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Submissive (Will Graham)

Description: Will overhears Y/N telling Hannibal that Will is too submissive in bed.

Warning: Smut

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His moans and whimpers filled the air as Y/N rode him. He was gripping her hips for dear life as her body moved on his, taking him deeper and deeper each time. Her head was back as she let out moans herself. Her hands on top of his as he squeezed her hips. He was definitely leaving marks but she didn’t care. Will’s hips started to thrust up matching rhythm with hers. Her pace was steady but she thrusted hard and deep on him. “Fuck you look so pretty riding me.” He praised in a groan. She moaned at his words and her pace got faster. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling.

She gasped as he hit her sweet spot over and over again. She moaned his name loudly as she felt her orgasm near. Will was seconds away from cumming but wanted her to cum first like the gentleman he is. “You close baby?” He managed to ask. She nodded and moaned. “Me too. Fuck.” He groaned. He couldn’t hold it much longer. Luckily she came hard seconds later with a loud moan. He let go with a whimper of the woman’s name. Her hips rode out the high for the both of them until nothing was left. She sighed and collapsed beside him, still panting. She looked over at her man and saw how sweaty but hot he looked. He turned towards her and gave her a tired smile. “I needed that.” He said and she smiled and kissed his sweaty forehead. “No problem baby.”

“I’m telling you Han, I love him but he’s too submissive in the bedroom.” They sat in his office as she ranted about her sex life with Will. He watched her with an expression that said “why are you telling me this?” “Y/N this is a therapy session and you’re telling me about Will being too submissive?” She sighed and nodded. “Yes because we are friends and you don’t seem to have a submissive bone in your body.” She tells him. “Are you really surprised that Will is like this?” He asked her. She shook her head. “Well No but I want him to dominate me in the bedroom. Make me call him daddy or some shit.” He nods slowly “right ... .so have you tried talking to him about this?” “No o don’t wanna hurt his feelings.” She tells him. “I don’t think he’d be too fond of you telling me this.” He said. “Well yeah but that’s why I brought it up during our session. You by law can’t tell him.” She points out. What neither realized was that Will was listening from the other side of the door. He wasn’t so happy about it. “Just talk to him. And I don’t want to ever hear you say you want him to make you call him daddy again.” He points at her. “Sorry but it’s the truth.” He nods and sighs. “Is there anything else you wanna talk about?” He asked, hoping this conversation was over.

She got home after her session with Hannibal and Will didn’t greet her when she came through the door like he usually would. He was in the kitchen making dinner without a sound. “Hey baby.” She said and came into the kitchen. “Hello.” He replied with no emotion in his voice. She looked at him confused but he just kept cooking. What was with him? “How was your day?” She asked getting up on the counter. He shrugged and mumbled something. “What was that?” She asked. “Just fine.” He said. She didn’t believe him. “Will, are you okay?” She asked, concerned. He set down the spoon. “Would you be okay if I told another woman how you are in bed and that I wanted it to change?” Her eyes widened. How did he know she told Hannibal that? Hannibal legally can’t tell him that.

“How do you know about that?” She asked. He laughed. “That’s what you’re wondering? How did I know?” He asked. He thought it was unbelievable that that’s what she got out of what he said. “Hannibal can’t legally tell you that. So how did you know?” She got off the counter. “Why are you worried about how I know when you told another man you don’t like how I am in bed?” He yelled. “First off it’s Hannibal not just some other man and I never said I didn’t like it Will.” She yells back. “It sure sounded like it.” “You were listening to us?” She asked no longer yelling. “Y/N are you kidding me? That isn’t the issue here! You told another man something you should have told me. I am your boyfriend for fucksakes.” He yells. She looks down feeling guilty. Hannibal was right. She should’ve just talked to him. “You’re right I’m sorry. I should’ve told you.” “Why didn't you?” She sighs, not looking him in the eye. “I was afraid to hurt your feelings.” He rolls his eyes. “What hurt my feelings was you telling Hannibal.” She nods understandingly. He sighs. “I’m gonna get back to dinner. We can talk about this later.” He says turning back towards the stove. “Will-” “Enough Y/N I am not in the mood.” She nods and walks out the kitchen giving him space.

She wakes up around 9:00 am. Will had today off but they seemed to be fighting still so she wasn’t excited. She sighs and opens her eyes letting them adjust to the light outside. She goes to move but can’t. “What the hell?’” She says to herself and looks up to see her hands handcuffed to the bed. She gasps and tugs but groans in pain. “Will?” She calls out. Moments later he walks in their shared bedroom with a smirk. “Good morning Baby.” He says. “Will what the fuck is this?” She asked. He rolls his eyes and gets on the bed. “Don’t play stupid you know exactly what this is.” He says. He straddles her and cups her face. “You are in for it baby.” He tells her. She feels herself getting wet at his words and the position they are in.

His hand leaves her face and travels down her body to her sweatpants. He smirks and puts his hand in them and feels her wetness. She gasps out his name. “Wow baby you’re soaked.” He says and starts rubbing her clit. She lets out a delicious moan as he abuses her clit. He watches her with intense eyes as she closes her eyes enjoying the feeling. “Eyes open.” He demands. She opens them and looks straight at him. She fought to close her eyes but wasn’t sure she wanted to find out what would happen. Her hips started moving up and down. He stops her hips and gives her a smirk. “Don’t.” He says. She whines and he tsk at her. “If you want to have any control here you have to beg.” He tells her. “Will please.” He speeds up his rubbing. Her eyes fall close again. “Close your eyes again and you won’t get to cum.” He tells her and she snaps her eyes open. “Will I’m really close.” She moans as she starts panting.

He smirks and watches her try to move but he had her put. Once he realized that she was gonna cum he pulled his hand out of her sweats. She gasps at his actions and frowns. He smiles and rubs her cheek. “Awww baby are you sad that I didn’t let you cum?” He asked. She nodded. “Words.” “Yes.” He got off her and took off his clothes. His hard dick stands proud. He starts jerking himself off as he stares at her with dark eyes. She whimpers and stares back with pleading eyes. “Will please let me touch you.” She begs. He lets out a groan. “If you would have told me instead of Hannibal I’d let you. But you’re gonna watch me cum all over my hand and then maybe I’ll let you have fun.” He says.

She whined and he mocked her and laughed but it was cut off with a moan as he sped up. His eyes closed and he threw his head back. “Fuck Y/N.” He moaned. She thrashed against the cuffs and whined. Her pussy dripped with need as she watched him pleasure himself. He moaned loudly that he was close. “Let me help you Will.” She begged. He walked to her and looked down at her as he jerked off. He let out a loud moan as he came all over his chest. She let out a loud gasped as he milked himself clean. He laughed as she had cum all over her chest. He took a finger and got some on his finger and shoved it in her mouth. “Suck.” He demanded. She wrapped her mouth around his finger and sucked. She moaned at the taste and he watched her getting hard again. He watched her with his mouth opened as she sucked it like it was his dick. Though his dick was a lot bigger and thicker. “That’s a good girl.” He says. He pulls his finger out of her mouth and wipes it on her shirt that was covered in cum. He took the switchblade he had on the desk and cut her shirt off. Her nipples are hard and wanting attention.

He ran his fingers over them and she gasped loudly. “Over the smallest touch you’re making noise.” He coos. His hand travels to her sweatpants and pulls them off. “Will uncuff me please.” She begged. “No.” He looked at her pussy and chuckled. “Wow baby you’re even more wet than before. I bet you really wanna cum right now don’t you?” He asked. “Yes I wanna cum so bad Will.” She moaned and bucked her hips. “No bucking. Only I get to cause you pleasure.” He says and swipes over her clit with his finger. “Please Will I need you inside of me.” She begged. He mocked her and got on top of her. “I don’t care what you want, baby. You’re my bitch now. If I don’t want you to cum you won’t. If I wanna be inside of you I will. But you are in no position to call the shots.” He tells her. She wanted to cry. “But lucky for you I love this pussy so much that I wanna be inside of it.” He lines himself up with her entrance and pushes in all the way. She cries out hard as he doesn’t give her time to adjust. Though it still felt good. “Oh yeah baby you have the wettest, sweetest most perfect pussy out there.”He tells her. She moans at his words and he grabs her throat. “I’m sorry you were supposed to say thank you.” He groans. “Thank you baby.” “I am no longer the baby here.” He tells her. Her once submissive Will was no longer. His hips stayed at a slow pace teasing her.

She knew begging was going to get her nowhere but he wasn’t giving her enough. He was teasing himself as well. He started rocking into her faster. Her moans got louder and he cursed as he felt her wetness spill onto him. He stared at her and when she began closing her eyes she immediately opened them again not wanting to have another punishment. Her arms were sore from the cuffs and were definitely red. But that didn’t matter. What did was the pleasure they both were in. His hips started pounding into her and the moans she was letting loose turned to screams of his name. He bit back all the noises that threatened to spill from him. He was used to making noise but wanting to hear hers.

He watched her thighs shake and her breathing pick up. Her screams got louder and louder making him closer. He felt like he was going to cum any second and she was too. “Will i’m gonna cum.” She moaned and closed her eyes. He gripped her throat and squeezed a little causing her eyes to open again. “I cum first and then you.” He grunts and lets a small whimper leave his lips as he cums. He spills into her without a care in the world. He pulls out of her before she can orgasm. She whines as her climax sinks back down.

