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ㅤ( English and Spanish ver. )

Diabolik Lovers: Haunted Dark Husband — Dark 07

ㅤCW: Bodyshaming, scorpions and mention of vomit / Bodyshaming, escorpiones y mención de vomito.

English ver.

Romantic: ( Aah, but what a boring day. )

( I‘m a little hungry, but I don’t understand. I supposedly had lunch a while ago. )

( Maybe I’ll buy something after the next class, or before? ...I’ll try not to spend my money impulsively. )

For now... there must be something I can do. I’m tired of sitting here doing absolutely nothing.

( Now that I think about it, I should continue my research regarding the Sakamaki. I can’t deny that those guys are terrifying, after all, they are not human. )

( But who else would do the dirty work? I highly doubt anyone else would suspect them of being vampires within the Institution. )

( Could they be accomplices? ...This whole situation makes me feel so insecure, so uncomfortable. )

Ayato: Haa? Are you still sitting here, Chibimushi?

Romantic: ( It’s Ayato-kun... Again. )

Oh, well... Yes, something like that.

If I’m being honest with you, I’m surprised you actually noticed.

Ayato: How can you not? You’ve been sitting there for hours.

What? Are you afraid that others will start to notice how tiny you are?

Romantic: ——!

( He didn’t say that...! )

Ayato: Heh. What’s happening? Don’t worry, Chibimushi. Everyone here already notices it perfectly.

Is your height affecting you? Haha!

Romantic: ...It’s not funny. Also, I already told you to stop calling me that.

Ayato: But I don’t even remember your real name. This one suits you perfectly, doesn’t it?

I would say it even goes with your personality. Chi-bi-mu-shi.

Romantic: ...!

( Ugh... He’s just trying to provoke me. I’m not going to give him the luxury of responding now. )

( I’m not even that small! )

...Whatever.

Ayato-kun, do you know if the cafeteria is still open? I... I want to eat something before the next class.

Ayato: Bah. The cafeteria has been closed for a few hours, Chibimushi. You should have gone there sooner if you were that hungry, you know?

Romantic: ( Haa, I thought so... )

Ayato: But when it opens, I can bring you something delicious if you want, what were you planning to eat?

Romantic: No need, Ayato-kun, thank you. I wasn’t that hungry either, so I’ll stay here.

Ayato: Come on. I’ll spoil you a little, how about I bring you something sweet? Ore-sama is quite a gentleman after all!

Romantic: ( Huh? )

Ayato: They opened a sweets store very close to the school recently, Kanato showed it to me one day.

Romantic: ( Kanato-kun? )

( Well... I’m aware of how much Kanato-kun loves sweets. But surprises me that he would want to share the store with Ayato-kun. )

( Most likely he didn’t actually do it... It’s even allowed to leave the school during class time—?)

Ayato: Now, is there something you want exactly? Although, I guess anything would be good for a Chibimushi like you.

Tell me, what you think?

Romantic: ...Okay, I’ll accept your invitation, but... I'm not sure what to choose.

Ayato: Oh, that’s simple. You just have to think of something that you like too much. Come on, choose now!

Romantic: ( All this situation is so strange. Ayato-kun acted too kind... The sweets, the store... )

( Is this «kind act» to ask me for something in return? Blood, perhaps? )

❁ㅤAyato stands up from his seat and stares at Romantic as he stands in the classroom with his arms crossed.

Romantic: Well...

Ayato: So! What do you want, Chibimushi? Sweets? Ice cream? Cake? Chocolates? Name it and it will be yours.

You better not reject me this time!

Romantic: ...Maybe I would like some cake, I really like tres leches, I haven't had it in a while.

❁ㅤHe laughed without hesitation and leaned towards the boy again, smiling at him while shaking his black hair until it looked like a bird’s nest.

Ayato: You really are unique, aren’t you?

Romantic: S-stop already!

Ayato: Hahaha! I’ll go get the cake you want, so don’t go anywhere else without my permission, okay? I’ll be right back.

Romantic: Please, don’t let other people see you!

Haa... this boy is going to get me expelled one day...

❁ㅤWith that, the vampire looked up, turned around and walked towards the classroom hallway in search of the small gift, his salmon eyes completely stunned by his strange behavior.

Romantic: ( I’m not going to distrust Ayato-kun, I don’t like him, but... I do know him. )

( Maybe... he just wanted to do it. But nobody gets that kind of thing out of nowhere, right? )

I wonder what he has in mind.

—25 minutes later.—

❁ㅤAfter a while, the door opened and Ayato re-entered the room; he is now standing in front of Romantic while he is holding behind his back what appears to be a white box labeled: «The Sweet Aroma».

Ayato: Well, well! Here it is.

Romantic: Wow! I can see?

Ayato: Of course, watch carefully.

❁ㅤA small smile from ear to ear appeared on his face as soon as he spoke, offering his companion the large box of cake that he had agreed to buy, while he showed his fangs on the outside.

Romantic: Wow!

Hee-hee! ♪ The box is quite big for a cake…

Ayato: Oh, you’d be surprised how big this cake is, Chibimushi.

Come on, take a look.

Romantic: Really? Well, I wouldn’t want to eat it alone, wouldn’t you like a slice, Ayato-kun?

Really, I don’t mind sharing it with you.

Ayato: Che, why would I do it? I gave it to you. Therefore, it’s natural that you, as the receiver, eat it up.

I was kind enough to bring it to you, so hurry up and open it!

Romantic: ( Ayato-kun... He doesn’t want some cake? But he loves food, and making me angry... )

( What should I do? I’m starting to think this is suspicious, and if possible, I would like to avoid having to eat something weird... )

( This was already planned... Wasn’t it? )

I...

Ayato: Ah, come on! I’m telling you to open it now!

Romantic: I’m on it, be patient, please.

( I have to act now. Do whatever, but do it now.... Otherwise Ayato-kun is going to get tired of waiting... )

Ayato: Shut up. It’s your fault for taking forever.

Romantic: Let me open it, okay? Let’s see how it is...

Ayato:...

Romantic: ...

...

( ...Oh my God, it can’t be true... )

Aah...! No—!

( T-they are... they are scorpions! There are scorpions in the cake! )

Ayato: Hehe, it seems like you liked it a lot. You jumped with excitement.

Romantic: ...

Ayato: What’s wrong, Chibimushi? You’re shaking...

Romantic: Ayato-kun! Did you—?!

Ayato: Yes, it was me.

For a moment I thought about just bringing you the cake, but there’s nothing better than a complement, right? Enjoy it.

Romantic: ...!

( I knew it. Ayato-kun couldn’t be that kind. I really was a real fool... )

Ayato: Hehe! You have no choice when you are like this.

Come on, eat one of those. They’ll probably be delicious too, right?

Romantic: W-what?

Ayato: What you heard.

Don’t be shy, Chibimushi. Go on, take advantage of the fact that you are the only one who will have it, take a huge bite.

Or... are you too afraid to eat one of these? Don’t tell me they scare you.

Romantic: ( That smile... How did he know? )

❁ㅤThe young man struggled, trying to remove the various scorpions from his sight. He knew that he didn’t have many options available to him, but still...

Romantic: Ayato-kun...

N-no, Ayato-kun! I can’t do it!

Ayato: Oh, of course you can. Just trust me...

Romantic: No, no, no!

Ayato: Shh... you’ll like it, believe me.

Come on, close your eyes and open wide.

Romantic: ( I don’t want to look...! I feel like I could die right now from the disgust... No! )

Ayato: Here it comes... yum! ...Delicious, hehe.

Romantic: Nh—!

Ayato: Wow, Chibimushi, you’re really making a mess, huh?!

H-hey! Don’t you dare throwing up. Open your eyes, pay attention to what you’re doing.

Romantic: ( ... )

( Huh? )

( ...Wait, these aren’t scorpions. )

( These are... )

Candy...?

Ayato: That’s right. Why so upset? You haven’t even swallowed it yet. I can give you worse to eat, so consider yourself lucky.

That face of yours... you’re totally hopeless, I almost feel sorry for you. Haha!

Romantic: Ugh...! Ayato-kun...! I can’t believe it!

I thought they were real...! I—!

Ayato: Hahaha! How could you believe something like that? You really are an idiot, Chibimushi! Haha!

Romantic: ( In the end... he was just making fun of me, again. But this time... Ayato-kun crossed the line. )

( I can't believe I let myself be fooled, I never learn! )

Ayato: Ah, hehe... my stomach hurts. I shouldn’t have laughed so much...

Here, take this, nerd.

❁ㅤThe redhead extended a small white handkerchief from one of his pants pockets and handed it to the minor with a certain mocking tone.

Romantic: ...Thank you.

❁ㅤHe sighed, taking the piece of paper to wipe his mouth. He had made a total mess on his face.

Ayato: That’s the Chibimushi I know.

Alright! This is making me hungry, so let’s change plans, okay? Let’s finish that cake you and I together.

Make sure you enjoy every bite, so put that face away. Whether you like it or not, it’s a gift for you.

Romantic: ...Okay, I promise to be grateful.

( I don’t know what to think... )

—Monologue.—

Ayato-kun and I didn’t have cutlery during free class, so we ate the entire cake using our hands. Making sure not to throw anything on the floor.

To be honest, I had a lot of leftovers on my «plate». I didn’t have much of an appetite back then, so I just gave it all to him.

Not because he wasn’t delicious or because I wanted to ignore the detail. However, the presence of a scorpion, even if it is made of candy or even as an ornament, seems very unpleasant to me.

I had to eat at least five of them, and I imagined their legs moving when I bit into them, or worse, their stingers stuck in my tongue as I chewed.

In the end, it seems that Ayato-kun liked the cake he bought more than I did.

ーー END OF DARK 07ーー

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You may be wondering why this is on my main blog and not on @lovebatty... Well, I was editing this post and then realized that this was the wrong blog 😭 funny story.

But it doesn't matter, hopefully it won't happen to me again. As you can see, we saw more of Ayato's cruel behavior on this point of the story❕ This chapter gives me chills, because I really DON'T like scorpions❕❕ So I feel bad for Romi, he doesn't deserve this.ㅤ(⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

If you like it, please consider giving this post a fav, reblog and why not, even follow me❕ As always, thank you so much for reading. Have an amazing day.

Versión en Español.

Romantic: ( Aah, pero que día tan aburrido. )

( Tengo un poco de hambre, pero no lo entiendo. Se supone que ya había almorzado desde hace rato. )

( Quizá vaya a comprar algo después de la siguiente clase, ¿o antes? ...Intentaré no gastar mi dinero impulsivamente. )

Por ahora... debe haber algo que pueda hacer. Ya me cansé de estar aquí sentado sin hacer absolutamente nada.

( Ahora que lo pienso, debería continuar con mi investigación respecto a los Sakamaki. No puedo negar que esos tipos son aterradores, después de todo, no son humanos. )

( Pero quién más haría el trabajo sucio. Dudo mucho que alguien más sospeche que ellos son vampiros dentro de la Institución. )

( ¿Podrían ser cómplices? ...Toda esta situación me hace sentir tan inseguro, tan incómodo. )

Ayato: ¿Haa? ¿Todavía sigues aquí sentado, Chibimushi?

Romantic: ( Es Ayato-kun... Otra vez. )

Oh, pues... Sí, algo así.

Sí te soy honesto, me sorprende que lo notarás.

Ayato: ¿Cómo no hacerlo? Has estado sentado allí durante horas.

¿Qué? ¿Tienes miedo de que los demás comiencen a notar lo diminuto que eres?

Romantic: ¡——!

( ¡Él no dijo eso...! )

Ayato: Je. ¿Qué pasa? No te angusties, Chibimushi. Todos aquí ya lo notamos perfectamente.

¿Tu altura te está afectando? ¡Jaja!

Romantic: ...No es gracioso. Además, ya te he dicho que dejes de llamarme de esa forma.

Ayato: Pero si ni siquiera me acuerdo de tu verdadero nombre.

Ese te queda bastante bien, ¿no? Diría que hasta va con tu personalidad. Chi-bi-mu-shi.

Romantic: ¡...!

( Ugh... Él tan sólo busca provocarme. No pienso darle el lujo de responder ahora. )

( ¡Ni siquiera soy tan pequeño! )

...Como sea.

...Ayato-kun, ¿sabes si la cafetería todavía está abierta? Yo... quiero comer algo antes de la próxima clase.

Ayato: Bah. La cafetería lleva cerrada unas horas, Chibimushi. Deberías haber ido allí antes si tanta hambre tenías, ¿sabes?

Romantic: ( Haa, lo suponía... )

Ayato: Pero cuando abra, puedo traerte algo delicioso si quieres, ¿qué pensabas comer?

Romantic: No es necesario, Ayato-kun, gracias. Yo tampoco tenía tanta hambre, así que me quedaré aquí.

Ayato: Vamos. Te consentiré un poco, te traeré algo dulce, ¿de acuerdo? ¡Ore-sama es todo un caballero después de todo!

Romantic: ( ¿Eh? )

Ayato: Recientemente abrieron una tienda de dulces muy cerca de la escuela, Kanato me la mostró un día.

Romantic: ( Kanato-kun? )

( Bueno... soy consciente de lo mucho que a Kanato-kun le encantan los dulces. Pero me sorprendería que quisiera compartir la tienda con Ayato-kun. )

( Lo más probable es que en realidad no lo haya hecho... ¿Está siquiera permitido salir de la escuela durante el horario de clases—?)

Ayato: Ahora, ¿hay algo que deseas exactamente? Aunque, supongo que cualquier cosa le vendría bien a un Chibimushi como tú.

Dime, ¿te animas?

Romantic: ...Está bien, aceptaré tu invitación, pero... no estoy seguro de qué elegir.

Ayato: Oh, eso es sencillo. Sólo debes pensar en algo que te guste demasiado, ¡vamos, elige ya!

Romantic: ( Toda esta situación es tan extraña. Ayato-kun actuó muy amable... Los dulces, la tienda... )

( ¿Es este acto amable para pedirme algo a cambio? ¿Sangre, tal vez? )

❁ㅤAyato se levanta de su asiento y mira fijamente a Romantic mientras está de pie en el salón de clases con los brazos cruzados.

Romantic: Pues...

Ayato: ¡Entonces! ¿Qué quieres, Chibimushi? ¿Dulces? ¿Helado? ¿Pastel? ¿Chocolates? Nómbralo y será tuyo.

¡Será mejor que no me rechaces esta vez!

Romantic: ...Quizás me gustaría un poco de pastel, me gusta mucho el de tres leches, hace tiempo que no lo he tenido.

❁ㅤSe rió sin dudarlo y se inclinó nuevamente hacia el chico, sonriéndole al mismo tiempo que le sacudía su cabello negro hasta dejarlo como un nido de pájaros.

Ayato: Realmente eres único, ¿no?

Romantic: ¡P-para ya!

Ayato: ¡Jajaja! Iré a buscar el pastel que quieres, así que no vayas a ningún otro lado sin mi permiso, ¿vale? Ya vuelvo.

Romantic: ¡Por favor, no dejes que otras personas te vean! ¡Ve con mucho cuidado!

Haa... este chico va a hacer que me expulsen algún día...

❁ㅤDicho esto, el vampiro miró hacia arriba, se dio la vuelta y caminó hacia el pasillo del salón de clases en busca del pequeño regalo, el ojos asalmonados totalmente atónito ante su extraño comportamiento.

Romantic: ( No voy a desconfiar de Ayato-kun, no me agrada, pero… sí lo conozco. )

( Tal vez... sólo se sentía cómo tal. Pero nadie saca ese tipo de cosas de la nada, ¿verdad? )

Me pregunto qué tiene en mente.

—25 minutos después.—

❁ㅤDespués de un rato, la puerta se abrió y Ayato volvió a entrar a la habitación; está vez parado frente a Romantic mientras que iba sosteniendo detrás de su espalda lo que parecía ser una caja blanca con la etiqueta: «El Dulce Aroma».

Ayato: ¡Bien, bien! Aquí lo tienes.

Romantic: ¡Vaya! ¿Puedo verlo?

Ayato: Por supuesto, observa con atención.

❁ㅤUna pequeña sonrisa de oreja a oreja se le formuló en el rostro apenas le habló, ofreciéndole a su acompañante la gran caja de pastel que se había comprometido a comprar, mientras que mostraba los colmillos de fuera.

Romantic: ¡Guau!

¡Je-je! ♪ La caja es bastante grande para un pastel…

Ayato: Oh, te sorprendería lo grande que es este pastel, Chibimushi.

Vamos, echa un vistazo.

Romantic: ¿En serio? Bueno, no me gustaría comerlo solo, ¿no te gustaría una rebanada, Ayato-kun?

De verdad, no me molesta el compartirlo.

Ayato: Che, ¿por qué iba a hacerlo? Te lo dí a ti. Por lo tanto, es natural que tú, como receptor, te lo comas.

¡Vamos, tuve la amabilidad de traértelo, así que date prisa y ábrelo!

Romantic: ( ¿Ayato-kun... no quiere pastel? Pero él ama la comida, y molestarme. )

( ¿Qué debería hacer? Empiezo a creer que esto es sospechoso, y si es posible, me gustaría evitar tener que comer algo perjudicial para mí. )

( Esto ya estaba planeado...¿no es así? )

Romantic: Yo...

Ayato: ¡Ah, vamos! ¡Te estoy diciendo que lo abras ya!

Romantic: Ya voy, se paciente, por favor.

( Tengo que actuar ahora. Haz lo que sea, pero hazlo ahora... De lo contrario, Ayato-kun se cansará de esperar... )

Ayato: Cállate. Es tu culpa por tardar una eternidad.

Romantic: Déjame abrirlo, ¿de acuerdo? Veamos qué tal está...

Ayato: ...

Romantic: ...

...

( ...Oh Dios mío, no puede ser verdad... )

¡Aah! ¡No—!

( ¡S-son... son escorpiones! ¡Hay escorpiones en el pastel! )

Ayato: Jeje, parece que te gustó mucho. Saltaste de la emoción.

Romantic: ...

Ayato: ¿Qué ocurre, Chibimushi? Estás temblando...

Romantic: ¡Ayato-kun! ¡¿Acaso tú—?!

Ayato: Sí, fui yo.

Por un momento pensé en traerte sólo el pastel, pero no hay nada mejor que un complemento, ¿no es así? Disfrútalo.

Romantic: ¡...!

