He nudged her legs apart, lapping where she was most soft and vulnerable to him. Warm and pliable, wet and dulcet. A few playful nips had her buckling against him before he slowly dragged her down, laying her on plush towels and throws she seemed to miss before. What's all this? I never took you for a romantic. She reached for him with one hand and he interlocked their fingers together. What? This? His free hand brushed a tear from the corner of her eye before bringing it down to stroke her leg. He pressed a kiss against her bent knee, scooting himself down until he was comfortable. Just some compensation. He held her thigh over his shoulder as he lapped and lapped. Their hands were still intertwined as she tilted her head back with broken moans. T-there. She panted. Her hips bucked to meet him. 

Here?  He'd tease, pressing her in place, hands gripping tighter until he zeroed in, lips finding her clit. Her mouth dropped as he pushed her over the edge, alternating between slow lapping and harsh sucking. Tears pushed at her waterline as she neared closer and closer until she went over the edge. The hand that once held her thigh over his shoulders dove between her folds, thrusting in to draw out her high. When she finally met his gaze again, he pulled up to meet her for a scorching kiss. There were no more hesitations between them. She parted her thighs and invited him in to fully sink into her. He would've chuckled at her if he wasn't so impatient to be inside, but instead, Higuruma squeezed her hand once more. She dragged her nails down his back with her free hand. Sighs of relief were shared as they bumped foreheads. He whispered under his breath. You're all I ever wanted. 

His hips stuttered for a moment before pulling out just to sink a little further into his lover’s warmth. The rain still hadn't eased, but neither had their fervor for one another. Hiro– Hiro– ugh, oh, Romi. She sighed against him, squeezing his hand, and shakily lifting her free one to cup his face. He pressed a kiss against her palm as his hips snapped a little harder, eyes shutting tight as they both wanted to get closer. She pulled him in further with her legs as the low fire in her belly rekindled again. The downpour outside did little to hide the clapping of skin on skin and Higuruma knew that. He moaned into her neck as he listened closely to the sounds of himself continuously splitting her into two. One could almost mistaken it for the rain.

Higuruma looked down at his lover and found that her eyes had a distant longing to them. An ache that had to be soothed. A hunger that had to be fulfilled. In the throes of their passion, she was shoved up roughly against the blankets, her hair splaying on top of the bunched up fabrics, her lashes wet from pleasure, her cheeks flushed, and her hips bruising by the sheer force of him. She was like his velvet-kissed Venus, praised by the depths of his love. He wanted to ravage her more and more, and she loved every second of it. 

He adjusted her legs against his hips for the umpteenth time that night before plaiting their other hand together, finally deciding how he wanted to take her. Higuruma leaned in, capturing her lips again as he held her hands down right beside her head. His speed picked up as he continued his ruthless attack on her now swollen lips. Confessions were pressed from one mouth to another. Hushed sighs and broken moans threatened to leave the confines of their little apartment. He was ever the passionate lover, a considerate and most generous lover. You're so beautiful. He stared down at her with starlit eyes and a flushed face, so sweet and sincere. 

Her heart was pounding, it was too much. The weight of his words shook her to her core. She babbled underneath him. I love you. I love you. I love you. Higuruma felt his climax approach as his lover squeezed around him. She was at her edge too and just needed a little more until the thread snapped. You're so good to me. You always take me so well. His eyes bore into her teary ones, captivated by his confessions, tipping over the edge as he stroked all the right spots. 

She looked at him once more before pulling him with her into bliss and utter adoration. He shuddered and sighed in relief, filling her up before waiting a moment to take her in. She was never more lovely than when she glowed against him like this. With a kiss to her temple, he pulled out slowly and drew her into his arms. His legs wobbled as he carried the both of them back to bed. Another I love you was pressed against her lips after he laid her down. He tucked her against him, drawing the blanket over them as the world continued its pour. But neither of them minded that when they were safe and hidden from the rain.

credits to @ cafekitsune for the fic divider ❤️

and thank you for the 300+ notes on my first fic, it means a lot to me

"i guess i broke your writer's block"

they laugh and i can only nod,

a lovesick smile

plastered to my face.

of course you did, darling.

of course you did.