He chuckled and got off her. “Will, what are you doing?” She asked. “You said I could cum after you.” He laughs and grabs his close. “No, I said I was cumming first. Maybe next time don’t tell Hannibal that you don’t like how I am in bed.” He says and leaves the room smirking, leaving his girlfriend on the edge and yelling his name.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 months

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Bruce Wayne. 2

.⋆｡Batman’s Kryptonite｡⋆.

Bruce Wayne x plus size reader

Bruce works too hard but unluckily for him, you’re more stubborn than he is

Warnings: reader can be sunburnt, fluff, mentions of showering together, workaholic Bruce

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Bruce was nothing if not a hard worker. He continuously worked himself to the bone to keep everything afloat and for that, you really did admire him. He used his privilege to help so many people both in his day job and his night job but god did you find it hard to spend time with him.

His brain seemed fixated on his goals, even in the quiet moments where there was nothing to do. Nothing ever got his full attention, not even you, his loving girlfriend.

“How long has he been down here?” You crossed your arms over your chest as you observed Bruce who was currently hunched over his new project, blue eyes firmly fixated on the delicate wiring. Alfred sighed heavily through his nose.

“Since the moment he returned from the airport after dropping you off.” Your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

“That-“ You took a deep breath in an effort to calm yourself down. “I knew a week long girl’s trip was too good to be true. I’ll take care of this, take a couple days off.” The older man nodded and left the cave with a fatherly squeeze to your shoulder.

As soon as you heard the elevator doors shut, you shed the thick cardigan and long sleeve shirt you were wearing, leaving you just in leggings (that Bruce absolutely went crazy for) and a thin undershirt that did little to disguise the colour of your bra. Your steps were light but not completely silent, it would do you no good to sneak up on the Dark Knight.

Even centimetres away, you could feel the tension in Bruce’s muscles, like he was wound up for a fight. He jumped only slightly as you laid your hands on his shoulder blades but he quickly eased into your tough, letting out a hum of acknowledgement. “Back early?”

“Actually, I’m right on time.” His hands faltered and you knew that his dark brows were pulled up like they always did when he was coming out of a work-related trance. The chair turned yet your hands never left his skin, now resting on his strong chest as he looked up at you. His pupils dilated, slowly overtaking the stunning blue of his irises as he took in your attire.

“Are you sure?”

You chuckled. “I have the sunburn to prove it.” He grunted, obviously not quite believing you, or he just didn’t want to admit that he hadn’t obeyed your suggestion of taking some time off when you were gone.

“You were supposed to come back on the fifth.” Bruce tried to argue as his eyes flicked back to his work. You knew that look, it was his ‘I want to end this conversation so I can get back to work’ but you knew exactly what to do to distract him.

“It is the fifth, my love. Maybe you need to take a break. How about coming upstairs with me and we’ll have a nice hot shower?” Your touch slowly migrated up his chest to his jaw and Bruce’s eyelids fluttered under the attention. But he just as quickly tensed up again, catching onto your game.

“Sorry sweets, I have work to do.” He attempted to turn his chair back around but you stepped between his spread legs, pinning him to the spot with your body.

Your bottom lip turned out into a truly award winning pout and you sniffed. “But I missed you baby, I just want to spend some time with you.” You could actually see his will beginning to crumble. One more step.

Tears filled your eyes. “Do you not want to spend time with me?”

He knew that they were crocodile tears but they tugged at the mass of guilt in his chest anyway. “Do not. I said no. Those puppy dog eyes don’t work every time. Fuck- fine.” Immediately, your tears disappeared and you beamed at him.

“Great! Maybe I’ll also show you the new bikinis I got on the trip.” Bruce groaned and let you pull him to his feet, abandoning his half-finished work.

“You are a cruel woman.” He complained as you dragged him to the cave’s exit. You looked back at your boyfriend with a wink.

“I just know Batman's kryptonite.” You teased and though he wouldn’t admit it out loud, Bruce wholeheartedly agreed. You definitely knew how to get him to fold.

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nimbusghoul · 7 months

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Prompts/Fandoms for Asks!

I will say i cANNOT write angst for the life of me, and this is not the extent of my list!! Im always looking for ideas.

Fandoms!!

I will add to this as i remember more!

COD, Ghost BC/The Band Ghost, Arcane, Slashers!!(Will put a list of slashers I know below, let me know if you don’t see one you like!), Supernatural, Criminal Minds, Hotline Miami, Supernatural, FNaF, Moon Knight, Webtoons!(Will list the ones i know below the slashers), MHA, Ride The Cyclone, Hamilton, Dear Evan Hansen, Six, Hadestown, MCU, The Walten Files, Creepypasta(I am cringe but i am free), Inside Job, Beetlejuice(Musical), Danganronpa, Redacted ASMR, The Walking Dead, DC comics, Scott Pilgrim(Movie AND comics), SCP, Gorillaz, Welcome Home, Sally Face, Kingdom Hearts, Mystic Messenger, Obey Me, Helltaker

Slasher list

Michael Myers, Carrie White, Ghostface(All), Billy Lenz, Thomas Hewitt, Art the Clown, Pennywise(I am cringe but i am free x2), Jason Vorhees, Freddy Krueger, The Candyman, Brahms Heelshire, Harry Warden, Patrick Bateman, Pearl(YOUNGER VERSION ONLY, Mia Goth is hot okay?), The Sinclairs, Hannibal Lecter, Jennifer Check, Pinhead

(Let me know if i missed any you like!!)

Webtoon List

Let’s Play, Acception, Monsters & Girls, Gourmet Hound, Acception, Miracle Simulator, Down to Earth, Lore Olympus, The Devil is a Handsome Man.

Please recommend me some more webtoons you enjoy! I would love to try them!

Fluff

A)Scary Movie Night

B)Sleepy Morning

C)Family Dinner

D)Festival Date

E)Camping Date

F)Teaching(How to cook, languages, can go either ways and you can choose the material)

G)Shopping

H)Thunderstorm

I)Crafting

J)Falling Asleep together

K)Insomnia Help

L)Self Care Day

M)Talking about starting a family

N)Period Care/Sickness Care

O)Coming Home

P)Snowed/Rained in

Edit: found out i can in fact add a cutoff IM SO DUMB💚💚

Smut

(ANY KINDA DISABILITY AND VAGINISMUS CAN BE ADDED TO THESE)

1. “It’s getting late, don’t you wanna come inside?”

2. (Fluffy Smut?) Tickle Fight

3. Sexy Games (Sex Dice, Sexy Fortune Telling, Position Roulette, Card Games, Strip Poker)

4. Quickie

5. “What do you like?” - “I don’t know…” - “Then how about we find out together?”

6. Blindfolded Exploration

7. “You’re overworked, Loosen up a bit.”

8. “You’re so done when I get you alone.”

9. Wearing their clothes half naked

10. Sleepy Morning Sex

11. Pheromones

12. “Wanna take a shower?” “Sure.” “Alright, I’ll join you.”

13. Walking in on them/you changing

14. “What a great way to wake up.”

15. “Wanna try anal?” “Sure!” “Okay bend over!” “wait what?”

16. Dressing Room Sex

17. “I want to spoil you.”

18. “Can’t you knock?!”

19. “I wanna be a parent, Let’s make one”

20. Nudes of Inconvenient Timing

21. Long Distance Phone Sex

22.Birthday Sex

23. Fluffy Size Difference

24. Make Up Sex

25. Rough Size Difference

26. Gaming/Working Blowjob/Cockwarming

27. “I wanna make a sex tape.”

28. “Cute Outfit! Now take it off.”

29. “Come Help me with my zipper”

30. “What do you want for Dinner?” “you.”

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bedeliainwonderland · 4 months

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thoughts on Hannigram?;)

Hello :) I have the tag filtered so that’s should tell you everything. There are only that many hot takes on Hannibal wearing flannel and having dogs one can read before wanting to stick a pencil in one’s eye…

Can’t stand it, because fans make both of them so out of character (and I don’t even care about Will lol). Now I probably wouldn’t have such strong ~feelings if the fans were more civil, and the show creator hadn’t decided he loved being worshipped by that specific (albeit small) group of people and cater to them specifically, compromising the show in the process. I liked season one and Hannibal’s and Will’s dynamic there. But then it just got more and more ridiculous. Even more so, the fans are always bending themselves backwards to make their ship work, applying “logic” that for some reason does not work for other characters and ships. I am not even getting into the hate on female characters, especially Bedelia (Alana is cool now that’s she’s a lesbian), since she was intimate with Hannibal (I mean, the above fans will tell you they were never a thing…).

I’ve said it before, sure Hannibal “loves” Will, the same way one loves a favourite book or other item. You love it and you don’t want anyone else to have it but you don’t expect it to reciprocate the feelings since it’s an object. Will is this shiny blank canvas Hannibal can project himself onto (boy loves nothing more than looking at himself). Like Narcissus, quite literally given the outcome.

Logically speaking, despite the creator’s efforts, and fandom delusions, the ship was never canon (there was no “kiss” or whatever) and that’s that. People putting it on some insane pedestal of canon queer ships to look up should think again.