( Lo sabía. Ayato-kun no podría ser tan amable. Realmente fui un verdadero estúpido... )

Ayato: ¡Jeje! No tienes remedio cuando estás así.

Vamos, cómete uno de esos escorpiones. Seguramente estarán deliciosos también, ¿verdad?

Romantic: ¿Q-qué?

Ayato: Lo que oíste.

No seas tímido, Chibimushi. Anda, aprovecha que eres el único que lo tendrá, dale un mordisco enorme.

¿O tienes demasiado miedo para comer uno de éstos? No me digas que te asustan.

Romantic: ( Esa sonrisa... ¿Cómo lo supo? )

❁ㅤEl joven luchó, tratando de quitar a los distintos escorpiones de su vista. Sabía que no tenía muchas opciones a su disposición, pero aún así...

Romantic: Ayato-kun...

¡N-no, Ayato-kun! ¡No puedo hacerlo!

Ayato: Oh, claro que puedes. Sólo confía en mí...

Romantic: ¡No, no, no!

Ayato: Shh... te va a gustar, créeme.

Anda, cierra los ojos y abre grande.

Romantic: ( ¡No quiero mirar...! ¡Siento que podría morirme en este preciso instante del asco que siento...! )

Ayato: Ahí viene... ¡ñam! ...Delicioso, jeje.

Romantic: ¡Nh—!

Ayato: Vaya, Chibimushi, realmente estás haciendo un desastre, ¡¿eh?!

¡O-oye! No te atrevas a vomitar. Abre los ojos, fíjate muy bien en lo que haces.

Romantic: ( ... )

( ¿Eh? )

¿Caramelos...?

( ...Espera, estos no son escorpiones. )

( Estos son... )

Ayato: Así es. ¿Por qué tan disgustado? Ni siquiera te lo has tragado todavía. Puedo darte algo peor de comer, así que considérate afortunado.

Esa cara tuya... estás totalmente desesperado, casi siento pena por ti. ¡Jaja!

Romantic: ¡Ugh...! ¡Ayato-kun...!

¡No puedo creerlo! ¡Creí que eran de verdad! ¡Yo—!

Ayato: ¡Jajaja! ¿Cómo pudiste creer algo así? ¡Realmente eres idiota, Chibimushi! ¡Jaja!

Romantic: ( Al final... sólo estaba burlándose de mí, otra vez. Pero está vez... Ayato-kun cruzó la línea. Me siento... )

( No puedo creer que me deje engañar, ¡yo nunca aprendo! )

Ayato: Ah, jeje... me duele el estómago. No debí haberme reído tanto...

Toma, nerd.

❁ㅤEl bermejo extendió un pequeño pañuelo blanco de uno de los bolsillos de su pantalón y se lo entregó al menor con cierto tono burlón.

Romantic: ...Gracias.

❁ㅤSuspiró, tomando el pedazo de papel para limpiarse la boca. Había hecho un total desorden.

Ayato: Ese es el Chibimushi que conozco.

¡Bien! Esto me está dando hambre, así que cambiemos de planes, ¿vale? Terminemos ese pastel tú y yo juntos.

Asegúrate de disfrutar cada bocado, así que quita esa cara. Te guste o no, es un regalo para ti.

Romantic: ...De acuerdo, lo prometo.

( No sé qué pensar... )

—Monólogo.—

Ayato-kun y yo no teníamos cubiertos durante la clase libre, así que nos comimos todo el pastel usando nuestras manos. Asegurándonos de no tirar nada al piso.

Para ser honesto, yo tenía muchas sobras en mi «plato». No tenía bastante apetito en ese entonces, así que simplemente se lo di todo a él.

No porque no estuviera delicioso o porque quisiera despreciar el detalle. Sin embargo, la presencia de un escorpión, aunque sea de caramelo o incluso como adorno, me parece muy desagradable.

Tuve que comerme al menos cinco de ellos, y me imaginé sus piernas moviéndose cuando los mordí, o peor aún, sus aguijones clavados en mi lengua mientras masticaba.

Al final, parece que a Ayato-kun le gustó más el pastel que compró que a mí.

ーー FIN DEL DARK 07 ーー

Comentario del admin 🧚🏻‍♀️

Quizás se esten preguntando por qué esto está en mi blog principal y no en @lovebatty... Bueno, es que estaba editando esta publicación y luego me di cuenta de que este era el blog equivocado 😭 qué gracioso.

Pero no importa, ojalá no me vuelva a pasar. Como puedes ver, vimos más comportamiento cruel de Ayato en este punto de la historia❕ Este capítulo me da escalofríos, porque realmente NO me gustan los alacranes / escorpiones❕❕ Pobre Romi, él no merecía.ㅤ(⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

Si les gusto, consideren darle a esta publicación un fav, rebloguear y, por qué no, incluso seguirme❕ Como siempre, muchas gracias por leer. Qué tengan un maravilloso día.

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dont-call-me-algernon · 1 month

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Jesus, Judas and Mary from JCS for the ask game!

Thanks for the ask!! Needless to say, the answers are specifically related to the 2012 arena tour version -- and under the cut because they got LONG

JUDAS

A beast Unleashed: A sopping wet beast unleashed, specifically, but one nonetheless.

*puts them in a salad spinner*: Look, it’s not my fault if Tim Minchin’s Judas shines especially when he looks and sounds like he’s reached the lowest point in his life. The angrier, the more beaten down and pathetic he is, the more entertaining to watch he becomes. The whole second act, starting from his part in The Last Supper is just 👌 👌 👌

That’s a solid design right there: There’s nothing really “special” about it, but I really like the wardrobe choices for his character. It works, and it works really well imo. Actually, I’m a big fan of all major characters’ “designs” in this specific production!

They didn’t get bullied enough: Like the above, I mean this in the most affectionate way possible. As in – I want him to suffer more not because he hasn’t been through enough (he has), but because I find his reactions genuinely entertaining. There’s something weirdly appealing about his progressive descent into despair as the musical goes on. Also, the fact that every time I rewatch the show I HAVE to go back and re-reblog the sin gif probably speaks for itself.

JESUS

They sure exist: I have no strong feelings about him either way, really. Like yeah Ben Forster does an amazing job, but none of the songs mainly sung by him is among my favourites and I’ve always been more of a fan of antagonists and secondary characters anyway. Musicals about biblical characters are no exceptions, I guess lmao and in the 2012 arena tour specifically, I feel like Minchin’s Judas really steals the show every time they’re on the stage together.

That’s a solid design right there / I fuck with this aesthetic so hard: Like I said earlier, tho, I really like the costuming department’s choices for basically everyone in this musical and he’s no exception! I’ve also circled “I fuck with this aesthetic so hard” specifically, here, because unlike Judas’ or Mary’s, Jesus’ outfit (the very first one, with the coat and all) is something I’d actually love to wear in real life. It’s really simple, sure, but I’m a boring person at heart, so yeah

MARY

That’s a solid design right there: Reiterating what I said earlier, plus the leather jacket + simple white dress underneath combo is one of those outfits I’d never wear myself but that I find very pleasing to look at! It suits the character really well and it offers the opportunity for a cool moment during I Don’t Know How To Love Him, when she’s at her most vulnerable and both literally and metaphorically removes her tough exterior. It’s not mind-blowing symbolism by any means, but it’s a really neat detail I can’t help but appreciate every time I rewatch the musical.

They sure exist: Mary is weird for me in that I love her songs, but as a character I feel like she lacks that something that would make me latch onto her beyond the usual “I enjoy watching/listening to them when they’re on screen”. Again, props to Mel C for her portrayal, she clearly gave her best interpretation and it shows, but after her (admittedly really fun) beef with Judas during Everything’s Alright she sort of just… hangs there until I Don’t Know How To Love Him. Then just goes back to hanging there. Though overall I’d say I’m a bit more interested in her as a character compared to, say, Jesus. It’s a shame that there’s no “strong protective urges” box or something like that like I’ve seen in other bingos, so I went and checked the [holding character in the palm of my hand] one instead.

#ask games

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brxkxnhxxrtsclxb · 10 months

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OKAY !!!!

i saw the boruto leaks this morning and i won’t lie, they actually had me hyped for the time skip. i know weird cuz this manga is ROUGH and i have a love-hate relationship with it because i love naruto and boruto doesn’t really feel like it lives up to it’s legacy

that said, i wanna share my opinions on the designs✨✨

i won’t be posting any images in case others don’t wanna be spoiled and because the official release has not happened

i’m gonna start with the main character

(under the cut in case it gets long)

boruto: overall i think he looks boring. i said it was too simple for being the main character, but that’s not necessarily the issue. what i mean by it is the colors make it plain and simple. he’s the main character and those colors unfortunately do not make him standout. also, i personally think his face is too cluttered. he has the headband on, two whiskers on each side of his face and then the scar. it’s a bit much…

shikadai: ehhh he’s alright i guess. not bad, but nothing impressive

inojin: OH MY GOSH WHAT DID THEY DO TO HIS HAIR ??!! he looks even more like sai !!!! which is fine cuz he’s his father but why would you cut his hair ???!!!! the yamanaka clan are all about the ponytails. their blond tied back hair is what they’re known for and… they just chopped it off…

chocho: okay SHE’s CUTE !! i like her design. out of all the girls, her’s appears to be more ninja-like

himawari: i think she looks adorable ??!! idk she’s just cute to me !! i do dislike how uneven her hair is but ehhh i suppose that’s just uzumakis (karin had the choppy hair). her outfit is okay with me. also looks fine since it provides mobility since they’re ninja. i do think the sunflower design is a bit much… but nothing that can’t be overlooked. her choker… why does she have one ?? feels kind of unnecessary xD overall she’s adorable. i think the long hair suits her and makes her look like a girl since her short hair made her look more like a gremlin than a human child xD

eida & daemon: they’re boring. nothing’s changed NEXT

code: i LOVE code, but his design is nothing we haven’t seen. he wore it in the chapter prior to the hiatus. i will say i’ve always adored the gothic look he has going for him♡

mitsuki: HE’s BEAUTIFUL !!!! i love how he looks but i will say his clothes… in black and white it kinda makes him look like a huge blob >.< but overall he’s pretty pretty !! lowkey wish he’d gotten some eyeliner to make his eyes look more like orochimaru’s and wear his style of earrings as well, but oh well. we can’t have it all :,))

kawaki: OMGGG I LOVE HIM !!!!! his design idk why but i adore it !! the baggy pants and huge jacket just reeks of his fashion sense xD it suits him perfectly :3 i especially love his longer hair. i think he has one of the better designs

sumire: i think she looks CUTE !! i will say her design is so plain and looks basic but overall i think it’s one of the more decent ones regarding the girls. a little short, but that’s ikemoto ://

sarada: sigh… i saved her for last because i am NOT A FAN of her design ._. it just doesn’t look right imo. she looks like she changed in the dark or threw on the first thing she saw for a quick grocery store run. she has some bodysuit as if she were training and then just threw on the jacket and most random shoes to go out. her shoes literally look like 1980s leg warmers… like why ?? not to mention the collar is unnecessary and if her jacket has the uchiha crest on the back, why does she have earrings of the uchiha crest?? it makes her look tacky :// i do like that her hair was kept short and it sports the uchiha spikes ^_^

overall i think the designs are fine… i like them, but at the same time i don’t. this is a manga about ninjas. these designs feel like the narutoverse got thrown in a modern AU. let’s not forget the reason naruto is the way it is, is cuz it was inspired by traditional japanese culture. i understand in boruto they’re getting more modern with the tech, but that doesn’t mean throw away the traditional aspects naruto had. if anything, the clothing made it feel more authentic and true to it being inspired by traditional japanese culture. boruto feels more like a shonen manga trying to be an outdated fashion magazine at the same time. i understand ikemoto is inspired by jojo, but that’s jojo. the fashion is a whole different kind compared to the naruto one. if they want us to see this as naruto’s sequel, these designs don’t help it at all

#boruto manga #boruto two blue vortex #my rambles #my random thoughts

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thedumestflower · 1 year

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Boyfreinds webcomic criticism/rant

TLDR; boyfriends webtoon is lame and mid because its kinda icky and the writing sucks

Okay so yall hae heard about the boyfriends webtoon comic, and imma talk about why i personally dislike it

(DISCLAIMER: I MEAN NO HATE TO THIS WEBCOMIC OF ITS FANS, IF YOU LIKE IT , THAT VALID, IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, THATS ALSO VALID)

okay so the first main reason to why i dont like this webcomic is that, its well... icky,, niot exactly cringe (i mean yeah it is a little bit "cringe" but i think it just aged poorly, with it being made in early 2020) , but just, a little gross to me. Like the whole thing where the character nerd acts innocent but is actually a pervert, also the fact that hes 19 with the others are like, 20 and older, idk man just feels kind gross. also the fact that the charater goth keeps getting s3xualized even though hes asexual, with things like suggestive scenes to an actual fucking nsfw comic with him and nerd with, holy shit dude, the creator has stated hes a huge flirt but dosent like the s3x, but like, bro??????thats kinda gross to me to see a asexual character that keeps getting sexualized, and yeah asexual ppl can have the s3x but , it still rubs me the wrong way.

and the second reason i dont like this is because its fucking boring as sin to me. OK , ok , hear me out, webcomic being simply not my cup of tea isnt the only reason i think its mid, i also think the writing could be alot better, let me explain.

So the comic, the very beginning of the comic , it just starts out , literally with prep saying (im gonna be paraphrasing here for comedy but you get the pitcure) "omg im so over being single i want boyfren" and goth being like " haha, im gonna get boyfren befor you with my epic gamer rizz" and the nerd just fucking trips and falls, right infront of them, goth helps him up and they talk and make plans for shit. Now, notice how we get no fucking introduction? i mean, we get character cards for them but i think if you can do basic writing, and a simple, "oh im prep and im goth and we go 2 collage , and prep is singl and pathetic , but incredibly oblivious to goth crushing on him for like fuckn whatever years hes been doing this shit" ,like bro its that fucking simple, without setting up a basic background , we have no clue who these characters are and why we should care about them, we jut know that goth get bitches and prep doesn't(at the beginning of the series).

I also feel like more time should have been spent on the boys individual relationships BEFORE they become a official couple and not after , and to the comics credit, they kind do, but they fail to make me care because , again, no character introductions except for those character cards, witch don't really do much for the reader expect give us there name, age, and majors, witch also could have been told to us, along with more infromation about the character like, basic backstory and scene with a simple character introduction at the beginning.

Another problem within this problem is the characters themselves, you see, my problem is that they're stereotypes, witch, isn't bad, as long as its done well. But the creator doesn't do anything really interesting with them, no subversions of expectations , hell, its hard to even call them true to their original stereotypes, yeah prep is enough like a prep and sure i guess jock is enough like a jock, but goth isnt really even,, goth like, i mean character design wise, (im not a big fan of the gothy character stereotype where their just , edgey and shit) , i mean , if you go on Pinterest and type in "gothic aesthetic" you'd get somthing alot more like fancy suits and dresses and abandoned churches, not my immortal draco malfoy.(im sorry ill never make that joke ever again) . also the fact the nerd isnt even that much of a nerd, where the epic gamer shit, where the dnd handbooks, where the info dumping about your favorite obscure pieces of media? the most nerd shit that hes into is problem k-pop, or animal crossing, which, honestly to me, isnt really nerdy , . fucking hell, i mean jock isnt even a fucking himbo, like THE DUMB JOCK STERYOTYPE IS RIGHT FUCKING THERE THATS SUCH A MISSED OPPERTUNITY. So for me, either go big or go home

haha so yeah, thats why i dont like this webcomic, and my criticisms, if you agree with me, thats fine, if you dont agree with me and just want your silly brainrot pastel gays, thats also fine, i dont realy care if you like the webcomic or not.

But if you wish the boyfriends webcomic did something more interesting and cool with theyre characters and wish for a more "dramatic" story, with cool character designs and interesting and dynamics and also was made by someone who shouldn't really be making romance media and is not qualified to do this because they are aro ace but is really into shipping culture, well i do have an idea for a remake of it with all the things listed above, i might make a askblog for it teehee,

well thanks for reading and wasting your fuckn time on this earth

#boyfriends webtoon #boyfriends webcomic #boyfriends webtoon slander #boyfriends webtoon criticism #criticism #rant #gay #lgbtq media

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:) exactly calculates make it a little easier so we don't have to go through our entire brains to remember how to solve something. i've heard of that and i bet it sucks and you're right you can definitely push through this!! right?! it's like you don't want to do it but then you do it and it gets kind of easy when you're in the groove of it but it's fact of actually doing it.

yeah she's mostly not going back since she had problems with her college. and yes not everyone has to go through college if it's not something they need or want to do since it is a lot of money for like everything it's kind of insane. it is so tiring just doing simple tasks and thank you i hope so too!! yeah it'll take a bit of time to get used to it and hopefully no running to classes this year! ah i get that and definitely gotta cover all the bases!! grace yes!! you hate it but you're good at it but it sucks and is so boring

exactly it gives you time to let your brain to relax and process all the information you're learning!! it's so hard it feels like there isn't enough time in the day and if you have any pointers in balancing both school and writing i'm all ears

ah that's wonderful to hear hopefully you'll never see that again and i can say we have had no more possum encounters since!! however we now have a pidgon in our backyard that's recovering

i hear you grace i wanna do the same and that is a marvelous plan and if he forgets remind him of what he did while giving him the most evil stare at his stupid face

i hope you figure it all out soon!! college life will get easier after a few months and when you're all settled!! i get it i feels like life is just passing us by so quickly!! happy early birthday or late birthday grace!! and i'm going to say sorry about you're brother your family probably heard that so many time but i will say that you're brother was probably an amazing person and that i hope you're family took as much time they needed to grieve him but i hope you guys are celebrating him and his life. (if that was insensitive i'm so sorry i didn't mean it at all i'm not trying to be insensitive and you can yell at me if you need i'm still trying to learn). yes grace!! those bumps are just little things in the road of life that you will overcome and will help you learn and such to achieve your self. other than that i'm happy college is going well so far!!

Yes! I just have to actually force myself to do something. I mean I don't necessarily enjoy it, but I can do it and that makes me feel better. Technically I have to do an extra 60 minutes of math in the lab, but I just don't want to so I'm chilling instead of doing math.

