#will Graham Drabble

[ghastlytiredmess]

will graham paces the room, stops only when stricken with a thought he didn’t intend to voice.

a thought he believed to be born out of pure curiosity.. a need to know hannibal more, understand the true depth of his psychotic nature.

yet as the words came out of his mouth, he couldn’t conceal the jealousy.

the anger, the pain that came from the idea of not being hannibal’s only one.

the devastation drawn into his brows and soft tone of his voice, the hint of betrayal in his eyes, didnt go unnoticed as he spoke.

“how many have there been? like randall tier?

like me?”

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[coryosbaby]

Time to Pretend .. Will Graham x student! Reader

Content warning . 18+ NSFW

His sweet little moans sound so delicious in her ear that it almost seems right to be touching him like this.

Oh, and how sweet he looks. Her forensics professor leans against his desk, big arms gripping the edge of it as his pants rest at his ankles. His cock is red and achy in her hand as she rubs the tip of him with her palm.

He stays still for the most part, but boy does he make faces. His mouth dropped open, eyes scrunched closed as she whispers foul mouthed things in his ear. He whines when she kisses him firmly on the mouth, feverently pressing his lips against hers like a man starved. She pulls away from him with a small chuckle.

“Concentrate, professor.“

“Please,” he murmurs, breathless. Her thumb rubs over his cockhead and he fucks into her hand with shallow thrusts. “Please, baby— I can’t—“

“You can,” she coos. His glasses fall crooked on his nose, and she kisses him on the cheek before setting them straight. “Come on, professor Graham, don’t you want to be a good boy for me?”

The sound he makes is borderline pornographic. He nods, because yes, he wants to be a good boy for her, he wants it more than his next breath. He bites his lower lip to muffle his sounds— it’s a lunch break, and anyone could walk in.

“Look at you, honey,” she sighs out, hypnotized by the pre cum spilling over her fist. “You’re so wet. Practically dripping down my hand.”

“It’s.. it’s because you’re making me feel so good,” he breathes out. His hand reaches out to wrap around the wrist stroking him, and he doesn’t know if he wants her to stop or keep going because his brain has turned to complete mush. He assumes the latter, because he can feel his orgasm rapidly approaching when she twists her wrist a certain way. “You’re making me feel so good. Fuck— “He tilts his head back, eyes rolling. “ I’m— I’m close. I’m gonna—“

Her hand stops, pulls away from him so suddenly that he lets out a choked sob. Not again.

“No!” He whines, and reaches out to grab her fingers and put them back where they belong. She slaps his hand away.

“Did I say you could do that?” she asks, scolding. “Put your hands on the desk. Don’t fucking touch me, ever.”

He wants to scream. But his obedience doesn’t waiver now, and he digs his fingernails into the wood of the table. She smiles at this, her hands trailing up to his hips and squeezing them.

“You’re so pretty,” she praises, and tilts her head. “It’s too bad you’re such a brat.”

“I’m not.” he replies under his breath, almost annoyed. But not really— he could never be annoyed with her.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s what I thought,” she says, before wrapping her hand around him again. He sighs in relief, his cock so red that it’s almost purple. How long has it been since they begun this? Thirty, maybe forty minutes? He should be concerned about getting caught, but right now he’s too far gone to care.

There she goes again. Bringing Will to the edge, denying him. Over, and over, and over. Until some semblance of mercy is cast upon the poor man when he sees her pull down the front of her skirt. She tugs the waistband of her underwear open so he can see the top of her mound, and she directs the tip of his cock right above it. She jacks him feverently, telling him to squirt all over her aching pussy.

Will is excited, almost relieved of all of his fucking issues when she says this. It’s all going great— until the sound of a doorknob jingling reverberates through the room.

Panic surges through Will. He had locked the door (thank god), but now the person on the other side begins to knock.

He thought she would panic. She doesn’t.

“Better cum now, professor,” she teases, batting her eyelashes, and he bites into his wrist. “Cmon, baby, I’m finally letting you cum. Is a little audience really giving you cold feet?”

“(Y/N), I swear to God—“

“Will?”

He hears a voice from outside, one that seems to be looking for him.

Jack Crawford. He’s getting edged by one of his students, and the person to come knocking on his classroom door is Jack fucking Crawford. His forehead bumps against hers and his mouth falls open.