#anonymous #asks

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simplynotcapable · 10 months

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So how would Baelon and Visenya do if they got incarnated into entirely alien universes? Idk what you’re into, throw a random combo at us. Marvel? Supernatural? NBC’s Hannibal? Teen Wolf? Smallville?

We are just going to grant them the grace of making them not related in this because I’m in a good mood and they’ve been through enough.

And I have seen all of these shows except Smallville and Hannibal, but I’m just going to do Marvel because I think it’d end up being the longest version. If someone wants to hear the others too, I’m more than willing lol

Marvel:

I actually think this one would be so fun if we make Valyria a real place that doesn’t exist anymore, and people with Valyrian ancestry have all but forgotten anything about their heritage because the Doom happened so long ago.

But Baelon’s family (son of Viserys, Alicent is his stepmom, Targtowers are his younger siblings that he loves but also wants to drown) haven’t. They know their shit, they know what Dragonstone is, and they’ve spent every generation desperately trying to bring back dragons because they’re kind of like a cult!

Visenya, meanwhile, is just a plucky little Valyrian history nerd who is like majoring in Valyrian history and has taught herself to speak Valyrian and is the eldest of four (Rhaenyra and Harwin because I SAID SO) and constantly is like “THEY RODE DRAGONS” and Jace and Luke are like “we love you. we love you. get a life”

And then one day Aemond comes sock-skating into Baelon’s room brandishing a fucking scroll he pulled out of the wall or something, basically going “I FIGURED IT OUT” and their entire family is like “oh shit we figured it out” and then Aegon points out that one passage and is like “it says if you fail you die i nominate Aemond”

And Viserys is bedridden so Daemon is in charge because all the kids are still young (Baelon’s 26! He’s offended! But he also doesn’t want to do it so whatever) and Daemon decides they’ll just experiment on someone else with Valyrian ancestry from outside the family so if it works they can kill them (because it is only a Their Family Thing, they’ve decided) and if it doesn’t no one important dies.

And what they come upon is Visenya, who is a Targaryen like them (similar to how so many people are named White but unrelated) and a huge Valyrian nerd and has the heritage and they go “yes. that one.” and, just their luck, she’s put in a request to use their archives to write her thesis. And they always always reject these requests, but they accept hers, and she’s too busy being excited to care why.

And Baelon goes to pick her up from the airport because Daemon doesn’t trust the chauffeurs, and it’s just. There’s a very pretty girl who looks at his Avengers t-shirt and is like “Bruce Banner was a guest lecturer on my campus once” and she smiles, and he is very upset she is going to die because he thinks he kind of wants to take her to Italy or something! It’s a confusing car ride!

And it…takes awhile, to get everything ready. The spell Aemond found had provisions and special criteria that have to be met, and there’s gotta be a certain amount of blood in the air, and it takes a hot minute to get everything ready.

And he and Visenya are just. Hanging out a lot in that time period. Which is a bad idea! She’s got a time limit! But she’s just funny, and she’s nice to his little sister, and she keeps telling him fucked up facts that shouldn’t be interesting but are, and they bond over the lingering trauma of Daeron/Joffrey getting snapped, and he keeps catching himself just daydreaming about holding her hand. And they fall in love because they’re Baelon and Visenya and they always fall in love!

Baelon: what if she IS family

Aemond: what

Baelon: i could make her family

Aegon: what

Baelon: i’m suggesting I marry the pretty girl so we don’t have to kill her

Daeron: you’ve known her like four months

Baelon: don’t slut shame me

(Visenya, texting her friends: what if i marry rich and never have to worry about the lack of practicality in my degree again

Monty, gay and dumb: great idea

Brigit, gay and not dumb: no it is not that man is a STRANGER)

and then they kiss for the first time and he pulls away and he goes: I have to tell you something.

And he tells her the plan, which is supposed to happen in about a few days from then, about how they think they can bring the dragons back but it’s really dangerous and she’s the

And she goes I GET A DRAGON?? and he’s like “well actually if you succeed my uncle still wants to kill you, and I was super against that btw” and she goes “because killing people or because killing me” and he laughs uncomfortably and says “maybe you should just get on a plane”

But no! She wants a dragon! That is an option and she is taking it, are you kidding, and so she makes him read her all the provisions and show her the one they’re still working on, and she’s like “the ancestral dragonglass knife is probably a suggestion, i have a pocketknife let’s wing it” and he’s like “oh dear God” but she’s already leaving and what’s he gonna do? Not follow? Please.

(Baelon: you could die

Visenya: i could have a dragon

Baelon: or die

Visenya: worth it don’t be a pussy

Baelon: do you want to have a honeymoon in Paris

Visenya: we aren’t engaged please focus )

and so they do the thing. but at the last minute Baelon is like “okay fuck this i OWN this volcano i want a dragon too” and she’s like “well your dad does, nepo baby, but if you say so” and it works.

kind of.

see, myths change. folklore gets warped. everything says the Valyrians rode dragons, but that just…isn’t exactly right.

turns out, if you fail you die because turning into a twelve ton fire-breathing lizard with wings is super hard on the immune system.

they are both very disoriented.

(Visenya: and you wanted me to take a plane

Baelon: oh yeah baby my bad i wasn’t aware we could GROW WINGS)

and naturally Daemon finds out immediately , because it’s a Marvel movie and ofc he does, and trying to escape the volcano and then the island when they don’t know how flying works and are trying to keep Visenya from getting killed is super complicated, actually, and there’s a whole thing where Baelon almost accidentally sets Aemond on fire (he lives dont worry but that is how he loses his eye), and then it turns out there’s a time limit and they turn back to people which is BAD because now they’re outnumbered without any advantage at all.

But they make it to the docks because Baelon has a boat, because, again, nepotism, and every rich white man in his 20s owns a boat, and it’s Daemon chasing them, and Baelon has a split second of “yk maybe betraying my entire family for a girl i met six months ago is a little far” but then Daemon shoots a gun and it hits her in the shoulder and he decides it is perfectly far, actually, and then there’s a fight and he thinks Daemon’s dead and kind of just kicks him into the water.

And then they boat away into the distance in silence, and naturally learning to be dragons sometimes is not something easily hidden, so they spend a lot of time on the news even though no one knows who it is turning into dragons. also running from people that his family sends after him, and occasionally killing them because when part of you kind of wants to eat everyone you see, you get less squeamish about it. They do eventually get married. Brigit still thinks it is very dumb.

And the next time aliens invade or something , Baelon opens the door and sees goddamn Sam Wilson, and he’s like “OH MY GOD????”

And then they roast some aliens. Baelon gets to meet Rocket, and he is so excited he is almost crying, and Visenya is much too busy interrogating Thor to care. They’re not e x a c t l y avengers because they’re too blase about people dying, but they are frequently utilized by them which is basically the same thing.

Naturally the rest of Baelon’s family does the stupid ritual and it kills his already sick dad but it turns out Daemon’s alive and that’s the plot of the second movie. They are accompanied by Spiderman in that one because I have the power to do that, and also at some point the multiverse breaks again and they meet themselves as incestuous twins and it is very disorienting for them.

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deanmarywinchester · 2 years

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rating terror ships extremely unbiasedly

while their crews are busy starting an intricate and complex polycule unbeknownst to them, they study the blade (leading men poorly and fighting until fitzjames realizes it’s kind of hot). 10/10 you can mine my lode any time hot stuff

the inherent eroticism of it being your job to take care of a man. if this is your thing I bet you could level up to the handmaiden. 5/10

if YOU’RE uptight and hypercloseted and I’M near-pathologically submissive then WHO’S flying the plane. 3/10 makes no damn sense compels me though

7/10 they are literally twin flames but they should NOT fuck about it. look me in the eye and tell me silna should be with with the guy who mansplains capitalism to her. harry “commerce” goodsir I love thee but you are stupid

if you’re looking for a psychiatrist/patient relationship that’s slightly healthier than hannibal and ends in equal amounts of death, look no further. 6/10 I see the appeal but unfortunately I don’t care abt it

9/10 they are literally gay rat married and I love homoerotic stabbing

every time I think about this I imagine little full of shame about his fantasies of close-mouthed kissing while jopson is unfazedly fantasizing about continuing to call little “sir” while he has little in an extremely compromising position. 8/10 REALLY funny

let me not speak on them they make me too sad

0/10 “your sad clown doctor looks gnc af” YOURE INSANE

#the terror lb #the terror #my posts

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Waking Up From Wonderland:

Hannibal Series Pt. 3 for: @myers-meadow

Meadow's POV:

A gentle shaking of my shoulder woke me from my slumber. A leather-clad hand was the first thing I noticed. Dr Lecter.

“How are you?” He asked.

“How am I?” I scoffed.

“How are they?” He corrected.

“They still haven’t woken, but the doctors said they’re stable.”

“Physically, at least.”

“Don’t do that.” I said, calmly.

He raised a brow.

“Don’t try to read them while their out. They wouldn’t like it. You don’t know them like I do. Nobody does.”

“I’m sorry, I did not mean to offend. I came to tell you, agent Crawford will want to speak with them when they wake up.”

“That’s an awful idea, they don’t-“

“Like authorities? I could guess as much. Which is why I heavily suggested they should speak to a therapist before the police. We’d relay any important information. Agent Crawford will allow either myself or my college Alana Bloom to speak with them first.”