I think that's good, her not pushing herself with this college. It is awful when you have people who don't want to work with you, especially for something as important as college. Honestly, I am glad I'm doing it, but to reiterate what both you and I said, it is a lot of money. I guess for some people it is worth it. Agreed! I literally show up like 15-20 minutes early to every class so I can get a good spot and so that I don't have to sit in-between people! :) The best way to describe it is school is school is school lol!

Ugh bestie, I wish I had good suggestions! I try to balance it out but what usually happens is I stay up really late to do my own personal writing. Though something I enjoy is doing like 20-30 minutes of work and then doing 20-30 minutes of personal writing! Sometimes it is nice to take a break from both though lol!

I have seen like 3 different skunks!! They have me paranoid now, but its okay. They don't ever see me. Yay on the no possums! Honestly though, I think pigeons are funny!

Sadly I haven't seen those guys again. However yesterday, there was a group of guys in suits, it is interview week so that's probably why. But anyways, most of the group went into the dining hall, not holding the door open for my roommate or I. But the last guy walked around us to get the door and hold it open for us. Its literally just base line gentleman behavior. But he like actually moved around us to hold the door open and not just walked away while pushing the door harder so it would stay open longer (I hope that made sense lol)

Me too lol! Thank you very much, its late now, but my birthday was pretty chill. And thank you, it's also weird because I never know what to say when someone is sorry, but thank you! That wasn't insensitive at all, it was perfect. We haven't done much, it feels like our family is on pause? I know things will start back up again at some point. And I agree, they will help later in life. Thank you!

How are you?

#mackie ♡#sorry for the late reply

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Ah are you melting too? It's so hot here *help*

Your top 5:

lyrics

food

places

vegas quotes

pete quotes

vegaspete scenes

vegas clothes

good?

anyway *blows kisses*

HALEY IT'S BEEN 40 °C ALL WEEK IM AT MY LIMIT 😭 please make sure to drink lots of water and take time to cool down if you have access to some air conditioning!!!

sfjksgdkgs you gave me so many options and i know i should just probably pick one but im bored so imma do them all (it's not like it's already taking me ages to reply to these ;;;;;;). gonna put the interesting ones first and then put the others under a read more!!

VEGASPETE SCENES

already did it here!!!

VEGAS CLOTHES

1. THE WITCHY SHIRT IN EPISODE 9 I WANT TO STEAL IT SO BADLY

2. the white suit in episode 4. i mean im not a slut but who knows. it's also a crime that we didn't get to see him wear it again (i know it would have been impractical to wear it for the final showdown but it would have looked so good splattered with blood)

3. the leather jacket in episode 5. presented without comment 🥵🥵

4. the simple gray outfit in episode 7. i love his fancy shirts but he honestly looks SO GOOD in more casual clothes

5. it was so hard to pick the last one because i love vegas' wardrobe but i guess im going with what i call the slut- I MEAN the snake shirt in episode 11 (because the pattern reminds me of a snake skin?)

VEGAS QUOTES (these are gonna be so disappointing because they're just gonna be lines he says to pete IM SORRY)

1. "i love you, pete." (STILL CANNOT BELIEVE HE ACTUALLY SAID IT. I NEED TO BE SEDATED EVERY TIME I REMEMBER IT.)

2. "From now on, you're no longer my pet. You're the most important person in my life." (NO WORDS JUST 🤧🤧🤧)

3. "If I die today, could it be you who kill me?" (NO WORDS ONCE AGAIN JUST INSANITY)

4. "We make merits together, so next life, we'll get to see each other again." (funny how he initially said that just to mess with pete and now he's actually gonna take pete to make merits together any chance he gets)

5. "No matter how bad I am, if it's for the person I love, I will never hurt their feelings." (okay so he says this to porsche and at that moment i don't believe he meant it, but he definitely means it now with pete. he already hurt pete once, he's never gonna do it again)

PETE QUOTES

1. "When I was little, I used to watch superhero movies with my friends. We fought to be this and that hero... Then I grew up and find out that there's no heroes nor villains in this world." (tells you everything you need to know about pete as a character)

2. "They don't beat us because we suck. They beat us because they, themselves, sucks." (just.. yeah)

3. "I just wanna follow my heart." (PETE FINALLY BEING TRUE TO HIMSELF AND PITTING HIS OWN WANTS AND DESIRES FIRST IS EVERYTHING TO ME)

4. "Would you stop saying that you got nothing left? I'm right here. And don't you turn your back on me. Because... Because I'm hungry." (ONE OF THE MOST ROMANTIC LINES EVER YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND)

5. "Kissing is for people that we like only." (i don't care if it's a little naive, i adore this line)

FOOD

1. pizza. if you had any doubts im italian this is gonna make it pretty obvious..

2. i was thinking about not picking pasta but the heart wants what the heart wants (or, well.. the stomach, in this case). what kind of pasta, you ask? just.. you know. any kind.

3. fried rice. BELOVED SAVIOUR OF PLENTY A MEAL.

4. tiramisu. desserts still count, RIGHT????

5. bread. just like with pasta, all kind of bread is good in my book. just give it to me.

LYRICS (once again, im terrible with these ;;;;)

1. Baby, we'll be fine//All we gotta do is be brave and be kind. - baby we'll be fine, the national

2. Oh, you wouldn't want an angel watching over you//Surprise, surprise, they wouldn't wanna watch//Another un-innocent, elegant fall//Into the un-magnificent lives of adults//Make up something to believe in your heart of hearts//So you have something to wear on your sleeve of sleeves//So you swear, you just saw a feathery woman//Carry a blindfolded man through the trees. - mistaken for stranger, the national

3. Now find a rooftop to sing from//Now find a hallway to dance//You don't need no edge to cling from//Your heart is there, it's in your hands//I know it seems like forever//I know it seems like an age//But one day this will be over//I swear it's not so far away. - various storms and saints, florence + the machine

4. 'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable//And life's like an hourglass glued to the table//No one can find the rewind button, boys//So cradle your head in your hands//And breathe, just breathe. - breathe (2 am), anna nalick

5. And do you look into the mirror to remind yourself you're there?//Or have somebody's goodnight kisses got that covered? - love is a laserquest, arctic monkey

PLACES (i actually haven't traveled a lot in my life so im just.. turning this into a funny thing. sort of ;;;;;)

1. my bed. ngl there's no other place i'd rather be.

2. the north sea. okay this sounds very pretentious, but.. one of my very few and most memorable travels has been to the netherlands back in highschool, and idk why but the sea there left such an impact on me, which is kinda ridiculous since italy has the sea everywhere, but you know. i'd like to go back to it one day, just to see if it still leaves me breathless.

3. parks. so, yeah, i have never traveled much but every time i go to a new city i always take the time to visit at least one of its park.

4. lakes. my region has the three biggest lakes in italy and growing up we never had enough money to go to the beach, so lakes were the closest substitute. still love them.

5. the one ice cream place in my town who still gives you free whipped cream and toppings. the backbone of our economy.

#OKAY IM DONE IM SORRY #[BLOWS KISSES BACK] THANK YOU FOR ASKING HALEY!!!!!! 💜#long post #vegas theerapanyakul #m: ask

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smashedbridges · 2 years

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TEA AND CRACKERS

PRAYER AT ‘ROCK AND ROLL BLUES’

Some of us are dead.

Some of us still breathing.

There is sun in the air

But it stinks of bad Karma

I wanted it to be easier

I thought I found my words

I have lost almost everything

And I carry this wound in my heart.

It’s bleeding out and crying

There is nothing I can do

I’m getting them cold scars

On my feet and hands

Of heavy chains and plenty of insanity

This is it. Here I am.

A question mark underneath

Blue skies and a sun full of teeth.

It’s sun outside and bathing

I’ve been living in a cube for a long time

It’s full of joy

Small and pretty to react

But drowning in the smell of numbness

A chemical disaster

I never seem to overcome

Dear reality,

Have you lost faith?

Or are you trying to play a game?

Are you still breathing?

This is for me

So I know where my feet stand

I have been poisoned

It’s all pointless,

It’s a never ending paradise

All the wounds are in my heart

So much on my heart

And mediocrity

I’d give to her all I have

I’d take her anywhere

I’ll love her until the day I die.

Forgive my words if it’s too much

Forgive me.

JUST US...

I think I fell in love

With a shadow, a whisper in my hair

So delightful like the wind swinging it by.

My skin turns pale with chills

Like honey shredded guitar sounds.

Butterflies move slow

The sun?...Always above Atlantis

Time slows down

I watch them

With half opened lips to guess

Their next restless choice of journey.

I look ahead

Tall grass is spoiling itself in the wind

Passing on the silent vow

Te crown of mystery

It’s spinning above it

Such privilege to wear it.

And then I sit and wonder

How much of a mistery

My own life is

Such privilege to wear it.

I think I fell in love

It was not a ghost

It was just me...

RIDDLE

Man has

One foot stuck in the seeds

One foot clubbing on by animals

A body full of industrial strength.

An arm up in the blue sky

And one falling towards the ground.

A head of constant dualism

A perfect engine with

‘Multiple personality disorder’

APPLY HERE...

It’s said that everything has a reason

A reason for being.

As if the whole life

Is one big Ex-terorist

Full of vacant jobs

So are flowers, animals

The sun, the water, air and fire

The sound that travels

Through the Vrancea

Down skipperul roads.

The smell of fresh food

You lay hungry eyes upon.

Everything gathers and grows

Magnificenței CV’s

Pages full o delight

God must be a busy person

But, no doubt, he’s not too bored.

What about us people?

So highly complex, complicated and willingful.

What reason do we have to be hired

In the world’s biggest, most profitable enterprise?

Some say it’s creativity.

Others say it’s innovation

Might as well be...mathematics.

But we’re forever kind of lost

And thirsty for it work.

It’s just sometimes

When the hammer misses the nail

And falls on a finger...

When excitement grabs a flower by it’s thorns

And bleeds hot red...

That we, people, start to find

A shimmer of meaning...

Shy and surprised...

Never more empty.

It measures it’s height

When it comes to everything

Nature makes him feel small

But he dreams itself big

Because we should be

Living like Giants.

NIHILISM

I wish to write about ‘the ugly’

I wish to write about it all.

Moths, black cats, vampires and butterflies

Women with masks and painted faces

The skeleton man in expensive black suits

I wish to take that person out of myself

I need to let her know:

The beauty in things

Shines through with contrast

Not Annihilation.

The cradle of the light between the oceans

Lies inside the chaos.

Any shortcuts?

WHAT WAS GOING ON WITH ME...

I thought we had more time.

Some measure time in quantity.

Some measure time in quality.

I like to weigh them both.

What I don’t like...

Is being in a hurry

Or blabbing all around.

Especially hate the people

The people eating time instead of food

Like it would all belong to them.

Like they’re immortal.

I’ve been forced to vent it

In ways I never thought possible

I have complicated my life so much

That it finally looked simple.

Sorry for taking your time,

Would be appropriate.

WORDS FROM MYSELF TO MYSELF

I’m giving myself the words

To describe the beauty I see in you.

It’s been mesmerizing me

I have been blind with one eye

Until I saw you

I wanted to embrace your light

I wanted to embrace you.

But time drags itself along

With it’s black wings

And fiery burning eyes.

Behind it stays

On all the black alleys

A perfume of sadness and

The smell of your memory.

Forever alive.

Forever to be...

Thank you for embracing me

When I cannot...

Thank you for carrying my soul

To higher peaks

While the earth stays

There... All quiet...

All the same.

COUNT BESSIE

The never ending industry

The machine keeps turning it’s wheels

It feeds the pigs, the cows, the chickens

It gives them medicine and ticks them back to bed.

It waters all the crops and all the plants

Slivers then to hungry people.

It’s mouths won’t stop shouting

Don’t be in it’s way, be an observer...

And the threat will easy go by

With the confirmation of a tired eye.

It welcomes people at work

In and less high skyscrapers

Where only the wildest dreams are being born

...In secret.

The gain is, turn as many wheels

As you can produce

To this initial construction

Beautifully functional and absolutely restless.

It’s children, warriors, spies and builders

All have gave birth to ‘culture’

Something that doesn’t need wheels to work.

More secrets. Smile.

Most loyal ones, are most privileged

Big cold homes

Tiled floors and walls

‘Simplicity of luxury’

Books on some shelfs...

Colors not to bright

But balconies of freedom.

Crows are singing in the autumn

If they can reach the height...

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tnystrk-exe · 3 years

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Estocolmo

Hannibal x Reader

Masterpost

Warnings: Smut 18+ thigh riding, fingering, oral, daddy kink, plot to make up for my first attempt at writing smut.

Word count: 6.8k

Chapter One

“Fucking hell.” You sighed as you looked at the still tall stack of essays that needed grading. “I’m never getting through this.”

Your stomach grumbled, signaling it was time for a break. Stretching, the quiet was interrupted by the sound of your bone’s protest from sitting in one position for hours. It was nights like these you had regretted your choices. Sure you had known Professor Jacob loved to torture his students with too much work, but when you took the job as his assistant you assumed that he’d shoulder some of the weight. A ridiculous thought now that you’ve experienced working with him. Why should he even think of grading an assignment when he had a perfect little lackey doing it for him? That was a non question. He had been strict about the work not leaving his office, which meant you had accidentally fallen asleep in his office more than often than you would have liked. The pile of work never seemed to diminish.

Walking out the office, you thought briefly of the joy you would feel when you’d never have to see it again. These long corridors would be a thing of the past in just a few, short months. Then you’d probably go to the city and struggle for a while but at least you would be free from here. As much as you prided yourself for getting through the first round of college, the walls of the building gave you more of an annoyed feeling than anything.

Pushing open the door to the teachers lounge, you made a beeline for the fridge. The leftover pizza already seemed like a feast until you noticed it was nowhere to be seen. “Hannibal,” you whined to the empty room as you closed the fridge.

“Yes, darling?”

You startled, immediately turning around to face him, a mischievous smile was plastered on his lips. Usually your missing dinner meant to head over to his office. It wasn’t typical, but the two of you had managed a comfortable friendship between the shared late nights. Though, you suspected he’d stay longer than necessary to accompany you in the empty building. “Would you mind telling me where my dinner went, handsome?” You asked, raising a brow at him.

“Old pizza can hardly be considered dinner. Come,” he motioned to sit next to him at the table, “I’ve got a better meal prepared for you nonetheless.”

“Or maybe you just need to learn to appreciate the simple things,” you quipped as you took your seat.

“And you, the finer.”

You gave him an obvious look over, “I’d say I appreciate you plenty enough.”

Being so forward wasn’t usually in your cards. However Hannibal had always been a gentleman and it had been fun to tease at him a bit. He never complained, often just acknowledging what you said with a raised brow or chuckle. Still there was always some truth in jokes and you’d be lying to say that he was anything less than tempting. Especially in the dark grey suit and dried blood red shirt of his. ‘No’ wouldn’t come to mind if he ever offered.

“Naughty, Miss LN,” he chided you, “What shall we do with you?”

“What do you want to do with me?”

“Eat your dinner,” he said, humor in his voice as he shook his head.

You choked back a comment about him just wanting to see your mouth stuffed, deciding it was too much of a push. Instead you just opened the lunchbox he placed in front of you. Hannibal watched you expectantly as you took a bite of the meat.

Closing your eyes, you savored the bite. It had been a while since you had something home cooked. “Han... I’m going to miss you most. I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you. Delicious, as always.”

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine.” He went back to work on his own stack of papers as you ate. “Though, I’m not sure I’m ready to allow you to live off street food once we part.”

“Guess we’re gonna have to find me another man that insists on throwing away my perfectly good food to serve me home cooked meals.”

Hannibal left some remarks on a paper before pushing it to the side. “You could always come learn a few things. Maybe I’ll rest better knowing you know how to make yourself a couple of decent meals. Any guesses for the meat?”

It was a strange guessing game, but you indulged him, he was just eccentric. “Oh, definitely human,” you teased, making sure to pick up some spinach and artichoke in the next bite, “Probably had a boring name like David.”

“Close. It was Richard,” he corrected.

“Beef, it was the Rolex of all farm animals hand picked by you and I’m very grateful you shared some with me,” you smiled at him, “So how are things going with Baltimore?”

“I’ve found a beautiful home. The office, however, seems to be harder to find.”

“I’m sure you’ll find the perfect one.” Your phone started ringing. Grabbing it from your pocket, you looked at the screen. Mom. “They’re making this unnecessarily difficult,” you sighed to yourself.

Hannibal looked at you with peaked interest as you shut off your phone and pushed it away. “Is something troubling you?”

“My parents aren’t taking too kindly to the no contact rule. It’s the tenth call today.”

“You’ve cut them off?”

“I thought about what you had said,” you shrugged, “I’m tired of always having to get them out of troubles and be their ATM when I don’t have enough for myself. It’s just too much on me right now. Between school assignments, Jacob’s work pile, and my other part time, it’s all just suffocating. They keep trying to use my grandfather’s death as a leverage to make me feel bad about not talking to them now, but they just want some money. I don’t want to feel guilty about this but I can’t help it.”

“Don’t,” he placed his hand over yours, “You deserve to feel taken care of and appreciated. They aren’t providing you with that now. Especially now when they use the death of the person who raised you as leverage,” he shook his head, making a disgusted sound, “It’s for your own well-being that you take some time to breathe and be young. They provide too much stress…” Hannibal fell silent. “I’ve suggested this before but i-“

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze before pulling away. “I’m not taking your money. We’re friends. Money complicates things. Muddies the waters.”

“Friends help each other,” he reminded you, “I’ve already told you I wouldn’t want any payment.”

“But I’d still feel like I owe you.” You shook your head, “It wouldn’t feel right to me. I’m fine. I promise. Though, if you’re so willing to help me with something, I wouldn’t say no to those cooking lessons. They could be fun.”

He spared you a smile, “It would be my pleasure to teach you what I know.”

“And I’d never deny your pleasure,” your mouth spoke before you could think about it, “Sorry.”

“I don’t deny myself pleasure either,” he said, amused. “You’re fine. Now, how about we meet on Sunday? I’ll have time to figure out a full meal and gather all of the ingredients.”

“Great!” You ignored the heat that still lingered on your face, “I- um, do you need me to bring anything?”

“Nothing at all, I’ll make sure to take care of everything. All you need to do, sweet girl, is bring yourself and an appetite.”

You stifled a pleased smile at the term of affection. “I’ll make sure to do that,” sparing a glance to the clock, you frowned, “I should probably get back to work on those essays.”

