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spookiiwookii · 3 months

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Yearly redraw time :3

#god put me in this planet to draw diana incorrectly and by god i’m doing it!!!#hitman #hitman 2 #hitman woa #hitman world of assassination #agent 47 #diana burnwood #teehee #hitman 3 #hitman fandom

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nastymongrel · 4 months

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the devil works hard but modders work harder

#hitman 3 #steamboat willie #nexus mods

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cartoonishly · 10 months

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Happy Pride Month 🌈

#hitman 3 #hitman #hitman3 #agent 47 #an asexual king #ioi retweeted this I love them sm

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vwikaartt · 8 months

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When u finally started playing Freelancer mode

#Hitman #Hitman 3 #Agent 47 #Agent 47 x Diana Burnwood #hitman freelancer #hitman fan art #diana burnwood #47 x diana #hitman art

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cajunandfire · 1 year

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#i couldn't help myself #barbie #hitman #agent 47 #diana burnwood #hitman 3 #barbie movie #barbie meme #hitman fandom

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funnyexel · 6 months

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imagine being on vacation with agent 47

The familiar click clack of the front door woke you from your tired state. A burst of energy shooting threw you as you peel yourself off the confines of the couch and shuffle to the quiet sound. You watch as he locks the door behind him, electricity flowing through you in pure excitement as you wait eagerly. Studying how precisely he took off his jacket, rolled off his gloves and loosened his tie with a small sigh. Opening his arms to you, you practically throw yourself at him. Burying your head in his chest and holding him tightly. His musky, powerful scent fills your nostrils as his arms travel around your waist and return the embrace. He got used to you waiting for him even though he repeatedly told you not to.

“You slept on the couch...”

He utters, adjusting the bottom of your nightgown. In an attempt at shielding the soft flesh from the cold draft. His fingertips slyly dusting over your ass.

Humming softly, you realize it doesn’t take a genius to see you’ve been camping out on the couch in anticipation for his arrival. Feeling his icy hands slide down the curve of your back, ass and stopping at the backs of your thighs. He grabs handfuls of your flesh and hoists your legs up to cross around his waist. A faint whine leaving your lips as your arms wrap loosely around his neck. Effortlessly holding your body around him as he swiftly moves across the living room to ascend the stairs.

Laying you down on the plush bedding, his fists are balled at each side of your head as he looks down to you. Looking up to him with eyes full of wonder and virtue, he uses his knuckle to delicately caress your cheek. As delicately as he can. Moving your head up, you eye his lips and kiss him, sucking on his bottom lip and he lies your head back down. Roughly holding your chin in his palm to keep you close.

Kissing each other feverishly, your movements are rushed and hasty compared to his as you impatiently unfasten his belt.

Your moans quickly fill the room as he drives his hips into you repeatedly. Fisting the back of your nightgown as he forcibly pulls you backwards to meet his ferocious thrusts. He may initially have more restraint than you but when he is nine inches deep in your wet pussy he can’t help but brainlessly abuse your cunt.

“m’wanna hear you...”

You moan desperately, knowing he is suppressing his noises because of how jagged his breathing is. Arching your back so that your ass is right by his ‘V’ line, you wiggle your hips against him. Effectively earning a moan from him, albeit soft but vocal enough to satisfy you. Pushing your rogue hairs out your face, your toes curl at the excessive poking his tip is doing to your cervix. Shouts escaping your lips as his movements become more sloppy and brutal.

Pounding you to the point where the dominating sound is the roaring sounds of your ass clapping against his pelvis.

Panting to catch your breath, you sneak your hand down to his stomach as you lay on his chest. Your head wrap fucked all the way up and dried up tear stains on the corners of your eye as you look up to him.

“I've been thinking....”

You whisper to him, your voice threatening to break if you speak any louder. Gazing at you with neutral eyes, he nudges you slightly to hear you continue.

“we should get away... like a vacation.” You say in the sweetest voice you can manage.

“A vacation?”

You hum with a quick nod of your head. A small smile on your face, “everytime halloween comes around you get so paranoid. it's just a thought, you don’t have to agree.”