He can’t help what happens next. Maybe it’s all the pent up sensations, or the way her pussy looks so delectable and she’s begging for him to cum all over it— maybe it’s the fact that he might get caught. But the man’s mouth drops open, drool seeping out of the corner of it, and he finally, finally reaches his peak.

He practically drenches the girl’s panties, glazes the inside with sticky white and fights the urge to yell how thankful he is. She strokes him through his orgasm, a grin on her face at the sight of his spend coating her. The knocking sounds louder, but fuck it feels so good that Will could care less.

She pulls her hand away when he comes down. She smiles, her lips grazing the shell of his ear.

“Good boy,” she whispers, and he shudders.

“Will?” Jack’s voice sounds again, concerned almost. “Are you in there?”

The girl shakes her head— a signal. There’s a smile on her face as she sees Will’s distraught face. He stays silent.

It isn’t long before Jack leaves, going off elsewhere to find him. He hears retreating footsteps, and breathes a sigh of relief. Looking at her, his jaw clenches tight.

“Why did you do that?”

She shrugs. “Why not?”

He wants to be angry, but all he’s thinking about is the load that’s drying in her underwear. She kisses his cheek before she skips to the door, vacant on the other side.

“See you tomorrow, professor.”

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[arabellavernierwrites]

i chose you. will graham.

summary : will graham had felt himself slipping away for months. after a particularly grisly nightmare, he finds himself being comforted by his partner who can’t help but reassure him. (can be read as gn!reader)

word count : 944

warnings : nightmares , anxiety , panic attacks , unstable mind , insecurities , fear of hurting others

a/n : hello everyone ! it’s been a while. truthfully , i had been having a bit of a rough time. i apologize for the leave , but i want you all to know that i have received your requests , they are in my ask box and i will be getting around to them ! thank you so much for all of the love and support you all continue to show me. i truly am so appreciative of it and find it motivates me to write even more. that being said , this is my first hannibal fic ! i would love to write more for it , so please let me know if you all would be interested in that. and please send in requests !!! i want to write for you ! i hope you like the story. thank you all again for the support. have an amazing wonderful incredible day ! love you all !

it was a cold, rainy wednesday night.

it wasn’t rare for the weather in virginia to be like this. sprinkles, drizzles, downpour. it was all the same to you.

you glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. its electronic glow read 8:53 p.m. it was still early in the night. you and your partner, will, hit the hay early this evening. will had sipped on a small glass of whiskey before declaring himself drowsy enough to go get in bed.

you had followed him up the stairs, a small army of dogs on your heels as you trudged up the wooden steps.

“i think i’m gonna read,” you announced, tossing the sheets aside.

“oh yeah?” will smiled gently, “your new one?”

“yeah, i’ve got just over 60 pages left and i want to get it done before friday,” you adjusted your pillows.

“i’m expecting a review when you finish,” will stepped out of slippers, lying down next to you.

“like i’d ever pass up the opportunity,” you grinned, reaching for your book, “lamp or reading light?”

a timid look settled on will’s face, “lamp. please”.

a few months ago will had started having nightmares. they were grueling, each night a horror film of his most traumatic moments, deepest fears, and haunted past played on a nauseating reel in his mind. since then, will had liked to keep the bedroom lamp on. he found it comforting to awake from his grisly slumber to a well-lit, familiar place.

“lamp it is,”

will sunk into the mattress beneath him, drifting off to his nightmarish dream world, a place his sleeping figure visited far too often. once you heard the soft, steadying of his breath, you propped yourself up under the covers, resting against the wooden headboard as you began finishing your book.

37 pages or so later, here you were, glancing at the clock that read 8:53.

a small shake of the bed startled you. looking down at the man next to you, you swayed again as his body jolted.

his shirt had seemed to change color in the past half hour as his sweat had drenched the cottony fabric. his breathing had become uneven, sharp and jagged, clawing at the oxygen around him, begging for sweet relief from this panicked suffocation that encased his lungs.

spasming, sweat, hyperventilation. you knew what was coming.

you placed your book down beside you, preparing yourself for the storm of will that was brewing beside you.

his wet shirt clung to him as his shaking turned to convulsions. his arms and legs thrashed around, trying to fight off the dreadful scene that played in his mind.

your heart raced, fearful for him as you reached forward, resting a protective hand on his shoulder.