“Why don’t we work on them together?” He suggested. “My colleague is notorious for drowning you in his work. I can help you sort through it all and you can have a restful Saturday without Micheal’s added stress.”

“I really can’t ask that of you. You already have enough work as it is.”

“We’ll work together. First your work, then mine. What happened to never denying my pleasure?”

Your eyes widened, but you laughed all the same. Maybe a while more in his company wouldn’t be so bad. “Fine. Hold me to my words, but it’s only going to cause you a headache. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. These new kids are… something else.”

“They’re nothing,” he stood, grabbing his papers in one hand, “Meet me in my office. We can be more comfortable there and I may have stowed away a bottle of wine.”

“What would I do without you Doctor Lecter?”

“You have arrived at your destination,” the robotic voice informed you as you parked.

You took in the mansion of a home. It was too big for someone that lived alone. The thought made you shiver. Homes should be filled with life, not empty space. Then again, he was a fan of dinner parties, extravagant ones at that, so you supposed there was life in those walls on occasion. The home itself reminded you of the houses in old movies. Ones where the lightning would strike at just the right moment as a warning to stay away. But this was real life and there was no lightning, just a sun setting on a near perfect day.

Without a warning telling you to keep away, you grabbed the gift bag and stepped out of your car. He had said to bring nothing, but you couldn’t resist a simple gift. The ties in the bag had taken out a decent chunk from your pocket, but he deserved them. Between agreeing to give you cooking lessons and helping you out with grading every so often, the simple pieces of fabric meant nothing. Besides, it was a two way gift, he’d get more of the patterned ties he was fond of and you’d get to see him in the darker colors you liked on him, knowing he’d feel compelled to wear them to show you his gratitude.

Knocking on the door, you waited a couple of minutes before he emerged. “YN, just in time. Please, come in,” he stepped to the side, “I’ve looked forward to this all day.”

You smiled and stepped past him. “I have too. Entertained myself a bit today by finding you a gift.”

“Darling, you shouldn’t have.”

Nervousness bit at you slightly, a bit self conscious they’d be too cheap for his taste. Too late to back out of it, you handed over the bag. “You’ve always been so kind and I really appreciate everything. Let me do something for you.”

He set the bag on the nearby table, laying out the ties to get a better look at them. “They’re all lovely,” he ran a finger across the fabric of a maroon one, “Fond of me in darker colors, YN?”

“What can I say?” You shrugged, “We catch ourselves spending a lot of time together. Why not make you a decent piece of eye candy?”

“Inappropriate,” he chided you, before signaling you to follow after him.

“You just wear them so well, Doctor Lecter.”

Shrugging off his navy suit coat, he draped it over a chair, making quick work of rolling up his sleeves. “Ready to get your hands dirty, my little sous-chef?”

“What are we making?” You asked, looking at his kitchen wide eyed. It was definitely bigger than your measly studio apartment.

“Frisee aux lardons, duck with a pomegranate-citrus glaze. I took the liberty of preparing a blood orange sorbet for dessert.”

“I have a proposal.”

“Yes?”

“We don’t do any of that and just have dessert for dinner.”

“No,” he gave you an amused glance, “There’s more pleasure in waiting for things. Why don’t you start washing up the vegetables and I’ll start preparing the duck?”

You stuck your tongue out at his back but set to your work. “This is what I get for befriending a charming old guy.”

“Keep going the way you are and our next meal together will be langue d’Agneau en papillote.”

“That can’t be a threat if I don’t know what that means,” you quipped, setting aside an endive.

“It means, darling,” he pointed his knife at you, “The fondness I feel for you is an inconvenience. Nonetheless, it’s welcomed.”

You smiled at him brightly, as you brought the washed vegetables over to him. “I’m fond of you too, but you gotta stop flirting and teach me how we’re gonna cook Daffy here.”

He motioned for you to grab a cutting board and a knife of your own. The two of you worked in quiet harmony, occasionally he’d tell you exactly why he was doing something a certain way or just give you simple instructions and let you have a hands on feel of exactly how to prepare something. It was nice to see him in his element. Hannibal seemed much more content in his kitchen than any where you had seen him at the college. Eventually he set his work to the side and washed his hands.

“You’re cutting them too thick. Thinner is better for this dish.” He stepped behind you, “Do you mind?”

“Go ahead.” You attempted to move to the side, but Hannibal had already caged you in between himself and the counter. His cologne was different from the one you were accustomed to him wearing, but the subtle spice of it gave a more homey feeling to him.

Hannibal grabbed your hand that had yet to let go of the knife. He made sure to show you how to cut them the right thickness. “See? A little thing can unbalance everything.”

“Hm,” you hummed, catching yourself relaxed against the man, his frame strong against yours, “I don’t see much of a difference. Pretty sure this is just your variation of a putter.”

“You assume I have hidden motives,” He acknowledged, looking down at you, “And if there were any?”

Taking the bait, you pressed a kiss to the side of his jaw. “I wouldn’t be too upset.”

His head dipped into your shoulder, taking in a breath. “What happened to not wanting to bring on complications in our friendship?”

“We only have weeks left with each other,” you shrugged, “There wouldn’t be any complications. Not really.”

“We really should get back to making our dinner, darling,” he sighed, almost seeming reluctant to pull away, “What else did you did you do today?””

It took you a second to respond, still shaking off the embarrassment. You weren’t sure what had compelled you to do that. When you looked up at him you grimaced. Grabbing a napkin, you carefully wiped away the lingering lipstick. “The ties were the more interesting part of the day, I didn’t plan anything eventful. Honestly most of my day was taken with trying to recall the shop you mentioned that carried the ones you liked.”

He hummed in appreciation, “You also managed to pick out two I have had my eye on. I’ve got new suits coming in soon that will pair perfectly.”

You beamed at that, happy he did actually like what you had chosen. “Lucky guess. It was difficult remembering the ones I had seen you wear.”

Hannibal made to grab some ingredients and set them on the counter near the stove. “Have your parents tried calling you this weekend?”

You sighed, sure you didn’t have to tell him the truth but you wanted to, he had a compelling thing to him that made it easy to just speak. “I sent them money for rent. Which was honestly the dumbest thing I’ve done in a while.”

“It wasn’t idiotic,” he stated, setting to work on making the pomegranate sauce as you watched, “They’re you’re parents. It’s only natural you worry about them. Though, I do worry they’ll think of you as a person that doesn’t stick to her word.”

“I know, I really meant to, but the thought of them out on the street. It’s not my responsibility, but I’m just so used to being their adult.”

“It’s difficult to detransition. You worry for them as they should worry for you.” He checked over a pan he had been heating, “That’s perfect. If you could please..” Grabbing the plate with the duck you set them on the pan. “With duck it’s important to render off the fat. A low heat is necessary.”

You nodded, “Low and slow, got it... You know, I’m not sure they worry about me at all. I mean- I know they don’t. It should hurt, but it’s just a fact of life.”

“They didn’t give you an opportunity to be a child. When you were supposed to be in the most carefree moments of your life, they burdened you with the responsibilities of an adult.” He held out a spoon with some of the pomegranate sauce for you to taste. “Any pain the notion inflicted on you has been killed with time.”

“There are still moments though. Suppose that’s common enough, isn’t it Doc?” You leaned in, allowing him to feed you, “That tastes amazing. I really should have paid attention.��

“It’s simple, I’ll write it out for you later.” Casting the sauce aside, he set a pot of water to boil. “Very common. We aren’t too dissimilar when it comes to how quickly we had to grow up. Very different reasons, but the fall out isn’t much different. Our paths left us in places where we’re very much alone.”

“What happened?” You asked, realizing that he had known a great deal of your family and you had known nothing more past how his day had gone or his preference of coffee. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I don’t.” Hannibal went to fill two glasses with wine. “I was very young when my parents died. My father had implemented in me that, if anything were to happen, I was to take care of my mother and sister. Which meant I had grown fiercely protective of Mischa when the time came. Soon I was acting more as her father than a brother.”

“Where’s Mischa now?” You asked, knowing at the very least she had to be in her late twenties.

His lips set into a frown, he took a quick drink. “Lost her sometime after. There was a lapse of judgement on my part and she suffered because of it. My days have often been shrouded by the thought that I could have done better by her. The ways I failed burdens me significantly.”

You rubbed his arm sympathetically. “I couldn’t even begin to imagine that pain.”

“It’s something I never wish to experience again. Losing someone you love so dearly, it changes a person.”

“I’m sure you tried your best. You’re a good man. I’m sorry you had to go through all of that when you were so young.”

“You think too highly of me,” he patted your hand on his arm, “Far better than I deserve. Still if my childhood had taught me anything, it’s to value those I hold dear. Such as yourself.”

“I’m glad we found each other. Even if it is for a short while.” You watched as he stepped back into the rhythm of cooking. Maybe you weren’t any help to him but watching him work was comforting.

He raised a brow, “Just because the amount of time we physically see each other will diminish, doesn’t mean we need to completely break apart. I’d like to have you at my dinner table later in life.”

“I’d like it if we kept in touch,” you replied, looking at a small box on the counter. The small black beads glimmered in the light, calling at you to take a peek. A neat row of recipe cards in his impeccable penmanship, numbered as high as 120 but there could have been more. “That’s sweet,” you mused, looking at the back of a card, noticing a couple had business cards on them, “You keep track of your friends’ favorites like this?”

“Friends, acquaintances, business partners. It’s difficult remembering everyone’s preferences. When I have dinner parties I like to make sure there’s a bit of something for everyone.”

“Hm, well I’m sorry I don’t have a card for you to have.”

When everything was said and done, you helped Hannibal set up the plates to have dinner. The conversation became light as you laughed along to the better memories of Mischa. From his smile it was easy to see he adored the usually shy girl. You never pressed on to find out how she died, simply choosing to bask in his soft smiles and laughter instead of entertaining curiosity. It was easy to see he rarely talked about her and you were grateful that he found that much comfort in you.

Some time later he was sitting at his harpsichord, playing a self composed melody as you browsed his shelves. There was an almost familiar calm in the air, like this was a usual happening and it would simply just happen again. A naturally reoccurring moment. You found comfort in his presence too.

You looked up from the shelves when you heard his sigh. “I can’t seem to master this melody,” he stated, “The ending never sounds right.” The annoyed demeanor contradicted his lax look. At least lax for him. His vest and suit jacket had been discarded a while ago leaving him with a popped button, loosened tie, and rolled up sleeves. “I may just leave this one in the air.”

“Sounds perfect to me,” you said, walking over to him, “Though we can be our own worst critics. I know I’m mine.”

“It sounds… forced. Almost as if it’s reluctant to work with me.”

“Forced things just need time.” You placed your hand on his shoulders, digging in your thumbs to relieve the tension you felt. A soft groan as he let his head lull back to rest against your stomach. “Time is all you need sometimes. I thought you would have learned that already, old man.”

He opened his eyes, raising a brow at you. “Always with that mouth.”

You smiled down on him fondly, something- probably the wine in your system -thought about pressing a kiss to his forehead right then. “What can I say? It has a mind of its own.”

“I do prefer when it’s otherwise occupied,” he stated, closing his eyes again.

Your fingers dug a little deeper at that, caught off guard. “And yet.”

Hannibal played a couple soft notes, seemingly testing the waters for his next attempt at getting it to sound right. “And yet.” The first melody seemed almost innocent, but was followed by a second seemingly stalking after it. “Would you mind putting on a record? It seemed I’ve grown bored with music of my own.”

“Sure thing, Han.” Giving his shoulders one final squeeze you pulled away from him. At the record table you browsed through his selection. Hannibal was still composing as you decided to go with a record that looked more worn than the others, figuring something well loved would help him out of his frustrated state. Setting it on the platter, you gave it a brief once over with the anti static brush, knowing he’d probably be attentive to that type of thing, and dropped the needle. The music filled the air as you took in the melody. “Very you.”

He let out a soft chuckle, abandoning the harpsichord, in favor walking over to you. “Very me, indeed.” Hannibal took the record sleeve out of your hand, setting it down on the table. The music’s build up reached. “Would you give me the honor?” His hand was stretched out toward you.

You gave him a sheepish smile, “Afraid I’m going to have to disappoint. I’m not much of a dancer.”

“I’ve been told I’m a wonderful teacher,” he pressed, a charming smile on his lips, “We all start somewhere. Let me be yours.”

A soft laugh bubbled from you as you took in his look of boyish excitement. “You’re not allowed to complain when I step on your toes.” You placed your hand in his.

He gave a gentle squeeze to your hand. “If you’re too terrible, I’ll show you the way I taught Mischa. You can stand on my toes as I try to help you commit the movements into muscle memory.”

“Handsome and a comedian.”

“I try my best.” Hannibal gave you a gentle spin as he pulled you closer. A kiss was pressed to your hand before he placed it on his shoulder. “Now, just follow after me,” he instructed, placing his hand on your hip.

The moment could have made you fall for the man as you danced with him throughout the room. Toothy smiles and teasing winks were sent your way the couple of times you stepped on his toe. Soon enough, you figured out the pace and learned how to follow through with his unspoken plans. Still, ever the novice, you managed to place your foot in a way that sent you both stumbling to the floor.

Hannibal held you close to his chest, ensuring you didn’t get hurt in the fall. “Oh my sweet girl,” he laughed, “we are going to need more practice.”

You hid your face against his neck, ignoring the fact that he could feel how hot your face was getting. “You want more of that?”

“You were doing perfect, YN,” he stroked your hair sympathetically, “One misstep isn’t something to be embarrassed about.”

Taking a deep breath, you shifted off of the older man, opting to sit beside him on the floor. Hannibal followed suit, leaning back on his elbows. “I really am going to miss seeing you regularly,” you admitted, reaching out your hand to push back the hair that had fallen in front of his eyes.

“We spend much of our time together,” he acknowledged as he looked at you curiously. “In the kitchen-“

Your eyes widened slightly, “We don’t need to talk about that i-it’s fine. No hard feelings.”

“Romantically or physically?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Do you see me as a romantic or physical conquest?”

“I, um,” you opted to look at your fumbling hands, “I’m honestly not sure about romance… especially considering… everything and my experience when it comes to romance. Never really thought past- I’m talking too much.”

Hannibal’s hand tilted your chin up, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Oh? What happened to the confident girl in the kitchen? Don’t go shy on me now.”

“I was high on your cologne, you can hardly blame me,” you rambled, “It pairs with mine nicely I think.”

His thumb stroked absentmindedly at your jaw. “Such a sweet little thing you are… Now, tell me, YN, what couldn’t you think past?”

“You,” you offered lamely, “Mostly nights when I needed to relax. You’d cross my mind. I’d wonder how you felt. How’d you do things. Maybe you’d like to leave bruises only you’d ever know about…”

“There’s something special in knowing what others don’t,” Hannibal acknowledged, “I do enjoy my lovers wearing my marks, hidden from others view and only acknowledged by myself. As it should be, I’m certain you agree.”

You swallowed thickly at the implication of being marked as his solely. The idea of having normal conversations with him at the college with evidence of him knowing you well burned against your skin. Maybe you’d see if you could convince him into one particular fantasy Friday night had conjured.

He rested his thumb against your bottom lip, bringing you back to him. “I’ve had thoughts of my own… I wonder… Have you ever wrapped a hand around your own neck?” Hannibal smirked at the way your lips parted in surprise as he felt the heat rise to your face, caught in a way you hadn’t expected. “Sweet girl, were you desperate for me?”

You went to lick your bottom lip out of habit, instead finding the pad of his thumb. “Yes, sir.”

“Darling,” he sighed out softly, almost disappointed, “we could have sorted you out this entire time, if you’d only ask politely. There would have been no need for you to imagine, creative as you might have been. You always put everyone’s needs before yours, but where does that leave you?” Hannibal his thumb pressed against your lips lightly, humming in satisfaction when you let him in, already so compliant. “All you have to do is ask. What would you have me do tonight?” A soft pop sounded in the room as he pulled his thumb back, smearing your spit onto your lips and chin.

“Just tonight?” The words rolled out of your mouth thoughtlessly.

A soft laugh. “Maybe more, if you behave.”

Hannibal threaded his hand into your hair, pulling your head back slightly. Leaning closer he took a deep breath, taking you in, before leaving a simple kiss against your neck. His warm breath fanned across your face as he kept you in anticipation. Finally he graced you with a feather light kiss, so quick you weren’t sure you even noticed. You didn’t have time to feel ashamed of the whine that had escaped when he started to move away. Following after him, you caught him in an urgent kiss, threading your own hands in his hair to make sure he’d stay close. Hannibal bit at your bottom lip, his tongue sliding in the second you gasped. You ignored the sting and slight coppery taste.

Sure you had had your fair share of ventures. It was only natural to crave the attention for the night or a couple hours. However, Hannibal didn’t feel like any of your past partners. His kiss was unrelenting and passionate. Quickly he learned exactly how to kiss you to ensure you’d moan into his mouth. You weren’t sure how long had been spent like this. Lips on lips. Someone’s wandering hand trailing down the other’s body. The growing need. Every movement slowly became bolder. Hannibal took the time to pull you onto his thigh, closing the distance between you even more. He kissed along your neck until he found a spot that made you buck against him.

“Please,” you sighed out, not really knowing exactly what you wanted, but having faith that he’d give you just what you needed.

Hannibal leaned his forehead against yours, “Are you sure about this, darling?”

It wasn’t time for contemplation though, everything was already set into motion. He had just asked out of politeness. His hands moved to your hips, he dragged you against himself in a way that clouded your mind. “You’re very convincing,” you said with a shuddered breath. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you matched his rhythm. At the moment everything in the world was him and you couldn’t find it in you to mind.

“You came to me,” he pointed out. His hand tugged at your shirt and you allowed him to pull it off. Fingers raised goose bumps along your skin as he followed the fabric of your bra to unclasp the material.

“Could you blame me?” You kissed the side of his jaw for the second time this night. The lipstick mark left behind wasn’t as embarrassing when you were half undressed on his lap. A blush blossomed in your chest as you watched his darken eyes take you in.

Hannibal kissed along your chest. His hand made its way into your pants, drawing slow circles on your clit. Your soft moan and jut of your hips urged him for more. Before you could ask, he thrusted two fingers inside of you, the pace changing every so often as he took in your reactions. You leaned your head against his shoulder as you grinded against his hand. Soft whimpers were muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

“Come on sweet girl,” he used his free hand to pull you off of his shoulder by the hair, “you shouldn’t be hiding. Look at me when I’m touching you. Don’t you want to be my good toy?”