You’re shocked it was so easy. Usually he would need a whole lot more convincing but the next thing you know, you’re in Tahiti double fisting margaritas in a sexy swimsuit. All the while enjoying the sunset with your man in a hot tub.

He can’t stop staring at your body as you straddled his lap. You can never get enough attention from him.

“I don’t think these drinks are strong enough.”

You exclaim to him as you finish your fourth margarita of the evening, knowing you’re at the point in your drinking where the cocktail is starting to taste more like juice. As you put the glass aside, your eyes widen as you feel his finger playing with your swimsuit bottom. Stretching and snapping the flexible fabric onto your skin.

Pulling your bottoms to the side, he easily slips his cock inside you, the bubbles materializing in the hot tub covering up your indecent act.

“you’re wet.”

He states in your ear, loud enough for you alone to hear. Whining in his lap as he guides your hips to bounce on his dick. Holding his shoulders you move against him, sitting down on him and rotating your hips in a circular motion before moving up and down on his cock. Your cunt squeezing him so tightly. Letting your moans fly freely, you the slaps of your skin are suppressed by the splashing of water surrounding your bodies.

Luckily for the both of you, no one else would use that hot tub except for you but a good few happened to hear your moaning. Your loud, hot, horny and desperate moaning.

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milfyspamton · 22 days

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#hitman 3 #i guess fuckin whatevah

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misterbrick42 · 1 year

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Good afternoon, 47. Your target is this random guy minding his own business. We have no idea what he’s wanted for, only that we will be paid an inexplicably large sum of money. We are running this mission with zero intel because this is just some guy. Good luck, 47.

#hitman #hitman 2 #hitman 3 #agent 47

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diana-fortyseven · 4 months

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I just noticed something when watching Hitman 3 cinematics again, and I'm probably the last person to notice this, but even though all of you most likely noticed this three years ago, I shall share my discovery:

This is Diana in her cabin, burning the last few pieces of evidence (including her origami pin) after she dismantled Providence.

What's that in the foreground? Oh, yes, that's the folder and the phone she left for 47 to find.

BUT WAIT.

This is the next scene in the cinematic. 47 on his way to the cabin, one year later.

The scene in the cabin took place one year before 47 made his way to the cabin to find the folder and the phone. That's something we all talked about ad nauseam, I know.

But, excuse me, how did we never absolutely lose it at the idea that Diana

waited one whole year after she prepared the folder for 47

knew/trusted/hoped that 47 would return to her, eventually

destroyed Providence and then waited one year for 47 to contact her again

???

Bonus question, how did we never absolutely lose it at the idea that Diana and 47 apparently always had a way to locate the other/make sure that the other could locate them??

The voiceover phone call in the "One Year Later" part of the cinematic is the phone call that took place after 47 entered the cabin and found the phone (and the folder).

We see him on the phone after he entered the cabin; he's not talking on the phone on his way there. He's using the phone he found in the cabin. Yes, I know this is obvious, I just wanted to point this out just because.

She left the phone there for him to contact her, because she obviously can't just give him her current phone number, and she probably didn't know his current number either.

Imagine waiting for one whole year after you signalled your location. Imagine how she must've felt when she left the stuff there for him to find, absolutely sure that he'd come back to her, and then nothing happened for a year??

Also, this means that way more time has passed between the train and the reunion. We know that the dismantling of Providence took months. At the beginning of this cinematic, that job is already done. She's destroying her Providence pin. It's already over.

I knew that this was a "one year later" cutscene because I can read, but how did I never realise that Diana left the cabin and began waiting for him to return to her one whole year before he actually did?

I'm sorry, I'm losing it right now. I just wanted to take a screenshot I need as a background image for something, but instead I'm sitting here in the dark, having all the Hitman 3 feelings all over again.

Next step will be watching the Hitman 3 release trailer on repeat for three hours.

#Hitman #Hitman 3 #Hitman World of Assassination #Hitman Fandom #Agent 47 #Diana Burnwood

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lucas-grey · 9 months

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