“will,” you shook him carefully.

the hideous sounds that ripped from his chest frightened you.

“will,” you shook harder, terrified that he was actually going to suffocate himself, “will!”

his body lurched forward, a gasp escaping him so loud it seemed to silence the rest of the world.

he looked like he was being pinned down, the way his body uncomfortably pressed into the bed, an attempt to make himself feel grounded.

escaping from his nightmarish state didn’t appear to help to ease his mind at all. his breathing was still frantic and his eyes shot around wildly.

“sweetheart,” you gently wiped a few strands of wet hair from his forehead, cautious as to not spook him.

he placed a desperate hand on the back of yours, a pool of comfort flooding his chest. your tender touch breaking down the icy walls that trapped his harrowing thoughts.

“will,” he was still trembling, his mental battle still not quite over, “look at me”.

you started pulling away, afraid your physical presence might be overwhelming while he was still so raw. will moved to grip your wrist, pressing your palm back to his cheek.

he breathed deeply, bit by bit, the life returning to his eyes.

“how am i ever supposed to save anyone when i can’t even save myself?” he whispered sullenly.

“i wouldn’t say it’s all your own doing,” you stroked the side of his damp face, “there’s a lot of people that put a lot of pressure on you. people that would rather see you drown trying to help them than allow you to swim to shore”.

“what if i can’t save you?” he met your eyes, his gaze timorous.

“that’s not something you have to worry about,” you reassured him.

“well it is,” he pressed.

“you don’t have to save me, will. i’m okay. i’m here, in this moment, in bed with you,” you offered.

you were met with silence.

he gnawed on his bottom lip as thoughts bounced around his brain.

“what if i can’t save you from myself?” he stressed, his real worry coming to light.

“i don’t need to be saved from you. you’re not holding me captive, i choose to be here. i choose to spend my nights with you, reading books and drinking whiskey and caring for dogs because i love you, will,” you brushed the hair from his forehead, “there’s nothing else i would rather do in this world than be here with you”.

for a moment, the air was still. a blanket of calm had quieted everything except for the pattering of the raindrops that hailed from above.

he rolled over, his face falling into your chest as his shoulders quivered.

“i’m afraid,” he choked out.

“i know you are,” you pulled him flush against your body, massaging your fingers through his hair, “but i’m here for you. i’m always here for you”.

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[azul-marie]

— what’s in a name?

their favorite pet names for you. fem. reader. feat. leon, luis, ashley, ada.

leon —

very traditional. he likes the classic pet names the most: baby, sweetheart, darling are just a few of his favorites. he likes the sappiness behind the simplicity. and the way you light up when he addresses you as such. depending on his mood, he’ll even whip out some eye rollers to tease you with (honeybun, lovebug, mama). this is especially true when he wants to distract you and/or snatch your attention from what you’re doing. leon never uses pet names to demean you, however, and would instead use your actual name/nickname during serious circumstances.

luis —

very romantic, very suave. he calls you by nearly every affection in the book, should you manage to keep count. bonita, corazón, cariño, are his go-tos most of the time. luis also uses possessive labels such as mi vida, mi amorcito, mi linda when he’s feeling especially clingy. or when he’s hit with with a spot of jealousy and wishes to let everyone else know you’re taken. (it happens more often than not, as it were). he’s the type who uses pet names to annoy you during arguments only because he thinks he’s slick enough to charm you out of being upset with him. (he is, but that’s not the point). he seldom uses your name/nickname in most cases.

ashley —

cutesy and food oriented. she isn’t shy about calling you the sappiest, fluffiest pet names even around others, which in turn leads to plenty of cooing and awing over your sheepish reactions. sweet pea, pumpkin, cupcake are her faves. she reasons that because she loves sweet things, it only makes sense to call you by their names since she loves you even more. that, and they sound super cute to say. ashley tends to call you by name/nickname just as often though, therefore balancing the sweetness perfectly.

ada —

sultry, on the cusp of leading to more. she’s taciturn and cautious, but reserves just a little bit of herself for you and you alone. kitten, doll, beautiful are her usual choices. always spoken to you in a whisper, like a secret she wants heard by your ears only. ada hates to share, so she can’t have just anyone thinking they can address you the same way she does. she finds herself reserving these pet names during more intimate moments spent together. she uses your name/nickname the majority of the time, but will indulge you in a murmur should you ask politely.