You nodded meekly, unable to make a smart comment when you saw a smirk settle on his lips as a too loud moan took its place.

“That’s it, no one can hear you,” he teased as he worked at the spot harder, his thumb rubbed at your clit. “You seem very close, what if I…”

As he went to move his hand, you grabbed his wrist to stop him. “No, no, no. Please, I’ll be good for you.”

He chuckled, but didn’t say a word as he brought his pace back up. Instead he chose to revel in your soft sounds and the way you had to focus to keep your eyes on him. Finally, he decided keeping you on the edge was enough and allowed you to cum on his fingers.

“Clean up your mess,” he said as he thrusted his cum coated fingers into your mouth, “There you go, good girl.”

You watched him as you sucked his fingers clean. Bringing a hand down you palmed cock through his pants, fully intending on returning the favor. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“I’m afraid that status isn’t going to change anytime soon.” Hannibal kissed your pouted lip. “Don’t worry, I fully intend on taking care of you. Come, let’s make you more comfortable.”

As he stood, Hannibal offered you his hand to help you up. You followed him through the home to his bedroom, a place you didn’t think you’d end up but were more than pleased to see. Still you weren’t exactly taking in the sights when you were pulled into a rougher kiss as he led you toward his bed. A not too gentle push to your chest landed you on top of it. Leaning back on your elbows, you watched as Hannibal took his time undressing you fully.

“You don’t play fair,” you complained, shifting yourself higher on the bed, away from him, “I like a pretty view too you know.”

He smiled, looking down at you fondly, “Very well, but only as a reward for earlier. I know you struggled.”

You smiled at that, shaking your head, “Come here won’t you?”

There wasn’t any time wasted when he settled on top of you, you didn’t have his patience. Your hands worked on his tie and buttons as his lips and teeth trailed across your chest. A subtle grind against your pussy had your thighs squeeze his waist. Pushing his shirt off, you felt down his chest, still surprised by how muscular he seemed to be underneath it all. You wondered if he’d stop you as you reached for his belt.

“That’s enough. I don’t think you’ve earned it just yet.”

An annoyed huff was all you could manage.

“All in its time, darling.” A surprisingly gentle kiss was dropped on your cheek. “Can you manage waiting a while longer for me?”

You resisted the urge to nuzzle against him, unused to such soft displays from past partners. “Yes, sir...”

“Always such a sweet, polite thing.”

Hannibal kissed and bit his way down your body, ensuring there would be evidence of him the next time you saw yourself in the mirror. He allowed you to thread your fingers in his hair, giving him a soft push down when he took too long marking you in one spot. It wasn’t much longer until Hannibal was level with your thighs, he pushed them further apart. A moment passed without anything before you remembered his rule. Willing yourself up you looked down at him, catching a wink before you were rewarded with a broad lick. Hannibal sucked your clit, pressing your hips down when you grinded against him.

A helpless noise was the most you could do.

He bit your thigh, his fingers immediately making their way back inside of you, targeting the spot he had quickly learned turned you to putty.

“You really are beautiful like this,” Hannibal acknowledged, “Completely at my mercy. Desperate for anything I’m willing to give you.”

There wasn’t any time to think up something to say as Hannibal’s mouth replaced his fingers, silencing any words that weren’t his breathy attempts of his name and pleas. Teeth grazed against your clit and a soft moan of his own was enough to pull you closer.

“Please, daddy,” you begged, too far gone to be embarrassed by your slip, “I’m close…”

Hannibal was merciful, helping you finish as quickly as you had asked. Maybe at another time he would have teased and made you hold on longer but there was only so much patience he had. Especially when there was such an eager lover begging him. You watched him, dazed, as he came back up, his hand gripping at your jaw.

“Open.”

Doing as he wanted, you opened your mouth, instantly receiving a mix of the still lingering wine he had drank at dinner and you. He watched as you swallowed.

He let out an almost dreamy sigh. “So pliant.”

Hannibal kissed you, finally allowing you to get your way as you pushed off the last clothes. You pumped him in your hand, working up the courage as you shook off the daze he had left you in. He was definitely the most talented partner you had had.

“We don’t have to go any further,” Hannibal reassured you, kissing the side of your mouth, “I’m perfectly sedated watching you.”

You shook your head immediately, not wanting him to think you were hesitant. “I want to, college guys aren’t so giving, just needed some time to clear my head.” As if to prove your point you gave him a squeeze, that made him thrust into your hand on instinct. “I just feel bad you’re doing all the work.”

“I prefer it,” he groaned quietly, as you thumbed at the slit. Hannibal rolled so that you could be on top of him, “But if you insist…”

A soft laugh. “That was hardly the fight I was expecting,” you muttered teasingly, kissing his jaw.

“My patience is running thin.”

At that you straddled him, your hand lining him up with you. His hands held you steady as you sunk onto him. The both of you moaned softly when he was fully inside. Hannibal slowly grinded you against himself as you adjusted to his size. Hands against his chest, you started riding him in earnest.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised you, his fingernails digging harder into your hips.

“Yours,” you whimpered, too enthralled in the feel of him to pay any attention to the weight of what you were saying. His groans underneath you encouraged you more than anything. “All yours.”

Hannibal sat up, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you firm against him. His soft kiss was a contrast to how roughly he was working himself into you. You couldn’t find it in you to care that he had taken control again. Instead you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him do as he pleased, just enjoying the way his hands and lips would travel across your body. Teasing, pinching, biting everywhere he could reach. Your chest alone would be covered in marks left behind by Hannibal. That would be a problem for the future you to deal with at the moment you were too preoccupied with begging him for more. He’d slow his thrust whenever he felt you close to the end, chuckling lowly at the whining sounds you had made.

“Give daddy one more sweet girl. I know you can.”

You moaned loudly, giving Hannibal exactly what he wanted. When he wanted. Drained, you fell limp against his shoulder. Every small sound you made broadcast directly to him as he used you for all your worth. His arms tightened around you when you tried to pull away from the over stimulation.

“Daddy’s close,” he promised, his accent thicker than usual, “I’ve taken such good care of my girl. Be good for me.”

Nodding, you dug your nails into his shoulders. You could be good. He had been so good to you after all. Still your vision blurred and it had taken a while longer for him to finally go still inside of you.

Hannibal kissed the side of your head, before pulling you to lay down against him. His thumb wiped away the stray tear that had managed to fall. “You did so well for me. Are you alright? Do you need anything?”

You sighed sleepily, curling into his side more comfortably, “I’m alright. Just want you.”

“We’ll take care of you later,” he promised, seeing how tired you were, “You should rest, darling. I’ll be right here.” His hand rested on your hip, thumbing at forming bruise gently. Between the soft touch and his quiet humming, it didn’t take long for you to find sleep.

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lath-ara-ara · 3 years

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Mga ka-tropa {Childe,Tohma + Scaramouche}

Synopsis: What your everyday life looks like with your Barkada (Squad)

- Head canon, Fluff, School AU, Based off of my experience I guess lol (I don't have many friends I just watch my classmates--), Mentions of NSFW jokes

- Filipino Reader, Taglish swearing dialogues

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- They're the worst, but also the best and ya'll just vibe

Childe

- The rich kid who insists on paying for the food you buy

- Every time in class, he'd tap on your shoulder from where he sat and act like he's paying attention to the teacher whenever you turn to glare at him. Gives subtle side glances and finds your pissed expression hilarious

- The type to place cold drinks against your cheek out of nowhere

"Yah!!? Gago, Ajax-- can you fucking stop!?" You hissed, earning a chuckle from the lad

"It's not that cold, ha-ha"

- You ignored him for the rest of the class which caused him to buy you one of your favorite snacks as he pleads for you to stop giving him the cold shoulder. He's still gonna do it again, but he won't mind buying more food for you (Win-win I suppose)

- His grades are fairly average, but still insists you tutor him. He'll drag Thoma in one of your study sessions to make you accept his request.

- You have a soft spot for Tohma and he takes advantage of it

- He calls you "Ate" as a joke, but it eventually became a natural thing for the both of you

"Ate, when's the deadline for the assignment that Ma'am gave us again?"

- Whether you're older than him or not, he has taken a liking to the Honorific

- You once fell asleep in class and was the only person inside the room, when he arrived, he immediately snapped a few pics of your drooling face before blasting "Never gonna give you up" from the Bluetooth speaker he owns

"D-did you just.. Fucking 'Rick roll' me awake..?"

"Yeah. Pretty hilarious in my opinion,"

- He has Tiktok and forces you all to join his shenanigans

- If he can't annoy you, then he'll annoy Scaramouche. You don't know how, but he got him to be accidentally sent to the elementary department's floor, which made a teacher think he's a 4th grade student.

- He got a lotta bumps in the head from the angry gremlin later on

Tohma

- The goodie two shoes friend and also the teacher's errand boy (next to Aether/Lumine)

- I feel like he has a collection of different bandana's/Headband's with all kinds of designs. He once got you a bear themed headband for your birthday

- Often gets in trouble with Childe (and the rest of you gets into trouble as well) so you all get to clean the classroom

- Kind of the mom friend but not really. Maybe it's the fact that he often notices small things about you and the others. Like the fact that he knows about your obsession with sweet/salty foods, The fact that he knows about Childe's soft spot for whales and that Scaramouche always puts aesthetic shades of eye shadow. He has fun with you all and always points out your small habits that he finds adorable.

- All his pencils are chewed and chucked, and you once thought a dog did that. He often bites into them when he's bored or just in a random trance, you had to stop him before he could finish the whole thing.

"Tohma snap out of it! You're gonna scarf the whole thing at this point!!"

"h-huh..!?" The moment he noticed the bite marks all over the wooden object he only laughed it off. Later on he didn't notice he was chewing it again, which caused it to snap. You let him borrow yours and he made sure not to bite into them this time.

- Though.. you later on find a few nibbles on the top part of the pen, making you sigh

-You bought him a set of Chewable pencil toppers and he was ecstatic to say the least.

- Whenever you guys go to the gym for P.E he always gets hit in the head with the ball, he doesn't know why. The next day he brought a helmet to school and that made Childe go into a fit of laughter

- When he got hit by a ball sometime in P.E, he actually got badly injured, so you both went into the infirmary to treat his injured forehead.

"Punyeta. Why can't those 4th grader brats just stay on their side of the Gym? this shit always happens to you" You scowled as you tend to his wound

"Ha-ha.. even if they were on their side, I doubt the ball won't hit me" He sighs with a sheepish smile

- Has Tiktok as well, but the reason is to like most of Childe's Videos (very supportive friend lol)

- The escort of your class (And Ayaka was the class muse)

- He often get's into those Class Pageant contests (and the UN themed ones as well). He has a wardrobe filled with all the costumes he used lol

"Hold still Tohma! That get up looks great beside the vending machine," Childe cackles as he takes pictures of the blonde

"LMAO-- He's literally in a sparkling suit- HA HAHA" you mirrored his actions, taking out your phone. He plays along, posing with each snap of the camera's, while Scaramouche just deadpans at you three's antics.

Scaramouche

- The Sassy Honor student

- He's cold and snappy to everyone, including you. But don't worry, he warmed up eventually, though he still acts a teensy bit cold towards you.

- You guys were seat buddies while he and Childe were on the same club

- He trusts you to do his eyeshadow so you often both do each other's makeup (It's not allowed in campus so you both have glasses to slightly hide your eye makeup, matching glasses of course.

- He has a small taser keychain in his school ID and bag, and once threatened Ajax with it (He kept calling him short)

- Whenever your group goes out to eat you both get Drinks (Boba) together while Childe and Tohma goes ahead and buy Fish balls (lol)

- He once got a bad grade for the first time and he kept brushing it off whenever people ask about it, but you know that's not how he actually feels

"Hey Scara.. You sure you're ok? " You asked, when the both of you were alone in the classroom.

That's all it took for him to sigh and lean against your shoulder, mumbling a small "No"

It shocked you, but proceeded to place your hand on top of his crown to comfort him, after a few seconds of the both of you sitting in comfortable silence, he speaks up again

"Not a word about this. Or else I'll tase you."

"Sheesh, sunget naman" You giggled

- He sometimes uses you as an arm stand, it doesn't matter if you're taller or shorter, He'll stand on top of a chair just to lay his elbow on your head and he smirks down at you whenever you tell him to get it off, you couldn't convince him to, so you just accepted your fate.

- You were both often the sarcastic duo of your group and would always retort mean insults to the ginger (As a joke though, you three insult each other as friend of course.)

- Intellectual insults, brought to you by our favorite sassy boi

What the squad is like

- Ajax and Scaramouche are your classic Volleyball players and LMAO- they're basically Kageyama and Hinata in reverse

"The fuck kinda serve was that?" The red head teases

"Shut up you orange tree"

"Well, at least no one ever assumes I'm a 4th grader~"

"THE FUCK YOU SAY YOU IMBECILE!?" He snaps, hitting the ball with a strong slap when it reached over the net. And because he was out of focus, that ball ended up landing into Tohma who was cheering in the sidelines with you

"T-Tohma!!!" you shrieked as his soul starts to leave his body

- Whenever Scaramouche is very fired up in a game,you and Tohma would cheer and chant at him with these specific words;

"Scaramouche! Scaramouche! Will you do the Fandango!? ~"

- He tells you to stop cause it's embarrassing, but you don't and he honestly secretly enjoys it

- Your squad would sometimes ask Tohma to buy some snacks in the cafeteria (With Childe paying lol) and at this point he's carrying a reusable bag as if he were going to the market

"Eh? Tohma, why do you have that bag with you?" A student asks "Are you going to the market?.. But School's still going.."

"Oh, this? Ha-ha nah! I'm just going to the cafeteria"

- The Cafeteria staff kinda got used to the same orders he'd often list out so they just dump them in the bag and Tohma gives them the cash with a simple thank you as if it was a routine (Hm, maybe it already is)

- When all of you would hang out, out of school you'd go to the arcade and it takes Childe a whole minute or two in the Claw machine. You almost got banned because kept cursing so loudly (there were little kids around)

- You and Scaramouche would play shooting games and holy shit he's good-

-You asked him if he ever had experiences in actual guns and he responded with;

"Oh, no. I just envision the targets as that Idiot who can't get anything from the Claw machine" He points at Childe

"HEY!"

- Childe and Tohma would battle through DDR and it either ends with a tie or you and Scara having to drag them out cause it was getting late.

-Lots of prizes earned and Childe swore he was close to buying the entire claw machine (Damn rich boi--)

- At the end of the day, all you three would get your preferred drinks as you all gaze at the nearest beach sunset. (You had the classic soda and straw in a bag of course)

- Whenever you plan, get together's like these, you always looked forward to them

- But let's say hypothetically that your parents are strict or didn't let you join them this time, well bestie, it's either they wont go and reschedule or kidnap you lmao

- Childe asked you to come outside of your house and the moment you did, you were met by a car and a laughing Childe and Tohma who carried you bridal style towards the vehicle

"Pukeng ina-- Mom's gonna kill me!!" you laughed into the gingers arms, hitting him playfully

"Quick Tohma!" He calls out to the boy, getting inside the car as he still holds onto you "Drive bitch! drive!!"

- By the time you got home you almost got banned from ever hanging out with them (You got grounded though LMAO)

- Your Group chat's are filled with chaos.

-Memes, Arguments (Scara and Childe) and Assignment answers were the contents of your chats

Tortang talong: [Bitch]

Fandak-go: [Bitcher]

Mama's boi: [Guys can someone send me today's assignments?]

Tortang talong: [*Sends a rick roll*]

Fandak-go: [That's like the 100th time you've sent the same joke as before.]

Fandak-go: [You're so fucking Un-original]

Tortang talong: [Please.]

Tortang talong: [ Compare my sense of humor to yours and you'll see how superior I'am to you]

Mama's boi: Guys, please :"D

Fandak-go: [Superior to me?]

Fandak-go: [Like that'll ever happen.]

Tortang talong: [My level is higher than yours, considering your height-]

Fandak-go: [I'll fucking strangle you.]

Tortang-talong: [I'd like to see you try and reach my head.]

Cult master: [Bitchest]

Cult master: [Awe- I'm too late XC]

Mama's boi: [Y/n help- please-]

Cult master: [Oki hun, what do u need?]

Cult master: [Holy shit wait- we have assignments!?]

- You're a group of chaotic idiots

- But at least you're all in it together and that's what matters<3

Translations

Gago = Stupid/Idiot

Ate = Older sister/ Can be also used as an honorific for women who are a bit older than you

Punyeta = Asshole

"sunget naman" = "so sassy"

Pukeng ina (Putang ina) = Putang ina translates to "You're mom's a whore" but can also be an expression of "Mother whore" leading to something like this "Mother whore! you scared me!!" and 'Puke' means; Pussy, so this dialogue translates to "Pussy Mother" or "Fucking pussy"

Tortang talong = Fried Eggplant omelette

Fandak-go = Fandango and Pandak mixed together. Pandak means short

#genshin impact #genshin x y/n #genshin x reader #childe #tohma #scaramouche #school au #genshin impact school au #filipino reader #fluff #head canon

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lunaekalenda · 2 years

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hello lovely, congrats on 1000 you deserve all that and more!! your work is literally the chefs kiss <33

might i request jean + alone trip + 10, 24, and 34? (business man jean makes me go brrrrr)

again, congrats i hope you continue to make amazing stuff!

sure!! sorry for all the waiting! i hope you like it!! and thank you so much for your words <33

10 - swimming on the cold sea

24 - visiting the beach at night

34 - business trip.

warnings: mentions of alcohol.

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The anual meetings of the company are always boring, you repeat the same beach resort where the heads of all the franchises take their time to discuss things like the sales of the month and, of course, take advantage of the paradise they're at. You are starting to think they take the business meetings as holidays.

Until this year, though, you've never seen such a quantity of beers passing from the bar to the tables, most of the executives already drunk. Your work as the assistant is just taking notes of all the interactions your boss has with other bosses. In any way, Zeke isn't talking with no one, just drinking alone on a reserved table and asking for the fourth time if he's allowed to smoke inside. Your suit is starting to get uncomfortable because of the hot weather outside, even when the moon and the stars replaced the sun. All the other assistants got permission to leave, from the inexperienced Armin Arlert to the veteran Hange Zöe. All of them are probably sleeping, taking a bubble bath or visiting the beach. And there you are. Still glued to your boss, who is unable to make a full sentence. You sigh, tablet on your hands and digital pencil about to power off because of the lack of battery.