-mars

Beating heart prop🫀

CASTLE (2009 — 2016) — 5x14 “Reality Star Struck”

the rainbow flag color picked from wedding dress pikachu plush and wedding tuxedo pikachu plush

imagine jonah seeing jane show up to the institute for the first time to make her statement. in the very midst of becoming, confused and afraid and already too far gone. maybe he remembered what that felt like, even after 200 years. to slowly lose yourself to something that feels so right. i'm sure that's something you don't easily forget.

and then imagine him seeing her again, as a full avatar. oh, he's been keeping an eye on her, of course he has. but to actually see her now, fully consumed by the corruption, a true monster. hostile and inhuman and attacking his institute.

now imagine he's in love.

At dinner parties, I won't call you out on your contrarian shit And the coastal town we never found will never see a love as pure as it 'Cause it fades into the gray of my day-old tea 'Cause it will never be

Hii Tamiii💖💖 I really hope you will feel better🙏

+ silly couple 💥

THANK YOU SO MUCH ONCE AGAIN!!!!!!!!! I have no words other than it's so very VERY CUTE! 💕🥹

It's just... perfect! 🥺💗

new Lea sketch up on patreon for valentine's day ;-)

Madison Julius Cawein, “A Valentine.”

there was a time when he was proud of himself for buying this beaten down truck,   but now with mikayla in the passenger seat,   he suddenly feels embarrassed.   he knows he shouldn’t have to,   not given the circumstances of how they’ve seen each other in the past few years   —-   on opposite sides of a prison visiting room table,   where travis could clearly see how she was doing,   but she wasn’t seeing just how bleak things were for travis,   and that was something he found the slightest bit of comfort in.   now,   he’s picking her up in his shitty truck,   oil stains on his shirt,   hair a mess,  barely off his last bender—     but she needed him,   so he came,   because what the fuck else did he have to do?   

@manslaught said, "i keep blaming everyone, but it was me. it was my fault. "

he's never been good at advice, doesn't think he's the right person for it, either, but he tries, anyway. ❝  is this about — ❞ he doesn't want to say her name. he doesn't know if it'll just make it worse, or maybe, if she needs him to say it so she can let the floodgates open. he doesn't know if he should be signing up for that, either, but he also isn't about to leave her alone to deal with any of it. ❝  her, right? ❞ he nearly stumbles over the words, keeping his eyes on the road, wishing he knew the right thing to say ( but he never has, really. )

❝  i don't think you know what you're saying. you're not at fault for anything, i don't think. ❞ there's so much he doesn't know, though, so he's hesitant; he just knows that taissa clearly has problems with him and his relationship, so he has to assume the worst from her, too, especially given what he knows from mikayla. ❝  you can be mad. doesn't mean you have to blame yourself for it. ❞ he's been there before, too many times— and he knows how lonely that can feel, something mikayla definitely doesn't deserve.

You came bearing gifts but I do not have 28 fingers to wear them on 😔

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn, Bridgerton (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington Characters: Colin Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington, Eloise Bridgerton Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Smut, Valentine's Day, Colin "Is Extra" Bridgerton, another Doja Cat song fic, You can probably tell where this is going, based on the song, Surprises, a long ass date, Colin "Chaotic Proposals Only" Bridgerton, part of a series, But can be read alone Series: Part 3 of modern!Polin Doja Cat Romance Summary:

Colin and Penelope have yet to move into the flat they bought together since Colin insisted on making some 'improvements,' whatever that means. In the meantime, it's been over four months since his hasty post-love-confession proposal, and Penelope is eagerly waiting for him to ask her again so she can finally say yes. He has a Valentine's Day date night full of surprises planned for her.

Is tonight the night?

(Can be read as a stand-alone!)