#resident evil 4 remake #re4 remake #resident evil 4 imagines #re4 imagines #resident evil imagines #re imagine #resident evil x reader #resident evil #leon kennedy imagines #leon kennedy x reader #luis sera imagines #luis serra x reader #luis sera x reader #ashley graham imagines #ashley graham x reader #ada wong imagines #ada wong x reader #inspired by…because…i want ada to call me kitten 🥺 LMAO #this started as an ada drabble but turned into an everyone kind!! i couldn’t help but imagine what cute pet names the gang would use #very self-indulgent….very much….i want leon to call me baby askdnshabaj #i have. So Many Wips!!!! for Leon!!!! i seriously need to post something for him soon or i may Explode #there’s been sooo many great fics for him!!! i’m honestly reading much more than i’m writing haha

[wonhoissofine]

“Will is my friend.” This “Will I’m your friend.” That. We get it Hannibal. This is your first time carrying for another person and it’s so heavy that the only possible explanation you can think of is friendship because no one’s ever shown you the slightest morsel of love yet you find yourself caring about the way this unstable man thinks of you. A feeling so foreign for you that that’s what you think friendship is like even though you have the sneaking suspicion that it’s something more; willing to break the very thing you’ve found yourself needing to breathe in an attempt to understand it.

#hannibal #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #i’m going feral #nbc hannibal #drabble #character analysis #the brainrot is real #hannibal brainrot #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #murder husbands

[sykosomatic]

Thank you for accepting my request!! It was delicious😭❤️ i love the way you write Hannibal. Not to be greedy or anything, could i request hannigram x ftm reader? He just took his first shot of t, and his two lovers want to celebrate *wink wink*

you’re so welcome!! this is perfect, i love it so much <3 i love all the ftm x [insert character here] i’ve gotten recently! it’s so inside my comfort zone it’s crazy <3 companion fic to this.

i hope you enjoy!!

hannigram x ftm reader taking his first t shot!

(reader wears a binder/is pre-top-surgery)

cw: threesome/group sex, praise kink, creampie finish, double penetration, oral sex (afab&amab receiving), anal sex (afab&amab receiving), p in v sex, fingering (afab&amab receiving).

thanks to your lover, hannibal’s, connections in the therapy world, you’d finally gotten your hands on something you’d been waiting on for what felt like forever: a prescription for testosterone. at this point in your social transitioning, you figured you were ready to take the next step. it was a little nerve-wracking, as most new things are, but so exciting all the same.

your other lover, will, had kindly offered to go pick up the prescriptions with you; you’d shown some apprehension at the thought, and he’d immediately offered his assistance.

once you’d gotten back to hannibal’s place, you got all settled in; your testosterone vials and needles sitting up on the counter. they looked a little daunting; you’d never used a needle on yourself before, so this was going to be a really different experience for you. the doctor had explained to you how to do it, and it seemed pretty straightforward. but still. nervous.

you didn’t necessarily want to do it with hannibal and will watching you; just because you were nervous you may look silly, and you didn’t want them to get worried if you did it wrong. but then again, you didn’t want to do it without them, because what if you did do it wrong?

you decided to do your first shot on your own; you wanted to make sure you could do it by yourself, and wouldn’t they be so proud of you when you did?

you took a breath, grabbing the stuff you would need and heading to the bathroom. sitting on the toilet, you prepped everything the way the doctor told you to, and prepared yourself for the feeling of the needle going in.

it was surprisingly easy, but the sting and pinch were going to need some getting used to. letting your breath out, you cleaned up and put everything away, opening the bathroom door to see the two men standing outside the door.

you smiled at them, shaking your head. “worried about me, huh?” you asked them. hannibal stepped closer to you and inspected you, asking you how you felt. “i feel fine,” you assured him with a small chuckle. “it went really well… it was a lot easier than i thought it would be.”

will smiled at you, nodding as you spoke. “we knew it wouldn’t be a big deal. well..” he corrected, looking at hannibal. “i did, at least.”