"Mr. Jaeger, maybe it's time to leave..."

"No." he says. His eyes are red, maybe because of the alcohol, the lack of sleep and the way he has been rubbing them for 20 minutes. You're so bored you could even tell how many bubbles his drink has. "There's still one assistant inside. You.... have to.... be the last." He stands up with effort and you look around, muttering for yourself.

"Who's that last one, I'll make them leave personally..." you keep looking, turning around quietly, until a figure appears too close for your liking.

"You must be the other assistant." his voice is clear and friendly. You look up, trying to find his face. He's too close and too tall, so you give a step back.

You've been confusing him for another asshole boss all night. He has been sitting on the table –when almost all assistants, like you, were obligated to stand still– and you've also seen him drinking a little –once again, all assistants were focused on their work.–. You quickly find who his real boss is: Levi Ackerman, who drank a glass of wine and nothing more, for your surprise. "Jean Kirstein, Mr. Ackerman's assistant." you say. Jean nods as he stretches a hand in your direction. You take it.

"You must be Mr. Jaeger's assistant, aren't you?" you nod a couple times. Jean looks to the clock on his wrist, and then to his table, where Levi is talking to a waiter. The man finds his employee's gaze, a simple movement of his hand to let him know he can leave. Even he can leave on his hour!

"Well, my turn is done. And so is yours, I guess." he talks, closing the tablet applications and saving the documents before shutting it off. Even when you show him a nice smile, you're already crying inside. Probably your boss is too drunk to know that everyone already left. "Wanna go grab a smoothie or something?" he asks. His offer sounds tempting, but you know Zeke will never let you do it. There are still some bosses around.

"It sounds amazing, Mr. Kirstein, but my boss won't let me leave until they all do." you sigh. Jean looks at Zeke, raising a brow. He's sleeping on the table, hand gripped to his last alcohol glass, little snores escaping through his mouth.

"I think he won't notice it. And, please, don't tell me you're thinking to stay all night here in case he wakes up." Your cheeks turn red as you look to the floor. Jean giggles. "Come on. We'll have a calm walk and we'll be back quickly to wake them up, yeah?" you think twice about it. Zeke isn't going to wake up anytime soon. You leave your tablet near Jean's as you smile at him. "Let's go, then. I know they put some stalls near the beach."

Once the two of you are outside, Jean loosens his tie, right before sighing.

"I was so tired of this..." as he said, the beach has tons and tons of stalls of what seems to be a market.

"How did you know about the market?" you ask. Jean smiles and he looks around.

"Intuition." he says, simply, making you smile a little. He looks so calm, with the night breeze moving his blond hair and his tie lost between his half-open shirt. You obligate yourself to look through the market. You easily spot the smoothie store, where Jean wanted to get a drink. Right when you were about to reach it, the girl turns the open sign, where now "closed" can be read. You feel your soul leaving. You took too much time to think and now Jean can't get his smoothie. You feel sudden guilty.

"Oh, bad luck it's closed now." he says, a smile still on his face. How can he be so positive about everything? "Well, we can always visit the beach and have a quick bath. I guess it will take away the hot weather." Jean's hands are fast while he takes his shirt away. You try not to stare into his sculpted body, as you take your gaze to the front, focusing on the wooden walk, just to remember you don't have a swimsuit under your clothes. Just underwear.

Jean finds easily an access to the little beach, helping you to enter by softly taking your hand, using the "it's dark" excuse. He's known for being direct and brave, and here he is instead: too scared to tell you you called his attention in a way no one has ever done before.

"You alright?" he asks, once you're by his side on the sands. You nod quietly, as he released your hand. Taking a breath, he gets undress, leaving the underwear in as he enters the water in two quick steps and a clear jump. You laugh when he appears from the water.

"Isn't it cold?" you ask in a yell. He shakes his head.

"No! It's super warm! Come here!" he yells back. You think about it. You deserve some fun after all the work hours, don't you...?

Without giving it a second thought, you get undress, just underwear as he did, and you run towards the water, entering and letting the cool ocean caress you.

"You're a liar, it's cold!" you laugh as he does. He stretches a hand towards you. Your height differences makes him reach the floor, but makes you stay floating.

"Here it's warmer, trust me." he asks in a murmur. Taking your hand, that helps you to get balanced and not too tired while floating, you slowly swim until you're by his side. He smiles softly at you.

"The moon looks also bigger from here." You whisper. You're afraid your voice would break the moment. It looks... like a fairytale. The moon reflects in front of both of you, as the stars shine above and the water obligate your body to meet his on unexpected waves.

"You are truly a good night company, Mr. Kirstein." You say, hand still caged on his as his soft laugh can be heard.

"I can say the same, M_ Y/S"

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lightsovermonaco · 3 years

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Body Shots (Pierre Gasly)

Inspired by (and beta read) by the amazing @limp-wrist-max thank you Mea!

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Word count: 3.5k

Recommended song: “Lucky You” by Sim Dane

Vacationing in Milan had its perks. Fine dining, luxury stores that were prime for window shopping, and the proximity to your best friend, to name a few.

When you'd touched down in Milan you had had no intentions of visiting Pierre. You had just finished your exams for your summer class and had a week before the next semester started up, so you had simply booked the cheapest ticket and boarded a plane.

The intent had been to have some good wine, good food and unwind. Pierre saw your Instagram story minutes after you posted it and recognized the bakery you stopped at for lunch. And once he found out you were only a few minutes away from that weekend's grand prix, he had ideas that didn't involve you reading a novel all day.

Pierre had insisted that a last minute cancelation by a family friend had left a paddock pass unclaimed and had suggested you take it.

"You're my best friend, it'll be fun to have you experience a weekend through my eyes for once instead of sitting in the stands. Come visit me."

Something in the inflection of his voice made the simple request rub you raw. He missed you. It had been months since your last get together and you couldn't blame him. The last year had been rough for him and he rarely had anyone physically at his side to help him through it.

Inviting you instead of one of his parents was about more than your current proximity to the track. He hadn't missed a beat in asking you, not hesitating to consider anyone else being with him this weekend.

Your stomach had turned as you climbed in a cab Sunday morning, not out of fear of something going wrong but because of the nagging feeling that something was about to change.

You'd known Pierre since you were kids. Your brother had raced in karting before pursuing another dream, but in the few short years you'd hung around European tracks you had managed to forge a bond with one of your brother's rivals. That friendship carried on regardless of the distance that separated you, kept alive by visits in the off season and once a year trips to the racetrack at Silverstone.

Pierre met you at the gates and you had barely seen him since.

A decent qualifying session saw the Frenchman start P10 on Sunday's race. He didn't hide the fact that he was disappointed, but come time for his final meeting with the team you'd never guess he was anything but ecstatic.

You had to be conscious about your mouth hanging open when Pierre stepped into the garage in his fireproofs with his suit half undone. The tuft of blond hair peeking through his backwards cap floats on an invisible breeze and he bounces on his toes. His brow furrows when he is handed a data sheet, listening intently to what the engineer points out.

Butterflies riot in your stomach when Pierre catches you staring and winks. You pray he writes the blush on your cheeks off as the heat and he must, because he raises his eyebrows and flexes a bit.

You laugh to cover the way you want to do nothing but strip him out of that tight fitted white shirt. Your crush was getting out of hand. Pierre's shameless, friendly flirting only escalated matters.

You told yourself it was nothing. He was like this with every girl he met, making a fool of himself to earn a laugh. You were no different, except maybe that you were a constant where most other women only got to enjoy his playful personality for a short time.

You're treated to a few long minutes of watching Pierre prep to climb into the car before he's heading out on track to line up at the grid.

The race starts off fine, Pierre's pace is better than expected. One of the Haas's breaks down at the pit entry and Pierre's strategist decides to bring him in for a fresh set of tires. A kiss seems like the proper reward for their stroke of brilliance, which affords Pierre the advantage when the pits close soon after.

Restarting on lap 28 is nail biting. Hamilton, Stroll, and Pierre make up the podium places. The entire garage gasps when Stroll goes wide at turn four. Hamilton serves his penalty and Pierre inherits the lead. Sainz jumps on the opportunity to attack.

Pierre defends brilliantly until the final lap. The team erupts when he crosses the line first, bringing home the win.

Red, white and green confetti sticks to his skin as he sprays the champagne over all of you. In the heat of it all, Pierre sits on that top step and shakes his head. You already know that the photos of him being snapped from all angles will be gorgeous, the sun shining down on the first French grand prix winner in decades.

A legend in the minds of his people and in yours.

You could scarcely believe it yourself. Your best friend had finally, after years of being pushed down, won a grand prix at the temple of speed. Red Bull had been wrong, just as you'd insisted when Pierre cried over losing his seat and his friend in one weekend. But god, did Pierre rise above it all.

Pierre catches your gaze just before he leaves the podium. A lifetime of emotion swirls around him like an enigma, begging you to find out what it was hiding. Your wave is barely more than a lift of your hand but Pierre notes it nonetheless, tipping his trophy in your direction.

You wait patiently on the sidelines as Pierre poses for pictures with his team on and off the track. His attention constantly falls on you, his grin widening each time he sees you tucked under the arm of an enthusiastic mechanic or crew member. Alpha Tauri was a family and you were an honorary member thanks to your connection to their driver.

An action packed hour of cameras passes before Pierre is able to break away. As soon as he's given the go ahead he passes his trophy off and marching to you. You're both practically running by the time you meet in the middle. You crash into him and he lifts you off your feet in a crushing hug.

"You did it," you whisper, overwhelmed by his success now that you've gotten the chance to celebrate with him. "I'm so proud of you."

Pierre laughs as he sets you on your feet. His smile is wider than you've ever seen it and you're sure his cheeks must be sore.

"Wish they allowed us to bring a friend up there," Pierre says softly, a smile melting into a sly smirk. "Seeing you doused in champagne is an image I wouldn't forget."

You shake your head, caught up in his ceaseless flirting. He had no idea that his honeyed words and gentle touches lit something inside of you, rattling your brain and making it impossible to form a coherent sentence. Instead you snatch the black and gold Pirelli cap off his head and place it on your own, earning you a peal of laughter.

"Looks better on you anyway." Pierre runs a hand through his sweaty, champagne doused hair, leaving bits sticking up at odd angles.

Someone calls Pierre's name, far enough away that there's no rush. Pierre's hands remain planted on your waist and yours stay wrapped around his neck. By the way his bright blue eyes bore into yours, you swear he's thinking the same thing you are.

"Thank you for believing in me," he murmurs, gaze falling to your lips.

"I knew it was just a matter of time," you tell him, inching up on your tiptoes. Tempted by his win, you want to ruin the best friendship you've ever had. You want to discover if the lips you spend far too much time dreaming about felt as soft as they looked. You want to know how it feels to be lost in Pierre, newly minted race winner, and find out just how he dealt with the adrenaline and euphoria of his incredible drive.

"Well done mate!"

Max Verstappen startles the two of you apart. You take a healthy step back and drop your gaze to the ground to hide your burning cheeks.

"Thanks." Pierre accepts the Dutchman's embrace and claps him on the back. "Sucks I didn't get to fight you for it."

"There will be more chances in the future. And I didn't expect to see you here, that's a nice surprise." Max knocks you with his shoulder, tipping you off balance. On instinct you latch onto Pierre's arm to steady yourself. You wait a heartbeat too long to remove your hand and both of you find anywhere to look but each other.

"So where's the party?" You ask, searching for a distraction from the way your palm still burns.

"Definitely not at Red Bull." Max shudders and you laugh because that's what you do when someone is being over dramatic. It rings hollow in your ears.

"I hear there's a few guys with adjoining rooms at the hotel who bought plenty of booze," Pierre says. "You and Dan wanna come by?"

"Is that really a question?" Max grins, already typing out a text as Pierre feeds him the details.

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"You should do body shots," Max suggests, which earns a roaring laugh from Daniel and a half hearted one from Pierre.

"I don't think so," Pierre says, "there's no one here I trust enough to let that happen."

"Not even your best friend?" Max gestures to you and shoots you a wink when Pierre glances over. "I think she's trustworthy."

"No thanks." Pierre holds up his plastic cup and salutes Max before draining it to the dregs.

Pierre's immediate refusal hurt more than it probably should have. You hadn't expected him to jump at the offer but having him shut the idea down so thoroughly hadn't been what you wanted either.

Max notes your pouty lower lip and speaks on your behalf. "Come on mate," Max insists. "You just won your first prix, live a little! It's not like you've got anything to lose, she's your best friend."

"That's exactly why-"

"Shut up, it would be fun! Wouldn't it?" Max says this last bit to you, a wild grin on his face.

Max expects you to turn red and object. That was his end goal. But what the Dutchman hadn't counted on was how drunk you already were on Pierre. On his smile. On his bright blue eyes, swirling in the aftermath of his unlikely triumph. And mostly on the not-so-sneaky way he glances at you every few minutes.

"Let's do it."

Pierre blinks, searching your face for any sign of distress. "Wait, are you serious?"

"Yeah, why not?" You shrug, suddenly fearing that you'd read him wrong and he really was against this whole thing. "Unless you don't want to-"

"Get the vodka," Pierre interrupts, nodding to Max though his stare remains pinned on you. Pierre latches onto your wrist and drags you around the room until he finds a table long and sturdy enough for his liking.

"This a good height for you?"

The coffee table is low enough that you'd have to kneel. Luckily getting on your knees isn't something you'd mind doing for Pierre. You lick your lips without thinking. Pierre's pupils blow wide, black swallowing the swirling oceans of blue.

"Sure," is all you manage.

"Good." Apparently neither of you were able to focus on speech. You work together to clear the empty plastic cups and used napkins from the surface. Your hands brush when you both reach for the last cup and you just catch the way Pierre's breath hitches.

You and Pierre have danced this dance since you were teenagers. Each of you knows the steps by heart. The only difference is tonight neither of you were poised to bow out before the final lift.

"Beep beep, bitches!" You yank your hand away when Max's shout reaches you. Pierre's hand lingers in front of him, outstretched as if your palm remained grazing his thumb.

Max holds the bottle of vodka over his head as he wades through the crowd. "You're all about to be very, very entertained."

"Where's your chaperone?" You ask Max, searching for Daniel in the low lighting. You press your palm to your thigh, dissipating Pierre's lingering heat.

The Dutchman waves you off. "Went to get us more drinks. Pierre, isn't it kinda hard to do body shots if you're still fully clothed?"

"Who says I'm the one getting undressed?"

Max's grin dimples his flushed cheeks. "I mean you can ask her to take her shirt off in front of all these people if you want to."

"No," Pierre responds quickly. "Fine. I'll do it."

When Pierre strips off his shirt he gets more than a few whistles from men and women alike. That tended to happen when someone was built like a Greek fucking god, you supposed. Whoever voted for People Magazine's "Sexiest Man Alive" and decided on Michael B. Jordan had clearly never laid eyes on Pierre, with his bronzed skin, endless expanses of muscle, and brilliant cheshire grin.

Michael B. Jordan who?

Pierre hands the team branded shirt off and lays out on the table. He pillows an arm under his head, bare bicep flexed as he gets comfortable. Leaning in to kiss along the hard muscle was out of the question, however tempting it was.

Pierre looks up expectantly. "You coming?"

Holy shit, this was actually happening.

"Yeah, I'm coming." You sink to your knees and Pierre laughs.

"Up here." He pats his thigh with his free hand and beacons you forward. "Please."

Screw it, you've already thrown your friendship out the window. This night ended either in heartbreak or awkwardness, might as well get your money's worth.

A few whoops break out above the music. The bassline isn't the only thing thundering in your chest as you straddle Pierre's thighs, hands braced on his chest.

"Okay?" Pierre whispers for your ears only. You nod with what you hope is a charming smile.

"Alright move," Max says, shooing you back until you're resting on your haunches. Max flicks the cap off the bottle and you grab it to take a long sip.

Max gapes at you and you wipe a hand over your mouth. "Close your mouth, you'll catch flies."

Pierre's thighs tense beneath you in response to your bold declaration. Dozens of Pierre's friends and team members gather around. For all you care, Pierre is the only person in the room.

"Last chance to back out," Max warns. You're too busy tracking the drop of liquid that falls from the neck of the bottle to splash onto the crease of Pierre's abs to bother responding.

"Pour it out." Pierre's chest sinks with his demand, doing nothing but sparking your imagination, creating images of him heaving beneath you. You'd sell your soul to recreate the way you're currently poised above Pierre's hips with a little less clothing and no audience.

Max gives up hope on you replying and dribbles the alcohol up Pierre's abdomen, stopping just below his pecks.

"Have at 'er-"

Your tongue is on Pierre's skin before Max has finished his sentence. You feel the muscle tense beneath your tongue, going rigid at the first contact. The burn of the vodka doesn't even register as you lap it up, catching the drips that fall over his sides.

You aren't sure either of you is breathing. Salty sweat mingles with the sharpness of the alcohol, an afterthought barely worth mentioning.

Blame the liquid courage or blame the high from Pierre's win, but you were confident Pierre was enjoying this just as much as you.

Planting a hand on Pierre's hip, you steal a glance up at him to find him locked on you. You take that as permission to continue, dragging your tongue flat up his stomach and continuing well past where the vodka had been poured. Up between his pecks, over the curve of his throat that bobs beneath your tongue, over his chin until you meet his lips, already parted and waiting.

Neither of you pay the shouts cresting around you any heed. You've both waited too long for this, endured too many almosts and what ifs to let the opportunity slip through your fingers. Your sticky hands cradle Pierre's face, angling it in a way that's to your liking so you can explore more of his mouth. He tastes like whiskey and mint, the juxtaposition of hot and cold scattering your thoughts. One of Pierre's hands finds the nape of your neck when you gasp for air, refusing to let you end the moment.

And it's pure, unending bliss that floods your veins when he nips at your lower lip, swollen and surely reddened from his kiss. His thumb sweeps across the back of your neck while you both fight to catch the breath currently evading you.

Daydreams didn't hold a candle to the real thing. One taste and you were addicted, craving as much as Pierre was willing to give.

"Hey," he murmurs, the corners of his mouth tugging up in a stupidly gorgeous smile.

"That was nice," you tease, tangling your fingers in the silky blond strands of his hair. "I wouldn't be opposed to doing it again."