“Thank you Doctor Lecter, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to. Do you mind?”

He asked, gesturing to the empty chair in the room.

“How are you in all of this? That’s a lot for the average person to witness.”

“I’m not particularly average”

He smiled at this. A wry smile, one that wasn't quite real but not in the realm of pity.

"This Alana, is she good? Is she nice, I mean. Frances doesn't like men very much, I think they'd rather have a female therapist if they have to talk to anyone."

"Yes, Miss Bloom is very good. She's one of my most trusted colleagues. Frances would be in good hands."

We sat talking for about an hour, about the case, about random things. I realised I like hearing the sound of his voice. His accent was strange, but it was more than pleasant.

"What?" He asked.

I gave him a confused look.

"You're thinking, and by the looks of it, pretty hard."

I chuckled.

"I was-" I paused thinking it over.

"You know your secrets are safe with me right?" "I'm not a patient." "No, but I do keep my acquaintances secrets as well, free of charge." He joked.

"You've got jokes?" I asked amused.

"Not many."

"I was thinking that I like the sound of your voice. The way it echo's in my head after you speak feels nice."

A real smile this time. It looked good on him.

"Well, thank you. I quite like the sound of your voice as well Miss Meadow.

I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Frances was stirring. We both turned our attention to them. Their movement got bigger until their eyes finally fluttered open. But they were quickly screwed shut.

"It's too bright," I told Hannibal softly.

I didn't want to speak too loud. Hannibal was quick to turn off the lights.

"Should I-" He began.

"No stay, we can call a nurse with the button if we need."

I watched Frances fumble to place her hand protectively over the call button.

"No nurses then, you sure."

They nodded.

"Doting." They whispered.

"You are in a hospital, people are allowed to take care of you, you know that right?" I laughed.

"How are you feeling."

"High."

I laughed once more.

"That would be the morphine."

They calmly tried to reach for their IV site but I guided their hand away.

"No way, I'm willing to wait to call the nurse in, but you're not doing that."

I knew Hannibal was watching out interaction intensely.

"Don't like it."

"I know you dont." "Head fuzzy."

"That's the part most people like," Hannibal said.

"Most people are idiots."

They sat up and winced a little.

"Mentally, how are you feeling." He asked.

I gave him a look, I thought Alana was going to be questioning her.

"How should I feel? I don't remember much of anything. I went to work, this fan came into my dressing room with flowers, then after that its all kind of-" They paused.

"He grabbed my arm, at first I thought maybe his nails accidental dug into my skin. But I felt a prick, it was hot. Then he told me to smell the flowers. I thought it was an odd request, but They were quite pretty."

I held my hand up to Hannibal as he tried to speak. I knew better than to interrupt their train of thought. especially now when they were so vulnerable.

"Sanguinaria Canadensis... Bloodroot. Causes vomiting, fever, organ failure and a hypnotic-like tired state. I know this. I KNOW THIS!" they raised their voice.

It was clear that they were becoming stressed.

"Do you want me to phone Alana?" Hannibal asked.

I nodded.

"Frances, can you take a few deep breaths for me?"

"Meadow, I let this man drug me! I'm a sodding idiot! But why can't I remember it? What did he make me do?"

"I think you should wait until Miss Bloom gets here. The police have agreed-"

"The police???"

"Don't worry, Alana will get a statement and we'll convince them to drop any charges you might have against you." Hannibal tried to calm them.

"Did I hurt anyone?" They looked past me, right at him.

They knew I would lie if it meant keeping them safe. Even from themselves.

"Not that we witnessed. No. Other than yourself, you aren't responsible for anything that happened."

"And what exactly happened Hannibal?"

I wasn't aware they knew him. He must have caught the look of confusion on my face.

"I send some of my favourite dancer's flowers after the show. I sign cards with my first name. People get intimidated when they see 'Doctor' on things."

"Nobody other than you has ever brought me flowers. I guess I assumed they'd be harmless. He... looked harmless."

"So you remember what he looks like?"

"I remember his eyes. I was trying to be polite so I forced myself to look at them. That was my first mistake."

They shivered.

"They were soulless. No life to them, just dull iceberg blue. His iris in his left eye was blown wide, but the one on the right never dilated. I prefer his left eye."

"Perhaps he was under the influence of something?"

The monitor started to beep rapidly again, and their heart rate is climbing.

"Frances, what's wrong?" I asked.

They chuckled a little.

"The bloodroot, I can feel it in my veins. I won't last much longer."

"Don't say that."

They finally looked me in the eye.

"My organs are shutting down Meadow. My pancreas and gallbladder are already gone, but I can live without those. The hospital won't find enough organs to replace the ones I'm losing. Not in time anyway. But I'll tell Alana everything I remember. I wasn't to help catch this guy. He isn't very nice."

"I'm not letting you die," Meadow said defensively.

"And I'm not going to let you waste your time. You should spend it with Hannibal. He's a nice man Dow."

"When you see the nurse, please ask her to turn down my IV" They added once I didn't speak.

"You're going into multiple organ failure Frances, and you want to get rid of the one thing keeping you stable?"

"Not stable, Doctor, It's numbing, I prefer to feel Doctor Lecter. Proves that I'm real." They looked out the window. "The two of you are wasting time. Don't you know, there's a crazed killer on the loose."

Hannibal escorted me into the hallway.

"Are you alright?"

"You're asking if I'm alright when I just found out my friend is dying and they don't care?"

"That's not going to happen. There's a cure for every poison. I'll find."

"They're right, that's not going to replace any of the organs that are already too far gone."

"I will handle it, If money is the problem I can cover any of the costs the hospital might have."

"You don't have to do that." "I want to. I assure you. Alana will get their story, You and I will search for a cure. And the FBI will catch this man, hopefully before he comes back for you, his White Queen."

I shuddered at that.

"I hate that name."

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Frances POV:

I was glad Meadow had someone, Doctor Lecter seemed like a good man. I could feel the blood in my veins growing sluggish. It wasn’t much a difference, but I could always tell when something was wrong. It’s made me feel itchy, like my skin was crawling. I probably have a week at most.

I laughed dryly, my throat sore and cracked. I wondered how long I was already out. So much lost time, such a shame. I tried to remember what happened that day. Really tried. But my walls were up. That damn trauma response, forgive and forget. Sometimes I swore it was a curse. I knock at the door brought me out of my thought.

“You must be Doctor Bloom.”

She gave me a polite smile.

“Please sit, we don’t have much time.”

“So Doctor Lecter told me. You’re being cynical.”

“Cynicism never killed anyone.”

“Neither did positivity.”

“Positivity, naivety, they grow from the same seed, reside on the same tree. Do you suppose the man who poisoned me was thinking positive thoughts?”

She sat down in the seat next to my bed.

“You know what you’re poisoned with, the doctors can find you a cure.”

“Total organ failure doesn’t have many cures Doctor Bloom. But would you like to know what does? Murder. The cure is justice. I want to find the man who did this before he hurts anyone else. The others don’t deserve this.”

“But you do?”

“I’m not perfect.”

“Nobody is.”

“I’m far… from perfect. Believe me. Meadow is kind, honest, pure. Doctor Lecter is cunning, ambitious, protective and pious. And you Doctor Bloom are hardworking, loyal, sincere and compassionate. But you struggle to balance to skepticism and optimism.”

“Is that what you believe?”

“I as you said, am cynical, untrusting, obsessive, and self-destructive. Now we can sit here and run through the basics of therapy and you can tell me how I’m living my life wrong and have a multitude of unhealthy coping mechanisms. Or you can help me remember what happiness that day so the man who did this to me is behind bars.”

“If you think that is going to help. Tell me what you do remember. Start at the begging.”

“I was early to work as usual…”

I smiled at that guard as he let me through the doors. We never talked, I saw no need. I let him use his words but kept mine close to my chest. A simple nod. A “yeah” here and there. It was easy, a relationship of connivance.

I made my way to the dressing room, stripping out of my street clothes. It was a ritual, I always took everything off in a particular order. Shoes then pants then socks. Jacket, then shirt and undergarments. I let my hair out of its ponytail and slipped into my tights and leotard.

I say in the chair and painstakingly brushed every hair back into my bun. It was flawless and smooth, my hairspray smelt like old shoelaces and boysenberries. An odd, but comforting combination. I applied my makeup slowly, being sure to perfect each stroke. Last was always my shoes, my Pointe shoes. I felt incomplete without them.

I was startled by a sudden knock on the door. Nobody else ever came in this early. Maybe it was just the guard. I was confused when I opened the door to a man. He was taller than me, scrawny, not much muscle. Obviously not a dancer. He stood clunky, like a soldier. ROTC perhaps, maybe young marines. Drop out.

“Umm, sorry to bother you miss Darling. I’m a huge fan and I-“

“How did you get in here?”

“The guard let me in.” He mumbled quickly “I’m not able to make it to the show tonight, so he offered to let me give these to you now.”

I raised a brow at him. He produced a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.

“May I come in?”

“To my dressing room?”

He blushed slightly.

“You’re already dressed.” He pointed out.

“Then I suppose that just makes this a regular room then.” I said flatly.

I stepped aside to let him in. I wasn’t sure why. There was something about him that was alluring, toxic.