“we should celebrate, no?” hannibal asked, kissing the top of your head. “such bravery and expertise should be rewarded!” he exclaimed, leading you and will to the kitchen.

hannibal popped open a bottle of wine and started pouring three glasses, handing them out. before long, he and will were discussing how proud they were of you, making your face flush; the wine wasn’t helping, either.

“so handsome and so perfect,” hannibal said, in response to will leaning in to put a hand on your thigh. “both of you,” he added playfully, making will sport a wry smile. hannibal stood and walked over to stand behind you, massaging your shoulders gently. he leaned in to kiss will’s lips deeply. it was clear the two of them were planning a different kind of celebration. you were excited.

hannibal’s hands dipped to start rubbing your chest, his fingers brushing over your nipples once he’d found them. you leaned your head back against him, watching him and will kissing passionately. warmth spread into your stomach and you could feel yourself getting ridiculously aroused.

will pulled away from the kiss he shared with hannibal to start kissing you, his hands starting to tug at your clothes; he was asking permission, and you eagerly allowed him to undress you. hannibal watched the two of you, starting to undo his own pants and taking his shirt off. before long the three of you were undressed and the two of them started leading you into the bedroom.

will pulled you into his lap on the bed, his legs draped over the end as hannibal came up behind you. being sandwiched between the two of them turned you on an insane amount. will started to kiss your neck, licking stripes up your neck as hannibal leaned in to kiss your lips. both of the men’s hands explored your body, hannibal’s on your hips and grabbing your ass and will’s exploring your chest and pinching your nipples.

you moaned into hannibal’s mouth as you felt will’s fingers exploring your wet slit, playing with your clit while he teased your nipples. hannibal put his fingers in your mouth for you to slicken up as he followed will’s lead. he slid one finger into your asshole, making you moan and buck your hips against will’s fingers. will slid two fingers into your pussy, curling them up to hit your g-spot. the two of them played with you for a little while before you ended up squirting all over will’s hand.

the two of them praised you for how handsome you were, how well you took their fingers and came for them, peppering your skin with kisses before they moved positions. will laid on his back, starting to slide his cock into you, stretching your sweet pussy out. hannibal began to finger will’s ass as will fucked up into you and grabbed your ass. you leaned in to kiss him as he got finger-fucked, and then leaned back to kiss hannibal as he slid his cock into will’s stretched asshole.

the two men moaned in beautiful succession with you, all of you in complete bliss. their hands explored you and each other. after a few final rough strokes, hannibal bottomed out inside will and came deep in his asshole, making him in turn cum deep into your pussy.

but they weren’t done; hannibal slid his cock into your asshole next, making you shiver and whine, scratching on will’s chest. his curls lay over his face, covered in sweat. will hadn’t taken his cock out of you yet. he started rocking his hips again after you’d gotten adjusted to hannibal’s cock, the noise of the creampie inside you squelching as his balls slapped your taint.

the three of you finished again, and you were flipped over on your back so that hannibal could eat you out; his tongue was magical as he licked will’s cum out of your hole. his tongue slid in and out, and circled your clit. you shuddered and came a third time, grabbing his hair and wrapping your legs over his shoulders. hannibal proceeded to clean off will’s cock as well, will laying right next to where you were as he got sucked off. he gave you sleepy kisses, waiting for hannibal to come back up for air. the two of you shared slurping on hannibal’s cock until it was cleaned off, and fell asleep naked on the bed, fully satisfied.

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[redfieldkennedy]

leon and luis jealousy this, leon and ada jealousy that. where are my fics of leon and ashley fighting over reader. i want them being soooo sweet to you while also being so filthy when the other can't hear. they both whisper the absolute dirtiest things to you that gets your whole face flushed immediately. but as soon as theyre in the same room with you, they are doting over you and being so sweet and caring, treating you like you hung the moon and stars yourself.

leon helping you down from ledges and protecting you, wrapping his jacket around you when you start shivering from the rain. he always checks on you first after a fight, making sure you didn't get hurt even if he's actively bleeding.

ashley is constantly hanging off your arm, holding you close to her and chatting with you, keeping your mind off of what's happening as much as possible. she'll also try to push you to safety first when zombies start arriving.

but as soon as you're alone with one, they can't help themselves. leon will tell you how much he wants to be in between your thighs, how he wants you to bend you over a table and make you forget anything and everything that isn't him. ashley will touch you innocently at first, but soon her fingers on your knee slides higher and she's teasing you over your clothes, leaving you a whimpering mess.