"Me too. Maybe somewhere where it's just us though. I wouldn't want to scandalize my team any further." You manage to steal another sweet peck before Max hauls you off Pierre.

"Fucking finally," Daniel says, clapping when you're upright again. "Do you know how long I've been trying to orchestrate this? The two of you really are dumber than a box of rocks. I can't believe all it took was Max suggesting body shots to get you two to kiss."

The arm that wraps around your waist feels right. Pierre hasn't hugged you like this before, with his chin resting on your shoulder and his nose nuzzling your neck, but it already feels like home.

Pierre ignores Max completely in favor of pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. "Why don't we go back to my room? I'll pour more alcohol on myself if that's what it takes to convince you."

You're just about to take him up on the offer when one of his team members taps his shoulder. He glances at them impatiently, which the man thankfully doesn't take personally.

"They want some photos with you holding your trophy," he explains, handing a shirt and the star shaped interpretation of the Italian flag to Pierre. "It will only take a few minutes, they promised not to keep you long."

Of course everyone knew exactly where your minds were. Sanity had long since left the premises, tangled up in crisp white sheets. Pierre's entire team and half the Red Bull garage had seen what had gone down while the prix winner was sprawled on that coffee table. There would be no chance of denying it in the morning.

And while you'd never imagined that the first time you'd kiss your best friend would be directly preceded by licking copious amounts of shitty liquor off his super-heated skin, now that you'd experienced it any other way seems forgettable.

Pierre sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "I mean, I already have my trophy, but…" your stomach lurches when you realize he means you. Pierre catches the way your mouth hangs open and he shoots you a grin before accepting the real trophy.

"You carry it," he says, not giving you much of a choice as he thrusts it into your hands. "I'm occupied."

You're about to point out that his hands are, in fact, free and that the more likely reason for insisting you carry the trophy was his usual post-race laziness when he slings an arm around your shoulders and tucks you tight to his side.

"Is this okay?" Pierre asks when you involuntarily stiffen. God, it was more than okay, it was perfect, it had just caught you by surprise. You'd only kissed him a handful of minutes ago and Pierre was already wrapped around your finger, smitten as if you'd been a couple for years.

"Yeah no, it's perfect. Simply lovely," you say quickly, stumbling over your words.

"Can I kiss you again?"

Your answer comes in the form of a hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. You prop the trophy on your hip and smile up at your race winner.

"You don't have to ask that ever again. My answer is always yes."

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badassbuchanan · 3 years

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Be Mine?

REQUEST: Could you write something where the reader has never had a valentines so bucky goes all out to celebrate valentines day with her? Like she just feels so loved at the end of it? Thank you💖

Warnings: smut; unprotected sex, fluff, hand job, pussy rubbing, romantic

Word Count: 4884

A/N: I’m sorry, I tried but romance isn’t my strong suit - anyway, happy V day!

I tossed my hand carelessly through my freshly washed hair, trying to make it look somewhat decent as I made my way through the compound. “Meet me by the elevator at six.” That’s what Bucky’s text had said yesterday, and that was the first I’d heard from him since our conversation earlier in the week.

“If you don’t get a better offer by valentines day, we should just do something together.” Bucky suggested as he absentmindedly scrunched up his nose. We’d been chatting over a pot of tea in the kitchen after listening to all of our friends’ special plans for the upcoming romantic holiday. “Otherwise we’ll be the only two in the compound without a date.”

“I don’t really do valentines dates.” I shrugged matter-of-factly, my heart sinking as I felt a soft blush of pink cover my cheeks. Dates in general had always been a touchy subject with me, but especially valentines day dates. I’d never had one. Ever. In my life. And it was embarrassing for me to admit.

My comment didn’t get past the clever brain of the Winter Soldier, a soft frown of curiosity appearing on his chiseled face as he lifted his mug to his lips. “What do you mean, you don’t do valentines dates?” He emphasised the word ‘do’, blowing gently on the hot beverage before taking a sip.

His eyes were fixed on me, patiently awaiting my response as I felt my heartbeat speed up. “I just don’t.” I shrugged innocently under his stare, noticing the little frown lines which appeared on his forehead as he processed my answer.

“You think Y/N’s ever met a guy good enough to take her out on the most romantic day of the year?” Sam’s voice immediately had Bucky’s eyes rolling, turning his head to the side to watch the chuckling avenger stroll into the room. “You’re dreaming, cyborg. Even I wouldn’t try.”

“It’s not that!” I jumped to my own defence, not wanting Bucky to think that was the reason I’d turned him down, because it wasn’t. Bucky and I had been great friends ever since he’d arrived from Wakanda, we felt somewhat connected by the commonality of the enjoyable silence and peacefulness of being alone. Something which people like Sam would never understand. “I’ve just never had a date for valentines.”

Bucky was a selfless guy and I knew he’d only offered to spend his valentines day with me out of kindness. He was an extremely handsome super soldier with a charming personality and a heart of gold. He’d be able to get a valentines date with a beautiful girl with a blink of his eye.

“I guess I’ve never really felt strongly enough about anyone in that way.” I elaborated vaguely, looking between Bucky who was giving Sam a fed up look and Sam, who had grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and was happily leaving the room with a chuckle, knowing he’d done his job of winding Bucky up.

“It doesn't have to be a date.” Bucky pressed his lips together in a small smile, his voice softening as he looked over at me, his steel blue eyes shining bright. “We can just hang out like we usually do.”

I smiled over at him sweetly, thankful for his understanding nature. “Okay, sounds good.” I let out a soft chuckle as his smile widened at my answer, taking another sip of his drink as his heart skipped a beat.

I arrived at the meeting point right on time, deciding to wear a pair of distressed denim shorts with a floral top tucked into them after much deliberation. I was nervous. I didn’t know why, I’d hung out with Bucky hundreds of times before. But it was this damn day putting so much pressure on something as simple as two friends hanging out.

The compound was particularly quiet where the rest of the team had already left for their dates. The silence only made the loud beating of my heart more evident. Bucky still hadn’t shown up. He’d probably found himself a proper date for tonight and forgot to tell me.

“Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y, has Bucky left the compound recently?” I asked softly, fiddling with my hair as I prepared for a lonely night of movies.

“No, Miss Y/N. Sergeant Barnes is currently in the south living room.” The AI answered immediately, the response surprisingly me as I raised my eyebrows. The south living room was an extravagantly decorated room of the compound, hardly ever used other than for special occasions and honourable guest visits.

“Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.” I spoke as I pressed the button for the elevator, my nerves calming a little as I tried to guess Bucky’s reasoning for being in that particular room. I stepped in the elevator, feeling the metal contraption move between floors. So maybe he hadn’t blown off our date - correction, ‘hang out’. Maybe he’d just forgotten where he’d arranged to meet me.

I stepped out of the elevator and wandered down the darkness of the hall, only illuminated by the soft light coming from the living area. I dragged my fingers along the cream coloured wall absentmindedly, the quiet sound of a song playing made me tilt my head questioningly. “Bucky!” I called out as I neared the entrance to where the AI had informed me of Bucky’s whereabouts.

My breath got caught in my lungs as I turned into the doorway, my body completely still as I widened my eyes in shock.

“Bucky, what’s all this?” I whispered softly, my heartbeat speeding up as I looked in at the busy super soldier standing in front of me.

“Crap, is it six already?” Bucky mumbled to himself as he rushed to light the candle in his hand, placing it carefully on the coffee table. He looked up at me with an innocent smile as he shoved the lighter into his back pocket.

He was standing near the roaring fireplace, the floor almost fully engulfed in rose petals. He’d strategically placed candles and flowers on the mantlepiece and the coffee table, a rug thrown down of the floor with pillows and a bottle of champagne ready for us to indulge.

“Y/N, please don’t be mad.” Bucky begged as he saw the stunned look on my face. I tried to process what was going on, why he’d put all this effort in, but instead, I just stood there speechless. “I know you said you didn't want this to be a date but I just-” “Bucky, it’s beautiful.” I spoke with eyes full of tears, my hands shaking slightly as I stepped further into the room. I’d only ever seen such a romantic gesture in movies, I’d never in a million years expected that one day it would happen to me.

Bucky watched intensely as I walked towards him, his eyes softening into a smile as he realised I wasn’t upset with him. He sighed out in relief, holding his hand out to tug me close to him as I continued to admire the gorgeous set up he’d put together.

“You said you’d never had a date for valentines day,” He spoke deeply, shaking his leg nervously as his eyes stayed glued on me. His hand kept hold of mine as I looked up at him, attentively listening to his words. “Well neither have I.”

“Are you telling me that Sergeant James Buchnanan Barnes, even back in the roaring forties, never had a valentine?” I gasped in a playful tone, although I truthfully was surprised to hear his confession. Bucky was a catch, I would’ve thought he’d have been spoilt for choice back in his youth.

He rolled his eyes with a chuckle, reciprocating my gaze as his fingers absentmindedly massaged my palm. “Well at least I didn’t say I’d never had a date because I’d never found anyone good enough!” He raised his eyebrows accusingly, his lips falling into a sassy pout.

“That was Wilson!” I reminded Bucky with a tilt of my head, a small smile playing on my lips as his gorgeous eyes bored into mine. I felt myself get carried away in the moment, tugging him slightly closer as I admired him.

“I made us some chocolate covered strawberries.” He mumbled shyly, a proud smile on his face as his eyes flickered down to my lips absentmindedly.

“You really thought of everything, didn’t you?” I sighed out contently, walking passed him to sit down on the rug. I crossed my legs and looked up at Bucky who followed my lead, sitting down on the soft material next to me.

I watched carefully as he leaned over to grab the flute glasses in his metal hand, his other grabbing the bottle which he sat between his thick thighs. Bucky’s arms tensed as he pulled the cork out with a pop, the soft music still playing in the background filled the silence.

My heart fluttered as I gazed over admiringly, my fingers fiddling nervously with the blanket beneath us. Bucky’s brows furrowed as he focused on pouring the liquid into the glasses without it spilling over the top.

I smiled maybe a little too widely, catching Bucky’s attention as he looked over at me innocently. “What?” He chuckled with a charming smile, placing the bottle down carefully away from where we sat.

“Nothing,” I smiled back at him, too lost in the bliss of the moment to stop and think things through. I could feel myself falling for him, fast. The vulnerability of it worried me, but Bucky made feel safe. “You just get these cute little lines here when you frown.” I spoke sweetly, lifting my hand to touch between his brows delicately.

Bucky smiled as he watched me, entertained by the mesmerised look on my face. “I think you’re the only person in the world that thinks frown lines are cute.” He chuckled softly, leaning over to hand me a glass of champagne.

“I don't think frown lines in general are cute.” I corrected him, rolling my eyes with a cock of my eyebrow, our fingers brushing slightly as I took the glass from his hand.

“Oh, so you just think they’re cute on me?” He smirked teasingly, watching my face blush pink as he caught me out. He lifted his glass to his lips, sitting closer to me now from where he’d handed me the glass of champagne.

“Gosh, you really love making me blush, don’t you Barnes?” I sighed with a shy smile, sipping the fizzy alcohol as I watched Bucky’s smile widen. His eyes travelled up and down my body as I shuffled to sit with my legs sideways, leaning on my hand which moved me closer to him.

“Hey, can I tell you a secret?” Bucky’s voice dropped to a serious tone as his heart started beating a little harder. I detected a slight hesitation from him as he coughed shyly, his eyes glued on mine.

“Mmh hmm.” I nodded sweetly, my eyes softening as I tilted my head to the side, my finger circling around the rim of the glass as I anticipated his confession.

“When I originally suggested we do something for valentines,” He looked down at his lap nervously, a small smile of his lips as he thought carefully about his words. “I wanted to ask you, you know, not just because we were going to be the only two people without a date.”

Butterflies fluttered in my tummy as I shyly looked down into my lap, trying to hide the smile that had appeared on my face. “What was the real reason?” I asked curiously, my voice softening to match his.

“Well, because I think you’re the greatest girl in the whole world.” He answered deeply, his eyes flicking up to my face just for a moment as he smiled at how happy I looked. “You’re beautiful, smart, generous, accepting, funny.”

“Is this just another way of you getting me to blush again?” I cut him off, teasing him accusingly with a raise of my eyebrows. It broke the tension, Bucky scoffing softly as he took another sip of champagne.

“No, that time was an accident.” His ocean blue eyes caught mine as he responded, both of our hearts beating a little faster than usual at the new depths of our relationship we were exploring.

“You could’ve asked me, you know.” I spoke as I watched Bucky lean over to grab the chocolate covered strawberries he’d made from the table. He looked back at me as the plate lifted into his hand, waiting for me to clarify. “On a date. I would’ve said yes.”

“You would have?” Bucky’s eyes softened as he sat back down, strategically sitting so close that our arms brushed together. He offered me a strawberry after throwing one into his mouth, placing the plate and our champagne flutes safely on the marble base of the fireplace.

“Of course,” I nodded quickly as I ate the chocolate covered fruit, catching any of the excess juice with my tongue. “Bucky, you’re the most loving, kind, handsome, brave, loyal guy I’ve ever met.”

Bucky held his breath as he listened to me speak, the both of us feeling so loved in a world of so much pain. “You’re not scared of me?” His voice cracked slightly as he furrowed his brows into a frown.

I confirmed my answer with a shake of my head, my heart aching a little at the thought of him worrying about people being scared of him.

“I could never be scared of you.” I admitted softly as an intense moment started to build between us, which neither of us were able to control.

I felt the tension between us boil over, noticing Bucky’s eyes dropp to my lips as I instinctively leaned closer to him. I let my hot breath linger on him for a moment before I pressed our lips together.

Bucky’s metal hand immediately rose to cup my cheek, keeping me close as he kissed me back, the taste of strawberries on our lips. I felt butterflies in my tummy as his stubble scratched against my skin, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

I sighed out in satisfaction of his mouth on me, his kisses sweet and gentle as I pressed my palm flat against his solid chest. I felt his pecs move with the rhythm of his breathing, my cheeks flushing a light shade of pink as I felt myself wanting more from him.

He was touching me with such delicacy, as if he was scared he would break me. I shuffled forward as Bucky breathed into the kiss, his hand snaking around to grab the back of my head. He pulled me against his lips harder as my hand slid up to hold the side of his neck.

I parted my lips encouragingly, mimicking his action by tugging him closer by my hand on his neck. Bucky grunted softly into the kiss which was becoming needier with every second.

I whimpered into the kiss, our heads tilting as our lips collided. My palm held onto his strong jaw, his stubble scratching my hand as his metal fingers ran down the side of my body.

I sat up a little straighter which leaned me further into Bucky, the palm of his hand supporting me at my waist. I hummed contently between kisses, Bucky’s eyes falling to where my lips were moving to connect to his again.

I gave him a sultry look as I pulled back from his mouth teasingly, lightly tugging on the thin material of the white t-shirt he wore. Bucky immediately took the hint, removing his hands from me as he pulled the top over his head.

He shook his hair back into place as he threw the shirt carelessly next to him. I couldn’t help but stare at his body in amazement, running my fingers up to where his metal arm fused to his flesh.

Bucky’s lips pressed back onto mine, a small whimper escaping my lips as his tongue pushed its way into my mouth. I felt my wetness seap down onto my cotton panties, sliding my thigh to rest on top of his as he let his hand quickly move over my ass to grab the back of my thigh.

Bucky grunted softly as he tugged on my bare leg, the silky flesh under his metal palm had his cock stirring in his pants. I took the hint, shifting myself to sit straddling the super soldier’s lap.

It was as though all of our built up emotion had exploded in a moment, our touches getting riskier as we roamed each other’s bodies. I let Bucky’s bottom lip sit between mine, sucking on it slowly as his tongue ran over my top lip.

“Is this okay?” Bucky whispered against my lips, our chests heaving as I nodded in response. I closed my eyes when I felt Bucky’s lips travelling across my cheek, leaving little pecks in their path.

I massaged the back of his head, my fingers dug deep in his long hair. I let out a shaky breath as Bucky’s lips reached my jaw, his tongue wetting my skin with his open mouthed kisses.

I tilted my head to the side, granting him more access as my other hand clung to his strong bicep. His metal hand held the back of my neck, supporting me as my body gave in to the pleasure. His flesh hand tugged the hem of my top out of the shorts before letting his palm slide underneath the material.

Bucky groaned against my neck as his hand came into contact with my lacy bra, his kisses getting sloppier as they reached my collarbone. “Tell me to stop.” He huffed out as he tried to control himself, not wanting me to feel pressured into anything.

I shook my head softly as I turned my head to look at him through half closed eyes, overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure and love I felt. “I don’t want you to stop.” I whispered vulnerably, Bucky’s head lifting to look at me with his gorgeous blue eyes.

He leaned in to press his lips back against mine, a whimper escaping my lips as I rolled my hips down onto his. A groan erupted in his throat, his hand travelling back down my body as he gripped the material of my top in his hand.

I leaned back momentarily, balancing myself with my palms on his bare chest as I helped him lift my shirt off of my body.

Bucky panted as he took in my semi-naked body, his hands rubbing the start of my hips needily as he watched me let my top drop on the floor. I leaned my hands back behind my body, making quick work of undoing my bra to let my boobs bounce freely.

I could feel his hardened bulge pressing against the inside of my thigh, his eyes fixated on my tits as he moved his lips onto my chest. I whimpered softly as his hot mouth left wet kisses on my breasts, his tongue flicking over my hardened nipples.

Bucky’s hands hugged my body tightly, pulling me as close as he could as he sucked on my tits. I ran my hand through his soft hair, biting my lip as I closed my eyes in ecstasy.

Bucky’s metal palm slid down to my exposed lower back, holding me against him as he flipped us over. My back gently hit the blanket, Bucky’s large frame hovering above me as he moved his lips back up for another kiss.

My hands slid down his toned chest, over the chiseled abs of his stomach until I reached the button of his jeans. I tugged the waistband away from his skin gently, a little huff escaping his lips as I did so.

I broke the kiss to focus on what I was doing, Bucky’s head dropping into my neck as I popped open the button of his jeans. My head flew back, little moans escaping my lips as Bucky nipped at the base of my throat softly.

My fingers pulled open his zipper, my pussy clenching as I slid my hand into his underwear. My touch was greeted by his hard cock, heavy in my hand. Bucky huffed out softly, his eyes closing as I felt my way down to his balls.