“I’m sorry I can’t be there tonight. I’m sure the performance will be head turning.”

He emphasised the last two words of the sentences. The hung lazily on his tongue, yet held an air of excitement.

“Hmm” I hummed. “I suppose you’ll be wanting an autograph or something?”

“Oh. Yes!” He dug through his bag and produced what looked like a manuscript.

I took out the red pen I kept neatly on my dresser. I signed it and thanked him for stopping by, pointing to the door. I could set aside a few moments for a fan, but I didn’t get as many as the others who’d been with the company longer. I was younger, and less experienced, and still had to prove myself to them and the audience. Any more delays would throw off my whole routine. As I went to shut the door he spoke one last time.

“The flowers… you really should smell them. They’re lovely.”

He plucked one from the bouquet I had set beside the door, not having a vase ready for them. Before I could respond he held one up to my face. I thoughtlessly took a breath. Before meeting his eyes. His eyes, they were crazed. There was something dark in them, lurking just below the inky black and the icy blue. What an odd shade of blue. How long had I been staring, why was I staring.

That was the first time I felt it. The fuzz, the static. Like how I imagined it felt to be crossfaded, high and drunk. Two things I’ve never wanted to experience. I enjoyed being sober, sober was safe. Sober people didn’t make as many mistakes.

“It works quickly.”

“Huh?”

“I said, you work quickly. I mean you’re already dressed and ready before anyone else gets here. Surely you have more time for your biggest fan.”

He pushed the door open more.

“Yeah, my biggest fan. How lovely.”

How lovely. I never say shit like that.

“I need your help with something amiss Darling.”

I didn’t feel the need to correct him about my pronoun preferences. It didn’t seem important.

“My help?”

“Do what you do best, when the police get here, you’ll put on a performance, won’t you?”

He gripped my chin and made me look in those sinful eyes again.

“Police?”

“For the art. They’ll come to see my art. Our art!”

Art. He saw my work as art? Truly and simply. Pride, I think that’s what I was feeling. One of the seven deadly sins, but why did it feel so good?

“And if I cannot keep their attention?”

I knew I could. There was someone in the audience whose eyes were always on me. One Hannibal Lecter.

“Then, My Hatter shall never Futterwacken again. You’ll break those pretty legs of yours. I wonder, can the ballerina follow a script?”

He rubbed his thumb against my ear. Placing a small headphone like device in it. He tapped it for good measure.

“You tell them what I tell you, nothing more, nothing less. You won’t need to bother with the rest. I’ll release you when you’re of no use to me. And then you won’t worry that pretty little head of yours.”

“I won’t?”

“No miss Darling, you’ll be too crazed to remember. Like miss Sayer at the end of Black Swan. She bleeds to death at the crescendo, and the White Swan gets her happily ever after. Well in this story, My White Swan, more aptly My White Queen, she falls victim to a much more gruesome fate.”

He pulled a strand of hair out of my perfect bun and tucked it behind my ear.

“But I won’t let them forget about the little Black Swan, my very own Mad Hatter.”

He snapped something in place around my neck.

“Now up to the roof with you, wait for my signal. Don’t let anyone see you until then.”

I nodded my head and rushed to that rooftop. There was a glass section in the roof, a skylight we could open and close depending on the needs of the performance. The first day I got here I stayed late and watched the stars through it. An hour went by and people started to pile in, I watched and I waited. For the show.

And oh, what a show it was. There was red, red everywhere. I watched as they ran and screamed and broke. The building looked tight and our day guard was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he already got rid of the obstacle.

He was graceful now, unlike earlier when his movements were clunky and robotic. He killed with ease. Slicing through skin and bone without hesitation. And they each fell into place. I stayed to watch as he arranged them. Like the instruments in a symphony, all blending together in a beautiful display. I couldn’t look away, no I might forget if I do.

He said I’d forget anyway. But something I wanted to remember. I need to. And when the time came I played my part. I jumped off the roof, not an ounce of fear in my body. I felt giddy, unstoppable. Manic.

“His face wasn’t real” I concluded.

“What do you mean by that? You’ve made great progress in the past few hours, why doubt that detail.”

“Because, it was vivid. It wasn’t muddled.”

“You saw him before he drugged you.”

“Before I know he drugged me. He had to have been in there before me. Fans aren’t allowed before hours, it’s not safe. My hairspray, the boysenberry scent was fake. Chemically, it faded way too quickly. I use it everyday, It would be hard to miss.”

“You think there was something in your hair spray, like a smaller dose to make you more suggestible.”

“I saw what I wanted to see. The memory of him is all jumbled. He looked like-“

I took a deep breath, scoffing at the idea.

“He looked like my father.”

“Your father?”

“Yes. But that’s not possible. My father's been dead for a while now. Buried next to his wife. The two of them rotting underground where they belong.”

“Perhaps you miss him, somewhere deep down.”

“Deep, deep down then. You want to know the first time I genuinely smiled Doctor? The day of his funeral, when I put him in that box, and put that box six feet under.”

She shifted comfortable in her seat. I felt a sting in my heart. The poisoned leaking it’s way in once more, cell by cell. I coughed, trying to clear my throat.

“But you can be sure of everything else. I made sure to keep those memories safe. I didn’t like the way he made me feel. I keep the things I don’t like bottled, the seal on those is impenetrable.”

“And how exactly did he make you feel?”

“Powerless, and used and wasted. But most of all, I feel angry. Anger is not an emotion you feel lightly Doctor. It’s hot and all-consuming, leaving nothing but guilt and regret and sorrow in its wake. It cannot survive on its own so it leaches onto all your other emotions until you cannot distinguish one from the other. It is toxic and it is deadly. I do not like being made to feel such a thing. I thought I felt it for the last time when I buried my parents, and this miscreant has dug it up again. And for that, he will be sorry.”

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Hannibal’s POV:

Meadow was distraught, that much was obvious. I entrusted her in the hands of Will. He was efficient in finding things most others couldn't. He could help her find a cure for Frances. But Frances was also right. I allowed them to use my office, a place William was plenty familiar with.

Frances would need organs, something that wouldn’t be easy to come by. Unless of course, there was a fresh supply. I’d collected a sample of their blood with my hanker-chief as they were loaded in the back of the ambulance. I could smell it, AB positive. I’d have to work quickly, night fall would come soon. Meadow and Will would grow suspicious of my wear abouts.

The victim wasn’t hard to chose, a man I’d met earlier this week. He’d spit at a waitress in a restaurant. I did nothing at the time because I was in public. People these days weren’t hard to find, they posted their whereabouts on social media. But that was too obvious, the police could follow it. So I posed as a cabbie and drove him home. I offered him a drink, laced with enough drugs to knock him out.

He wouldn’t feel it. What I was doing to him. He wouldn’t feel me saw unto his chest cavity and carefully remove each organ one by one as he watched. Going in order form least vital to most. They would have to go on ice immediately and be delivered to the hospital. An anonymous donation, not typical but I knew for a fact the head surgeon at the hospital was corrupt. He’d do anything for extra cash, even use black market organs.

I had confiance in Meadow, she was smart, she cared. As I removed his heart, watching his lungs fill with one final gasp of air before deflating, my phone rang. I took off my gloves and picked it up.

“Dr Lecter.”

“Hannibal we found it, I know a guy we can get it from, can meet him in an hour. But we’ll have to get back into their room, the drug isn’t legal int he US, so one of us will have to give it to them without the nurses knowing”.

How interesting, she was so willing to break the law for this friend.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can. Take Will with you, just in case this guys doesn’t have good intentions. I’ll meet you at the hospital.”

I cleaned up my mess, casually arranging his body where the FBI was sure to find it. Another victim of the Chesapeake Killer. Tragic. I left the organs where the front desk receptionist would find them on her smoke break. With a note, insinuating they were a gift from our newest serial killer. Of course, they would later be used as evidence, but it’s not like the cops could remove them from Frances body.

I paid off the night nurse on her floor to let me come visit, claiming I was worried for them. I wanted to observe them from a psychological standpoint. They looked much worse than the last time I’d seen them. Some of their hair had already begun to pass out. The poison was working faster than it was supposed to. It pained me, seeing someone so… undeserving, be in this position.

They seemed nice. Neurotic, distant, but they held genuine compassion. The once strong ballerina looked weaker then a cancer patient on chemo. It was disturbing. I lightly shook then awake. Their hand shot out to grab mine, and they used the other to wipe sleep out of their eyes.

“Hannibal? What time is it?”

“Nearly two in the morning.”

“You haven’t slept?”

“You seem concerned.”

“You’re patients deserve a well rested therapist.”

“Meadow found a way to help you. She’s on her way.”

“The hospital won’t let her in after visiting hours- wait how did you even get in here?”

“I’m a high profile Doctor.”

“Right.”

“And I paid off the nurse to let them in.”

“You spent money on me?”

“I have been, the flowers.”

“Flowers can be plucked from the earth by hand Doctor Lecter. You did not pay for those, they’re from your own personal garden. You use expensive fertiliser and there are no bug bites on any of your leaves and stems. Money, money is earned. I have done nothing to be deserving of yours.”

“Then perhaps it was pity pay.”

They scoffed.

“I don’t need your pity.”

“Meadow would want me to.”

This brought their attention back.