#😖😖😖 i want a pretty boy and girl fighting over me #leon s kennedy #ashley graham #leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #ashley graham x reader #ashley graham x you #drabble #mywriting #notsfw

[mnare]

i just want a naturally quiet reader, who while in a relationship only lets out quiets moans and whimpers, but after a couple of months together, their s/o decides they want to hear more

#is it too much to ask #😭😭😭 #any of your favorites #a bit self-indulgent ngl🤭 #sadly just a fantasy tho😔 #x reader smut #könig x reader #simon riley x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader smut #shinsou x reader #bakugou x reader #will graham x reader #drabble

[knifedancer]

What-If: MultiFelix

What if Felix met Multimouse before his appearance in canon?

What if Adrien wasn’t the only blond crushing on a super heroine in the family?

~~~~~~~ “Shit!” Felix cursed as he dodged a wayward akuma blast, the wall of the store he had been hiding beside becoming nothing more than a crumbling pile of bricks in his wake. He stumbled as the ground shook again, hazel eyes darting around to seek out another route away from the battlefront before the akuma-of-the-week targeted the blond directly instead of the thinning crowds around him.

‘There! I can hide in that alley!’ Felix rushed forward, panting as he sprinted across the street towards perceived safety. However, just before he could breach it, another blast struck the building to the left and the debris blocked the mouth of the alleyway – a few bricks slammed into his left leg, their bruising impacts ripping his pants and leaving a smattering of cuts on his thigh. By the way the material of his black slacks bloomed matching glossy spots, there were likely more bloody wounds than those visible through the tears. Cursing under his breath, he spun to his right to begin limping further down the avenue when the sound of maniacal laughter sent chills down his spine. Felix turned and dropped into a fighting stance; hazel eyes focused on the threat approaching slowly. The akuma was dressed as a Medieval court jester; bells jingling as they bounced from foot to foot, legs and arms as pale as snow and unnaturally long like some sort of spider. Eyes wild and toothy grin wide, their head tilted like an inquisitive puppy looking at a new toy.

‘Well, new fear unlocked…’ Felix thought, his rising panic hidden behind a carefully constructed mask of indifference and splotches of plaster dust.

“When I was a lad, I was gloomy and sad / As I was from the day I was born / When other babes giggled and gurgled and wiggled / I proudly was loudly forlorn. / My friends and my family looked at me clammily / Thought there was something amiss…” the akuma’s unhinged, sing-songed limerick coming out dejected as it approached slowly, their grin temporarily dropping into an overexaggerated frown. Felix took a cautious step back, was this the victim’s backstory?

“What else could he be but a Jester? / A Jester? A Jester! / A funny idea, a Jester!” Suddenly the akuma’s mouth stretched up into an unnaturally feral grin, like some sort of horror game villain – equal parts terrifying and disturbing that would certainly not haunt his dreams later – and squealed with joy, clapping its hands around their marotte. “Only the sharpest eye, the keenest nose / the quickest ear and the fleetest toes / Can ever outfox the Jester! Can ever outfox the Jester! / Only the stoutest arm, the bravest heart / with a magic charm and a good head start / Will ever outfox the Jester!”

The hazel-eyed teen braced himself to fight as the akuma lunged with a sharp jingle, marotte extended above their head as if to club the blond over his skull rather than shoot a blast from the tip. Out of nowhere and with a quiet fwip, a pink jump rope shot in front of the jester, tripping them. Just as soon as the rope appeared, it retracted in the blink of an eye and, in its place, a grey dressed figure somersaulted in the air directly above the flattened akuma. Time seemed to slow as Felix watched her pink hair ribbons flutter in the air behind the space buns holding back her hair, tresses as dark as a raven’s wing. His breath briefly caught as bright, bluebell eyes flashed – focused and calculating – from behind the edges of a baby pink domino mask. She brought her black booted feet together and ruthlessly planted them directly into the back of the akuma’s skull, impaling their head into the pavement like some sort of avenging Valkyrie taking down a mythical beast. Felix felt breathless and his knees turned to putty watching the graceful, powerful display. Just who was she?