I gasped softly at how big he felt, his lips kissing a strip up up the front of my throat and chin. His lips reconnected with mine as I circled his swollen tip with my thumb, smearing the leaking pre-cum.

I lubricated my hand as much as I could with his juices before wrapping my fingers around his shaft. I tugged on his member gently, feeling his whole body tense at the foreign feeling. I hummed into the kiss, my pussy aching with need as I imagined how he’d feel inside me.

Bucky moaned as my hand jerked him off, his hips bucking to meet my touch as he hovered above me. He kissed me with so much force that my head pressed hard against the floor, softened slightly by the blanket.

I felt his cock twitch in my hand, his hips jolting forward as he tried to control himself. Bucky lifted his flesh hand from the floor and moved it down between our bodies, his fingers tracing down my bare skin.

His eyes immediately dropped to look between our legs, he licked his lips as his fingers came into contact with my shorts. Bucky’s jaw clenched as I squeezed his cock tighter, keeping my eyes trained on his gorgeous face.

Bucky skilfully flicked open the button on my jeans, his lips dropping to kiss me as he snaked his hand beneath the material of my panties. I gasped as he cupped my mound, my wetness leaking down onto his palm.

My fingers dropped from around his cock, clinging to his bicep as he rubbed my pussy. My hips bucked up to meet his touch, needier than ever for his attention. I moaned into the kiss, my tongue flicking his as I arched my back off of the floor, feeling Bucky sit back from where I was.

I looked up at him innocently, all baffled and horny as I watched him hook his fingers into the waistband of my shorts. In one swift motion, but slid my shorts and panties down to my knees. I wiggled my legs, helping him get them off the rest of the way as he sat back on his knees.

“So beautiful.” Bucky mumbled as he looked down at my naked body, his cock standing proudly against his stomach. I bit my lip shyly a I sat up, my arousal dripping down onto the rug.

Bucky crawled closer to me, his flesh hand running up my bare thigh as his cock throbbed desperately for attention. I breathed shakily, my arms wrapping around his neck as he pushes the last of his clothing down his thick thighs before kicking them behind him.

He hovered over my body as I laid back down, now being cradled by the pillows he’d decorated the floor with. I could feel his big member against my thigh, trying to nudge its way into my warmth. I whimpered needily, bending my knees and pressing the heels of my feet against the blanket.

“Just let me know if this gets too mu-“ Bucky cut himself off with a moan, his nose crinkling in pleasure as he felt my hand wrap around his cock again.

I guided him to my entrance, encouragingly rubbing his throbbing tip into my wetness. My hand pulled away when I felt him pushing into me, filling me up with his big cock.

I let out a sensual moan of half pain and half pleasure as Bucky’s lips parted, a shaky breath escaping them as we felt my pussy clench around him.

My thighs clenched too, squeezing around his hips as his thick length slid out from where it was half sheathed inside of me. Bucky was going at a painfully slow rate, sliding his cock a little deeper into me with every thrust.

His lips dropped down onto mine, kissing me gently as he stretched my tight little pussy with his cock. The feeling of his thick length inside me made me dig my fingernails into the muscly flesh of his back.

I whimpered against his lips, my face screwing up in pleasure as he pulls his head back for a moment to admire me before crashing his lips on mine again.

I lifted my legs to wrap around his waist, my hips desperately bucking up to him in need. Bucky used his flesh hand to balance as his metal one ran up my leg, over my waist and up to my boob, squeezing it gently.

I cried out and arched my back into his touch, still in disbelief at how good he felt inside me. His cock filled me up again as he let out a grunt, breathing heavily as his body stilled.

Bucky moaned against my lips as he felt my pussy squeezing his cock, both of us lost in the overwhelming feeling of our bodies connecting. I pecked his lips over and over as he started rocking his hips back and forth slowly, making my tits bounce with every thrust.

His balls slapped against me, the sound filling the room as I let my mouth hang open. Our breaths met in a hot mix as Bucky squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure.

His hips jerked with each thrust, feeling himself rubbing against my walls as my pussy lips hugged his length. Bucky shuffled forward on his knees, deepening the thrusts as he picked up the pace.

I whimpered out softly, the new angle hitting all the right spots as my pussy welcomed his size, his cock soaked in my juices. “Bucky” I breathed shakily as I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly against me. Bucky’s head fell perfectly into my neck, his little grunts intensified in my ear now.

A shiver ran through my body as I inhaled his manly scent, overwhelmed by the emotion and euphoric feeling of the moment. I felt my pussy tingle with pleasure, already close to my high as Bucky fucked his cock into me.

I tugged on his hair lightly when I felt his lips on my neck again, both of his hands pressed into the blanket either side of my head as he nudged his hips forward, sending his cock deeper into me. Bucky moaned into my neck, his cock twitching inside of me as he became overwhelmed with the feeling.

Bucky stopped his thrusting with such a suddenness that my eyes opened, a worried look washing over my face. He panted breathlessly, gripping my hips and supporting my back as he picked me up, sitting back on his knees with me on top of him.

I let out a moan the new angle impairing me on his cock as my arms stayed clung tightly around him. Bucky groaned full of pleasure, kissing me slowly as he started thrusting up into me, using his new position to his advantage.

Waves of pleasure mercilessly washed over me, only being intensified by the way Bucky was watching me fuck himself on top of him. He leaned his head back to watch me, his hips lifting to meet my movements as his arms clung to my body.

His eyes were soft and full of lust, his lips dropped into a pout as he watched me whither on top of him, overwhelmed with pleasure. I moaned with as gasp as my orgasm suddenly took over, my body pulsating on him as I rode out my high.

I leaned forward and kissed him deeply, our tongues playing as he kept me in place despite how my hips were jolting at the throbbing of my clit. Bucky’s face dropped into my neck, his hot breath against my skin as I felt his warm cum spurting inside of me. I sighed out in satisfaction as Bucky grunts, wave after wave of cum filling me up.

He kept me close, our breathless bodies pushed together as we sat there in the afterglow of our orgasms. I’d never cum so hard in my life, the gentleness and love of Bucky’s actions had only topped the experience.

I turned my head and smiled lazily, kissing his swollen lips as my fingers ran through his hair. Bucky reacted by leaving soft pecks on lips over and over, his softening cock still buried inside of me.

“Y/N.” Bucky whispered softly, his breath still warm against my lips as his hooded eyes gazed into mine. “Will you be mine?”

“Your valentine?” I softly asked, holding him tightly as I thought about the coldness I would feel once his body retreated from mine.

“No, forever.” Bucky replied hopefully, making my heart stop as a wave of emotion flooded through my body.

“Forever’s good for me.” I smiled as my eyes filled with tears, nothing but love for the man in front of me as I connected our lips in a gentle kiss. The perfect end to the perfect day.

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showtoonzfan · 3 years

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Discussing the clothing of the Hazbin characters Part One: Vaggie and Angel

So yeah I saw a post about how awful Viv is at doing research when it comes to character designs for people who were in different time periods, and I needed to touch up on that because oh my GOD it’s so true. Every time I look at each of these characters in Hazbin, I’m not able to tell which time period they’re from at ALL, I mean....can you? A problem we all know that Viv has is that she likes to give most of her characters bow ties and suits. And yeah, I like bow ties and suits as well but......she uses them wayyy to much, I’ll say why I mention this in a minute, for now, let’s start by looking at each characters outfits. Keep in mind I’m not critiquing the design, just the CLOTHES and accessories.

VAGGIE

According to the official HH Twitter, she died in 2014. Vaggie is your stereotypical goth girl character, the fingerless gloves, the choker, the striped stockings, it all screams early 2000’s emo girl, and I didn’t even get to Cherri bomb yet, not to mention Crymini. Without being petty, I feel like vaggie’s design would be fine.....IF Viv hadn’t of done this whole shtick before. Viv is obviously known for having most of her female characters look like this, even with ripped clothing, so now, Vaggie is just another eye roller for me. I guess you could argue the early 2000’s is ALSO modern but......we all know she only looks like this because Viv has an obsession with edgy teenage character designs, and Vaggie isn’t even a teen. For me, the dress is fine, but for the love of god get rid of the striped stockings and the fingerless gloves. In fact......this looks like something a TEENAGER would wear in modern times, and Vaggie’s an adult.......so yeah, I understand Viv was going for the whole “goth girl” vibe but I’ve seen redesigns of Vaggie wearing more accurate clothing, like these:

I DO NOT TAKE ANY CREDIT FOR THESE.

Anyway yeah, at least HERE the clothes look more modern. You could argue that giving Vaggie modern regular clothes would just make her look boring but...one, her original design already looks boring, and two, that’s what the SHAPE AND LOOK of a character is for. So yeah, in my conclusion, just change Vaggie’s clothes to look more modern instead of an edgy 16 year old’s.

ANGEL DUST

Alright, on to this unlikeable asshole. Angel is from the 40’s era, dying in 1947. He’s a mobster, er....former mobster I should say, so let’s look at his outfit. He of course wears a choker AND a bow tie, which is weird because both seem unnecessary. He also wears a striped suit, which Viv also has an obsession with, pink gloves, and boots. The first thing I will say is that I personally liked the OLD Angel, mobster Angel. At least when you looked at him, you could at least guess he was from the old gangster days, even with the same striped suit. First. I would have him wear the hat he used to, I liked the old hat Viv game him, because men back then wore hats like that, with the feathers and all.

Second is the suit itself. Striped suits back then were obviously common, so I wouldn’t take that away, but the stripes being sideways always bothered me. I will once again pull up some redesigns of Angel, ones I really liked.

I DO NOT TAKE ANY CREDIT

Now the thing about Angel’s clothes depend on if you want to have him wear something more feminine or not, for example, the fur coats I love, as you can see by doing some research of 40’s fashion. Most men back in that time wore these: Pretty simple right? In my opinion, Angel should have been wearing outfits like this, in fact, if I’m being honest, I prefer a tie over a bow tie, I just think it’s more accurate, and then we wouldn’t have a shitload of characters all wearing bow ties. Anyway, again, I feel like angels outfit would have been okay if Viv hadn’t of done this so many times before, she’s known to have a HUGE obsession with stripes as well and....ugh. I also prefer Angel smoking cigars more than cigarettes. I know it’s cliche but it fits for his mobster tone. But yeah, that’s pretty much it for Angel and Vaggie’s clothing. Again, you want to kinda TELL these two are from the time periods they’re from, so yeah, these redesigns and actual clothing suggestions are good examples of what I feel the characters clothes should look like, or feel like. I Thank you for reading, I know I don’t really explain things well, hopefully you were able to understand what I was trying to say, and stay tuned for part 2!

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detectivehannibal · 3 years

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Pretty as a Picture

Hannibal Lecter x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Implications of smut.

A/N: Why do I keep disappearing from this blog?? I’ve had this idea for FOREVER. Fun fact about me, I sometimes recycle my works from other blogs. So if you’re curious, this is from my Harry Potter blog @seriouslysnape and here’s the original work.

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“It’s not much...just a little something for your birthday.”

On the surface, surprises don’t really seem to come to mind when you think about Hannibal Lecter. The esteemed psychiatrist always came off to you as an open book. He was usually willing to share all aspects of his life with you, which naturally left you believing that there weren’t any secrets lurking further within himself.

Oh, how wrong you were.

Despite all the things that you didn’t know about Hannibal, you knew him well enough to know the sorts of things that he has a fancy for and the things he doesn’t. As high maintenance and temperamental as he is, he is shockingly easy to please. It’s a bit of an ironic statement, but still the truth nonetheless.

You could gift Hannibal with something as simple as a pair of socks or with something as extravagant as a brand new luxury suit, and he’d always have the same genuine, appreciative reaction. If something came from you, he would surely love it with his whole heart.

This gift, however, was on a whole new level.

The idea had honestly come to you at random when you were brainstorming birthday present possibilities. Even though he would never admit it, he was a bit bored of you buying him a new tie for every occasion. He had a tie for every color, pattern, and even he could ever dream of. You wanted to think outside of the box this time. You wanted to come up with something that he would never ever think of.

On the flip side, you also wanted to be sure that it was something that he could have for a long time and something that would have some real meaning to him. You could always go down the culinary appliance route, but he already had absolutely everything he’d ever possibly want or need. You were in a bit of a rut, but that’s when you got a wonderful thought.

Hannibal didn’t own many personal pictures. Most of the photos in his house were custom made art pieces that were worth more than the price of your left leg alone. Hannibal never struck you as the kind of man to have plethoras of pictures of loved ones, but you still found it odd. It’d be a win-win in your eyes. You’d supply Hannibal with some photos to hold on to, and it’d be a thoughtful gift.

Then your plan took a sultry turn.

You had picked out a large photo album that would match the aesthetic of his house, and an album that would have plenty of pages to fill up. You kept it stashed away in your closet until you were ready to put pictures inside of it when another idea came to mind.

What if you made a sexy photo album for him?

At first, you were a little sheepish at the idea. Boudoir style pictures showing off only the dirtiest of contents? It seemed like that might be too much and even a bit weird. The longer you thought about it, though, the more and more the idea sounded good. Maybe Hannibal wouldn’t necessarily jump at the gift, but at least he’d have something to jerk off to when you weren’t around.

You assembled as many outfits as you could, some coming from your personal collection and some were purchased as a specialty to the production of the photos. You’d need some help actually having the photos taken, which is why you recruited one of your closest friends.

You could’ve had them professionally done, but you weren’t sure how comfortable you were with a photographer and group of modeling experts studying over your naked body for an entire day. Your friend was stoked for the project and dedicated a whole afternoon while Hannibal was at work to help you out.

You took probably about a hundred pictures, all with varying poses, outfits, and locations around the house. You even took a few more innocent photos of you just smiling or doing candid things. You figured that you needed some sweet to balance out the spicy.

You decorated the pages to add some pop and flare, ultimately thrilled with the final product. Hannibal’s birthday was only a few days away, and you were itching to show him what you had made for him.

“You’re fidgety tonight.” Hannibal spoke from where he was laid out underneath you on the living room sofa.

It was true, you had been extremely jittery for the last hour and a half, trying to compose yourself. Hannibal had told you that he had wanted nothing more than to have a quiet evening in for his birthday, which you found as a blessing because he’d definitely want to stay around the house after seeing his gift.

“Sorry. Just excited.” You admitted, seeing this as the perfect opportunity.

He raised a brow, looking down at your frame that was practically trembling with explosive animation.

“I feel as if I don’t need to inform you that my birthday comes around every year,” He joked; “What’s gotten you so elated?”

You smiled up at him with a brightness that was almost blinding. You scrambled off of the sofa at your cue.

“Wait right here. I’ll be back.” You announced as you dashed up the stairs.

Hannibal chuckled to himself, already guessing as to what you were plotting. You returned shortly after with the picture book in hand, complete with a bow on top. You sat with your legs crossed in front of him, eagerly handing it to him.

“It’s not much...just a little something for your birthday.” You explained.

Hannibal sat up from where he was settled into the cushions, eyeing over the cover carefully. It was a beautifully crafted book, the dark leather was absolutely gorgeous. He pushed the bow off of the sides, opening to the very first page to see a sweet note you had written him, signed with your signature and all. He turned to the first page to actually contain photos on it, and a smile of pure joy spread on his face.

You had put all of the non-sexual pictures in the first two pages to disguise the actual reason for the book. You were smiling happily in each of the first several photos, wearing different casual outfits and in different places.

“Darling, these are wonderful,” He complimented; “They’re stunning, they-”

His heartbeat quickened when he made it to the third page, and he noticed they had taken on a new theme. The scandalous photos were enough to knock him speechless. For the first time ever, you saw Hannibal’s cheeks break out into a deep blush. His fingertips trailed over one in particular where you were wearing one of his white work shirts with all the buttons undone. The only thing you were wearing underneath was one of his ties settled between your breasts.

In other photos, you were wearing different sets of lingerie. There was one lacy, red colored set that almost made him faint right then and there.

He was knocked speechless, unable to string together a single sentence. You were beginning to feel a little self conscious, and you went back to your original worry that this was a bad idea. You had honestly expected him to completely attack you with feverish kisses or fuck you right then and there. The fact that he was completely silent was unsettling, because Hannibal Lecter always had something to say.

Your voice was thick with uncertainty as you spoke to break the silence.

“Hannibal, do you...like them?” You wondered aloud.

His eyes never steered clear from the book in his hands and the photos presented in front of him. He turned to the next page, a rush of arousal flushing over him at one in particular where you were completely naked, stretched out on the massive kitchen counter and giving a look so seductive that it made his belly flutter. The sight of you naked in his culinary world where he spent so much time was a sight to behold.

“[Y/N], I love them. These photographs...they’re beautiful, well produced, and so, so sexy.” He breathed out.

You exhaled a breath of relief, feeling a sense of anticipation as he continued to rake over them. He turned to a new set of pictures, his hot blush growing even deeper onto his cheeks. He couldn’t look away from the scandalous photos, each one becoming dirtier than the last. He was riled up and he was already looking forward to having this book at his disposal.

His lips parted slightly ajar as he loomed over them. Your waiting was patient as he finished looking through them, his pupils dilating more and more by the minute. He closed the book once he was finished, his eyes finally flickering up to you. He had grown a very prevalent erection, and his eyes were filled with an intense amount of lust. Your suspicions had been correct after all.

He was going to rock your world.

Hannibal usually didn’t try to make the first move. He always wanted you to initiate sex first. He believed that sex was a passionate, romantic connection that shouldn’t always be fueled by burning want and desire from outside resources. Based on the way he was looking at you though, you could tell that he wanted you BADLY.

He nonchalantly rolled his hips forward to create some kind of friction. The sneaky grin on your face was almost maddening. The way that your body leaned in and your lips brushed over his just ever so was intoxicating. Your lips traveled to his ear as you purposefully let out a wanton moan to tantalize him.

“Touch me, Hanni. I know you want to.” You coaxed.

That was all he needed.

Hannibal lunged forward, smothering your body with his and suffocating you with hot kisses. He kept your hands pinned above your head, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck as he intentionally drew the most wonderful sounds out of you.

“What are the chances of you wearing one of those outfits under this sweater?” He said in a steamy voice.

You squirmed against his hands, but to no avail. When Hannibal didn’t want you to go anywhere, then you wouldn’t. You bit down on your lip in a seductive way, breathing out your response to send him into full on love making mode.

“Why don’t you find out?”

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