“You know nothing about her!” They snapped.

Protective. Fascinating.

“Hey earlier you were trying to set us up.”

“She deserves a man like you Doctor Lecter. But do not pretend to understand her from one day of psychoanalysis. She’s a complex creature, one with seemingly infinite layers. It has taken me months to dig deep into her skin, push past the epidermis. Yet still I am stuck between layers of muscle and fatty tissue. Take your time with her, treat her well and she’ll open up. But your surface level perception will not taint how either of us… appreciate her.”

“I apologise, I wasn’t aware it was a triggering topic”

“Meadow is my best friend, my only friend. I will keep her close until the day she realises I am not good enough for her. She is all I have, and all I will ever know. There was no before and there is no after Meadow. There’s just me, a once promising dancer who tragically lost their skill due to a crazed lunatic and raging murder investigation.”

“I take it you remember.”

“Alana has told the FBI all they need to know.”

“You think you’ll never dance again?”

“Unlikely. I cannot feel my legs Doctor Lecter. The were so mangled after I jumped, that even the surgeons didn’t know how to put them back together. Walk, maybe. Run, highly improbable. But dance, if I cannot bare my soul on stage, then I shall cower in the wings. People will forget about Frances Darling. My name will now be tied to this atrocity more so then it ever was to my passion. I will become nothing more than a series of rumours whispered around town until everyone grows bored of my name.”

They took a shaky breath.

“Some will flinch, or cross thé street when they see me, hide their children because they will blame me for what happened to my fellow dancers. And others will stop me with video cameras and red ink, ‘hey look, it’s the killer ballerina’ and I will simply smile and nod and accept my title. Because that’s what people do in the face of horrific tragedy. But I’m sure you understand that very well Hannibal.”

“You’re over thinking.”

“It’s all I have left. My body is decaying, rotting from the inside out. My blood, it itches and it’s taking everything in me not to tear off my own arms right now. The room is hot and sticky, yet I shiver like I’ve never known warmth before. But my mind, it still there, loud as ever. He tried to take that from me, but I’m stronger then he anticipated. If you say Meadow find a cure, then good. I’ll be here to see this man burn.”

As if on que, I heard the distinct foot falls of Meadow’s heels. Followed by Will’s awkward gait. The entered the room quickly and shut the door behind them.

“You’re awake!” Meadow said.

“I informed them you were coming.”

“Who’s the third Musketeer in your merry band of misfits Hannibal?”

I offered a chortle.

“This is Agent Graham.”

“Come to question me?”

“No, my boss has what he needs from You from Miss Bloom. I owed Hannibal a favour.”

They ran a hand through their hair, pulling out more chunks.

“This won’t work, even if you kill the poison, my body is too far gone. It can’t heal itself.”

“I spoke to the head surgeon, he has agreed to operate on you in the morning if you’re stable throughout the night.”

“Great, now we just need organs to magically fall from the sky.”

“You’re AB positive, correct? There was a death recently, he says your blood type and plasma match.”

“He doesn’t know which organs I need.”

“They’ve offered the whole body to you first.”

“There are others who have waited longer.”

“You are part of an activate murder investigation, you get top priority.”

They growled under their breath.

“Fine. But I don’t have to be pleased about it.”

“You’re upset we’re saving your life?”

“No, I’m upset that she’s choosing me again. You both wouldn’t be standing her if not for Meadow. Beautiful, charming, Meadow. Tell me, will you choose me a third time when the Red Queen comes back for me? Or will spamming ‘a’ get old?”

“Don’t do this right now?”

“What, be honest? At least I don’t lie to protect people feelings. You should do what’s best for every body. Think with your head, not your heart.”

The paused, coughing.

“He’s not going to stop until everyone in Wonderland is dead besides him. He thinks I’m both Alice and the Hatter. Imagine that. I guess that means I get to die twice.”

They started coughing more violently, their small body shaking with each jerk. They pulled their hand away from their mouth and their was a string of blood hanging from it. They stopped to look Meadow in the eyes for the first time evening.

“I don’t want to be the protagonist” they whispered.

Tears brimming in their eyes. Their eyes began to flutter and I lunged forward, gently laying their head back on the pillow.

“Give me the antidote.” I commanded will.

He handed me syringe, filled with a strange smelling clear liquid. I injected it into a vein in their neck, knowing it would reach the heart more quickly. But their pulse was slowing. I began CPR to try and get their blood flowing faster.

“I’m going to get the nurse.” Meadow said. “They’ll perform emergency surgery right?” She asked neither of us in particular.

Frances wasn’t going to die tonight. That wasn’t part of my plan. And this man who calls himself The Red Queen, would soon be meeting the Ripper. Something told me to protect these two, and it was obvious now they came as a pair. You couldn’t have one without the other, they were unstable apart. And now Will had witnessed it too. He actually looked worried, this man had witnessed things much more graphic then the display in front of him. Yet he actually looked concerned for once. I’d have to discover the reason for this interest later, now my priority was them.

An: Italics is flashback. This chapter was so much fun to write. I love suspense and angst, even when I’m torturing myself In story form 😈

#hannibal #fang writes #hannibal lecter #hannibal lecter imagine #nbc hannibal #hannibal x reader #Alana bloom #meadow <3

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PLL: OS thoughts on episode 7 (SPOILERS)

Spoilers below cut, cuz I’m not a monster who wants to spoil shit.

I assumed this would be the episode where Elodie’s secret came out. Here we go…gearing up to hate Elodie, which is going to hurt my heart because I love Lea Salonga.

Hmm, so…this funhouse mirror scene is like…a reverse-uno Alison where Elodie is coming on to Angela. In PLL it was Emily being interested in Alison and Alison going along with it only to hold it against her, whereas Elodie led Angela right into it because FEELINGS. *sigh* I get that Elodie was freaking out about hiding her sexuality, but…c’mon. What she did was shitty, but I don’t hate her near as much as the other moms…yet. Maybe it’s Lea bias. Maybe I just hate it when LGBTQ characters are villains. Or maybe it’s because I don’t think Elodie planned that. She just freaked out. The other girls intentionally planned to hurt Angela. Doesn’t make it right. But I’m analyzing this...and Elodie was probably the least bitchy to Angela given what the other girls did to her. The others physically and mentally abused her on purpose.

Bro, the way Corey is icing Faran out like it’s her fault. Girl, bye. She is the worst mother. Marjorie ties with her. Woman, this child did not make you get in that car and start driving. Fuck this bitch. She deserves the Davie treatment.

Noa out here spilling the tea on Sheriff Beasley. MY GIRL!!! She is definitely my favorite. *standing ovation*

I like the sensitive spot that Faran has for Kelly. She may be hot and cold with the girl, but she does care.

Calling it now. Mouse was kidnapped on Halloween night at the carnival.

*almost kidnapped. Close enough.

Ash is the best. Love him. Supportive, kind, empathetic. On that note, I know something about Ash that is not common knowledge yet. HOWEVER, it changes absolutely nothing. He is perfect.

Why are all the teachers at this school so creepy? Only adult figure I like is the nurse. And I’m still kind of pissed that she didn’t refer Imogen to a Doctor when Imogen was freaking out and talking about an abortion. I get why this is so problematic and controversial, but she was 15 years old and raped. So...the least she deserved was a conversation with someone who had a PhD

I don’t know anything about ballet, so someone tell me how Faran is doing.

Get creepy Wes off my screen THIS instant! And of course he likes movies with rape in them. I hate him.

That fake out pen scene with Tabby is probably the corniest thing I have seen on this show thus far. So I will give it a pass.

This Steve/Mouse shit is getting to be too much. I am really unnerved by it. This full-ass adult freaks my adult ass out.

I can’t tell if Tabby’s mom is actually trying to help Imogen or not. I do not trust her.

Imogen lost her fake child. I am not supposed to be laughing at this. And the fact that the baby’s name is a fucking nod to Hannibal…dead.

I understand Tabby facing her demons. I do. But honey…going into the middle of the woods when a psycho is out there?!

Why is this Sheriff not dead yet? You are slacking, Masked Creeper. Get on that.

How is Corey going to straight up pretend she wasn’t an absolute See You Next Tuesday that morning? Good on Faran for giving her the metaphorical finger.

I wanted to leap through the screen and punch Steve for grabbing Mouse like that.

Ohhhh, Mouse’s dad is gonna be the one who tried to snatch her!!! I just feel it!

I don’t know how I feel about Chip/Imogen

Noa is a badass. That girl was about to take on a whole football team.

Shawn is back on my shitlist. Fucking testosterone hyena hiveminded bitch.

That house of mirrors scene was as intense as Noa’s apartment scene. Poor Mouse.

Bruh…what Elodie did to that man trying to start a family was MESSED UP. I figured it was her dad, but Elodie fucking ran off with the child when she was a surrogate?!

Oh shit. Ohohohoh…hold up. MOUSE USING BURNERS. What in the actual -A?

Ahh, I feel bad that Mouse’s family is breaking up. But understandable.

THAT ENDING!!!!!!! Epic. Do not RIP, Tyler.

So I feel like I have to speak on something. One thing that really annoys me: I feel like Elodie has had way less screen time than the other mothers and that bothers me for some reason. It’s not because I like Lea. It’s because I’m annoyed that the only LGBTQ couple doesn’t get the same treatment as the other moms. And what we see is always toxic. There was not one loving scene with Elodie and Mouse and I don’t like that. I understand that the other mothers are toxic, but we’ve also seen scenes of them with their children that were really sweet (Davie/Imogen and Tabby and her mother as well). Faran’s mom can choke. But her dad is wonderful. I guess I could probably say the same thing for Noa/Marjorie that I can for Elodie/Mouse. Both of them have been nothing but poison. I’m uncomfortable with that.

Last thoughts: what I thought was going to be spoiled in this episode (fucking asshole people on reddit) was not spoiled, so I’ll go into that particular thing I know when it happens.

I can’t wait until next week!! I was pretty dead on about my theories (I swear these are things that I did not know going into this show), so I can’t wait to see what happens next.

Anyway, ranking the Liars for fun:

1) Noa. Call me a sucker for a girl with a tough outer-shell, but is loyal AF and vulnerable inside.

2) This is tough, because Imogen and Mouse are tied for me. Imogen, because she is so fleshed out, but Mouse’s storyline constantly has me on the edge of my seat and I’ve enjoyed seeing her develop from meek to “don’t fuck with me.” So on that alone, I think I have to give this slot to Mouse.

3) Imogen. One of the most fleshed out characters and fantastically acted. Can I make her 2.5 instead of 3? It was a tough choice for me. I do love Imogen and I’m engulfed in her story…and Bailee is absolutely crushing it. But the storylines for Noa and Mouse have been more gripping…and frankly, terrifying.

4) Faran. It actually kind of pains me to put her this low because I love her and her storyline has been so amazing. Her one-liners are fabulous and her growth and the fact that she’s shedding herself of her mother’s shadow is such an incredible arc. I just seem to be grabbed more by the others right now. *subject to change.

5) I like Tabby. I do. I see a lot of hate for her on reddit. But I do like her. I think she’s going to be key to solving the entire mystery (her and Imogen), but the others have held my attention more often than not and I find myself so engulfed in what is happening to them that sometimes I forget about Tabby (ie: Noa in her apartment running from the Masked Creeper, Imogen and her grief during the Ouija board scene…fuck that cut me deep and I am traumatized, and Mouse with Steve the creep and in the house of mirrors. I just don’t have that kind of connection with Tabby yet. There has been no ‘it’ moment…except when she punched Tyler, which was awesome).

#Pretty Little Liars Original Sin #Pretty Little Liars Original Sin spoilers #PLL: OS spoilers #PLL: OS

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mikuni14 · 2 years

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It's so weird seeing the use of the word r*pe in posts about KP. This word is being used repeatedly, which does not prevent the same people from writing long analyzes about Kinn and the show. Listen, if you say that this scene was a r*pe, then there is also a r*pist in it, which is Kinn, and to be honest, I can't imagine how one can write: hey it was a r*pe, and here you have my analysis why Kinn is the way he is and in general how poor and emotionally repressed he is in this terrible mafia's world, also don’t forget he is hot! I don't understand. If there's r*pe, there's no excuse for the r*pist, there's no point in writing about him, who's interested in his background! The same with the episode 6 approach: “omg! I hope they talk to each other and Kinn will apologize nicely!”. .. I mean .. The r*pist is supposed to apologize and that magically solves the problem? The r*pist's place is in jail (I personally believe it is in the cemetery, but whatever), not handcuffed to his victim, talking, apologizing and kissing better. If you use the word r*pe, then take responsibility and treat Kinn as a r*pist! There is this weird separating word “r*pe” from Kinn. It’s either r*pe and Kinn is a r*pist, that should bite the dust, oooor maybe, MAYBE this scene was more complicated as is Kinn?

Maybe because I'm over 40, maybe because I distinguish reality from art and fiction, maybe because I like hard yaoi, series like Hannibal, Strangers from Hell, ora Breaking Bad, Oz, etc, but I see KP and this scene completely differently . Of course, in the real world, avarage Kinn should take care of an avarage intoxicated Porsche, ignore his advances, put him to bed and make sure he’s ok. But this is KP, the adult mafia drama that I've been waiting for. And this drama provided me with what I expected, an adult scenes, ault characters full of nuances. I saw Porsche clearly resisting Vegas, and Porsche clearly wanting Kinn. I saw a Porsche being clearly fascinated by Kinn before this scene, finally being bold and acting on desires that are already THERE, restrictions gone becausue of the drug (somehow I have the impression that if not for the boss-bodyguard relationship, Porsche would have started flirting long ago). I saw a Porsche asking about "liking" SEVERAL times, Porsche grabbing Kinn by the neck, and then, shock! showing TENDERNESS, something Kinn later cannot take out of his head ( I think this has left the biggest impact on Kinn, the gentleness).

The morning after scene for me shows a Porsche not freaked out by the act itself, or with whom it was done, but by someone attacking him by drugging him. I also think he doesn't believe Kinn, when he says he doesn't know who did it, and feels like he's lying to him. It is logical that Porsche wants to be alone because he has to process in his mind the fact of the attack, the fact of sleeping with someone - possibly his first time with a man, and his complicated feelings with said man.

It also seems to me that if not for Korn's intervention, Porsche and Kinn would have finally talked about what happened. It was evident that Kinn wanted to talk, but was just giving him the time that Porsche asked for. Kinn adapted to the Porsche and waited for him - unfortunately there was a reprimand from his father in the meantime.

Imo Porsche is hurt and confused because he was attacked for no reason and he was punished by Kinn afterwards. Porsche clearly says he will take responsibility if he did something wrong, but Porsche knows he DID NOT DO ANYTHING WRONG. Kinn's harsh behavior is just salt on the wound. Porsche eventually feels that he was attacked for no reason, suspects it's probably because of Kinn, with whom he spent a wonderful night which he STILL REMEMBER, to be punished the next day for it all and see a man he began to feel something for treating him cold. In my opinion, Porsche feels like an collateral victim of an attack on his boss, he feels injustice in regards to his punishment and feels the pain of rejection. He knows he has done nothing wrong, yet he pays for it the most..

I also don't think it was r*pe because Porsche has no problem touching Kinn and being in his very close presence. If he thought he had been assaulted, he would stay away from him. Seeing Kinn sleeping, he would either ignore him or look for another bodyguard to wake him up. Porsche, however, comes over, gently puts a hand on his shoulder, later provokes him and does not recoil when Kinn is in his face. The same in the Vegas scene - no victim would allow such close contact with another man from the same circles as his attacker, would not allow him to be hugged from behind when he cannot see his face and see his intentions, not allow to be tightly hugged.

I just want to say that I am becoming more and more defensive about KP. I was waiting for such a series and seeing the viewers of innocent BL series about high school and universities using big and horrible words to comment on KP - AGAIN, the series for adults, about adult stuff, ruins my experience. Kinn is a mafia guy, what do you think mafia do, how they make money? Why do you think mafia Kinn should be.... NICE and WOKE and law / rules abiding? Why do you think that love in this series should be pure and by the book, like Ae and Pete, my beloved, who suit different story, where love and relationship are shown in a completely different way? Why do you judge KP by the same standards as not rated BL series set in the kitchen :) I cannot stress it enough, it’s a mafia drama in which the main character kills someone in the first minutes of the series! :DD Btw. Kinn as a murderer did not spark such outrage as Kinn in "this" scene, which is also interesting :)

There was such a hype for KP before it aired, as in “finally a gritty, dark themed BL drama set in a criminal world” but when the series delivers it, suddenly it’s like: no, not like this, I meant crime like ordering wrong wine to pork dish :D

You know, personally I skipped all the scenes in LBC except for Ae / Pete, because there was a real assault and bad intentions. Also, I was not able to watch the story of the stepbrothers from History 4 after what happened there. So I don’t understand. If you think Kinn attacked Porsche, why do you still watch this series and why are you happy that the attacker and his victim are now being together alone in the woods, where they can, I assume, “talk the assault out”? :) Honestly, I'm curious about it.

Of course, I can be entirely wrong about my impressions of their converstations and interactions, and their “talk” in Episode 6 is going to be about assault. Sure! But at this moment, I can't imagine Porsche as a r*pe victim, angrily telling his abuser “you never cared about me”.

#kinnporsche #i just want to enjoy it #finally yakuza yaoi on screen #so happy

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polyamorouspunk · 2 years

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Something immensely funny about you posting to let people enjoy things because ‘we know they’re bad’ only to get immediately schooled for not knowing how bad said things is. Anyway, thanks for sticking up for media rights, which no one is ever told, advertised, or promoted to as being good family fun without your hard work.

I’m tired of war movies getting a bad rep because they’re military propaganda like yup they sure are but I love war movies and military history because I’m just interested in it from a theoretical POV and since it’s already happened I can study it etc. etc. I just finished watching Band Of Brothers tonight and it’s easily my favorite show ever guess what I’m fully aware it’s a glorification of actual events and they 100% showed some of the questionable things that soldiers over there did painted in less bad of a light than it really should have been but I’m still going to sit down and watch Red Tails, a movie dedicated to the achievement and recognition of black fighter pilots in WWII because it’s just a good movie with a good story even if it’s “glorification of real life events”.

I haven’t seen too many modern war movies, I’ve seen a few, those aren’t my favorite, but I mean movies like the Olympus Has Fallen series is cool because wow guess what it’s fiction. It’s not the problem of a piece of media existing if people use it to justify bad things or whatever. There have been plenty of “Dexter copy-cat killers” and sorry but they would have killed someone whether or not Dexter existed. Hannibal is literally a show where you root for a serial killer. Do you know how glorified Hannibal is on here? And guess what that’s fine because he’s a fictional character 99% of the people who love Hannibal as a character do not also support Jeffery Dahmer.

I also love FPS games, especially PUBG, and I find it to be a great stress reliever, and it in no way is going to influence me to go do that irl. I do understand the argument of “kids are misunderstanding that they think that shooting someone irl isn’t permanent because they shoot people in video games and they don’t die there permanently you can start over” but like if you can’t understand the difference between a video game and real life then mental health help should be an option and maybe not have access to guns.

I’m very interested in anything WWI and WWII and I love Dunkirk that’s a comfort movie for me can’t tell you why but it is. I’m still heavily against the military but I’m a staunch supporter of veterans rights. There sure are a lot of veterans and active military personal who have committed war crimes and I recognize that but that really isn’t the truth for all of them. Ideally there would be no wars at all but like hey there were and they happened and men came back and needed mental health help from a war that our shitty government forced them to fight and would not let them leave from and then failed to do anything for them after that. Go ahead and ask any Nam veteran if he thinks the war was a good idea.

I haven’t watched any of the top gun movies I literally have no idea what they are about ngl I’m just tired of people being like “you need to critically engage with media” and then be like “but subjecting yourself to propaganda makes you a supporter” when I literally just want to watch Red Tails or Dunkirk. Hot take but you should critically engage with media that spreads messages you might not agree with to come to your own conclusions on why it’s bad instead of taking someone else’s word for it (if you feel like you can). Like I’m not saying read Mein Komf or whatever that book is and I don’t really care to get the title right (not as an attack on Germany as a culture just like fuck that dude in particular and I don’t care if I can’t remember what his manifesto is called). Not going to lie I’m very susceptible to other people’s arguments sometimes and there are times where I have engaged with a piece of media and supported it only to realize behind the scenes that it’s bad and I was just unaware even though I was advocating for it (Top Gun though I haven’t watched it and also The Satanic Temple). You might think that invalidates anything I say about me realizing that all military movies are to some degree military propaganda by glorifying “our” side to be the heroes and the “other” side to be the bad guys but things are not black and white like that and there are exceptions. Like once again pointing to Hannibal it’s literally a show where you root for the cannibal. You know that’s wrong irl. You can make the distinction between a show with events that have in fact taken place irl (killing and eating people) and this one show that is just that- a show.

If you’re going to call people brainwashed for liking war movies and think watching war movies = supporting the military then why are we not calling shows like Hannibal cannibal propaganda and calling people brainwashed for supporting a cannibal?

Or- and get this- if you don’t like me as a person or my content you can just unfollow me and leave me the fuck alone instead of being a coward on anon and hiding behind the feature to escape personalized retribution.

#punk gets mail #discourse

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What’s your favorite thing to cook? Cooking off intuition that’s impressive! and a nice coping mechanism:) you should cook for meeeee I love being cooked for!! Just don’t sneak human meat in the meals (or do it if we’re going for the full authenticity of the Will Hannibal dynamic) you’re right omg I’ve wondered before what people taste like but that probably varies depending where on the body you eat and how you cook it. I wanna know though I read something once that said human flesh tastes like chicken but they ALWAYSSS fucking say that I don’t believe it!!!! IM SCREAMING AT THE DIFFERENCE IN OUR REACTIONS. I was absolutely horrified and you thought it was hot HAHAHAHA AMAZING I’m shocked Will wasn’t more????? Alarmed???? I figured when he found out he would’ve been. He moved on fast LMAOOOO I will be happily awaiting the day you eventually post art:] OMG NO WAY YOU SAW THE TIKTOK BEFORE I SENT IT QKQIWUWJWUSHDHSHDH THIS KEEPS HAPPENING WE KEEP SYNCING UPPPPPP<333333333 AWE YOU WANT MORE TIKTOKS????? REALLY????? I thought I was being annoying I’ll see so much stuff I wanna send like for example I kept getting horses on my fyp and I wanted to show you WKWJWJWJSHDH earlier I was in the shower thinking about you and I remembered this show called Dark Tourist. I won’t even ask if you’ve seen it because there’s no way AKWKSJDHDHD but you shouldddddd that’s another one I’d love to watch with you

FRRRR about the guidelines it’s so frustrating!!!! I wish they would stop and just let you be. You really don’t care what people think it’s <333333 the times people come to be annoying in your inbox and you tell them off it’s so hot hahahaha lord what I’d give to see you beat the fuck out of someone. Yessss you of course get to hear all my noises^.^ “you're so pretty inside and out, every bit of you deserves my attention” SCREAMING that’s such a compliment from you ahhhhhwhwhwjwjwjwjsj Make it hurt huh? I can do that;) I’ll leave the prettiest mark on you. YES US AS VAMPIRES!!!! that one video you reblogged,,, us<3333333333333 me sinking my fangs in and lapping up the blood after hehe omg sorry if I already asked this but what’s your favorite bone???? OH YEAH I vaguely remember one post you made back then about the cadavers. You should draw themmmmmmm AWE YOU HAVE A LITTLE BROTHER!!! I assumed you were an only child omggggg LMAO AT THE ADULTS HEARING YOU SAY THAT. I’m glad classes are going well!! I hope they stay relatively easy^.^ YK THATS FUNNY I was actually gonna say to wear the MCR porn star shirt but I was like idk if that would be awkward for a day one HAHA that’s awesome that you went with it. That whole outfit is!!! So cool literally every outfit you have is the coolest fucking thing ever:]

You knowwwww I’ve held back but you don’t want me to do that. No. You said there’s no need for that. Let’s hope you meant it. You seem to have forgotten that you’re mine. Talking to people is one thing. Being someone’s penpal? No. You’re not anyone’s penpal but mine. Do you understand that? Don’t make me have to remind you again. If you forget I’ll have to find a way to make sure you don’t. You wouldn’t like me when I’m jealous. It’s hard to restrain my dark urges when I’m like that and you wouldn’t want those to be out, now would you? Unless you secretly do, of course;) As sweet as I am, there’s more to me than that. I certainly won’t be sweet when you’re making me jealous like this. No. You need to know to your core that you belong to me. Don’t make me think you’re taking my attention for granted.

Ooo hmm I don't know if I have a favourite thing to thing to cook... Maybe the curry rip-off I usually make, cuz I prepare the chicken separately and it always gets such a beautiful golden skin 🤤 My favourite thing to eat though is salmon tagliatelle with cream sauce, nothing will ever beat that. I'd love to cook for you, what are some foods you like?? Hmm, would you be able to tell if I put human meat in your food? I bet you'd notice from my eager anticipation for you to try it hehe. People say a lot of unusual meats taste like chicken because chicken is a fairly neutral flavour, but historically human has been compared to pork, and in an interview a cannibal likened it to veal. The taste of the meat depends greatly on what food the human has been eating, as for example a diet with a lot of dairy will give the meat more of a sweet taste. Haha yeah I know right Will was just like 'This guy has been aggravating my illness and also kills people and also made me eat them. Huh' like if I was a regular person I wouldn't have been so calm and collected about having been fed human flesh!! Nooo you're not annoying! I'd love to watch any TikToks that you think I should see <3 You're right haha I've never watched Dark Tourist but it looks really cool, morbid curiousity type of deal. I'd love to watch it with you <3

Hehe I get a surprising low amount of people being assholes in my inbox, maybe they just realise I'm not someone they should mess with ;) God I'd love to beat someone up sometime, I had a little drunk play-fight with my housemate some time ago but he had me backed-up against some stairs and in his words 'thought [I] weighed more' so he fully toppled me over haha, I slammed against the wall face-first and broke my glasses clean in two xD I do punch and kick harder than I look like I'm able to though, so I think with a little training in coordination I could be quite the threat ;) I'd love to be covered by marks from you so much darling, all yours <3 Yes yes I was thinking about you as I reblogged that post <3 I don't think I have a favourite bone but I have such a thing for ribs, I love the way they feel under my fingers and the way they look when someone inhales big. Plus, the rib cage houses such pretty organs. Hehe yeah I have a brother 18 months younger than me and we've been through some shit (abuse) together, but considering I have an incest-kink focused blog I generally like to keep my family out of it shfjksd Aww cutie we're so in sync all the time!! The porn star shirt is kind of low-key cuz people don't realise what they're looking at at first hahaha. Thank you baby but most of my outfits are kinda lame haha, especially now that it's 30+ degrees here I just wear oversized black cargo shorts and oversized band t-shirts xD

Urgh fuck the first time I read this ask I had to pause half-way through that last section, my vision was starting to swim a little heh, I think that's one of the hottest things I've read... I'm all yours baby, I won't ever forget it, I'm sorry for slipping, I belong to you, I'll never take your attention for granted, never <3 I'd want to see every part of you, even the dark urges, but I won't provoke you, I'll be good for you, you deserve it for always giving me so much attention <3 I'm yours and you're mine <3

#hngh god your words darling #asks

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