Shaking off the foreign feelings clouding his mind, the blond limped backwards, unsure if this lithe woman was a friend or foe. Perhaps she would attack him next. Why did he feel a thrill at the idea of sparring with her? Focus! The movement drew the attention of those enchanting blue eyes. She squeaked in surprise, as if just noticing him for the first time. However, they took on an intelligent gleam, quickly assessing his physical state – those eyes pausing on his leg – as she approached him with her hands outstretched in a placating manner. “Um. Excuse me, garçon, I’m here to help. You need to evacuate. Are you badly injured?”

Ignoring the way that her sweet voice – which sounded like silk wrapped around steel – made his heartbeat quicken, he evaluated her for a threat. She was petite and so thin that it looked like the next strong breeze might knock her over. Hazel eyes trailed down the woman’s grey suit – lines of pink breaking the black and grey tightly hugging her tiny frame, the fabric caressing each toned curve and valley in a way that made his mouth run dry – before taking note of a familiar pink jump rope hanging around her waist like a tail. He relaxed fractionally and cleared his throat. “You were the one that tripped him before, weren’t you?” he questioned, gesturing to the now thrashing akuma attempting to free itself from the ground. If Jester had not been struggling to free themselves, Felix would liken the akuma’s current state to an ostrich hiding their head in a hole – the blond choked on a laugh over that mental image!

The grey suited woman glanced back and nodded, “I apologize but…we need to get you out of here before Jester sees us and decides to get revenge.” She drew out the jump rope and stepped into his personal space. Felix realized just how much shorter she was, the top of her head just barely clearing his shoulder, before her words finally registered.

“W-wait, what are you—OOF!” The lithe figure quickly lifted him in a fireman’s carry over her shoulder with shockingly little effort before whipping out the rope and tugging them into the air as if snapping a rubber band. Watching the ground flash by beneath them at a dizzying speed, Felix was pretty sure he was going to be sick. ‘What a way to go…throwing up while escaping an akuma, being manhandled by some superhuman, spandex wearing, midget!’ He refused to admit that this position also provided a lovely angle on some of her finer assets…which was distracting enough to assuage the rising bile in his throat.

With a jolt, they landed on a rooftop, but she only paused for a moment. The woman returned the rope to her waist and shifted him into a bridal carry before dashing quickly across the uneven terrain as if it were second nature. Felix’s arms instinctually wrapped around her neck in a desperate attempt to prevent being dropped. He glanced over her shoulder to see the rapidly expanding distance from whence he was kidnapped – perhaps rescued? – off the street while the wind whipped noisily past his ears. ‘It appears she’s just as strong and fast, even with my added weight,’ the blond thought with mounting admiration. The grey suited woman began to slow and hopped onto a flat roof with a small garden next to a fire escape, finally halting their advance and gingerly returning him to his feet. The blond attributed his racing heart from the unexpected flight rather than their proximity.

“Sorry about that! We didn’t have much time and I needed to get you away from that akuma before they freed themselves. You should be safe here and, if you’re not in too much pain, you can easily take the fire escape down to the streets. Just try to avoid Rue de Rivoli or else you might bump into our crazed jester friend again.” Her lips curved into a gentle smile that made him feel fluttery—er, reassured.

Felix furrowed his brow, “Who even are you?”

The woman blinked and opened her mouth to reply when a cry of “MOUSINETTE!” came from his right, followed by a black blur crashing into the grey suited woman. She stumbled back a few steps with a giggle that sounded like wind chimes dancing in sunlight. Wrapped around Felix’s savior, belt tail seemingly interweaving with the hanging jump rope length, was none other than a grinning Chat Noir. “What are you doing here?! Milady said she was sending in help, but I didn’t think she’d send you after…” The cat hero trailed off, one hand gesturing towards her mask. Now what was that about?

“O-Oh…Yeah…She said that it was just temp-temporary since she’s…uh…” The young woman glanced over towards Felix and then back to Chat, dropping her voice to a soft whisper, “…indisposed.”

“Indisposed? But isn’t her kwam—” Chat Noir looked confused before finally realizing they had company, his mouth dropping into a silent ‘oh’. “Gotcha. Ixnay.” Then he grinned again and ruffled her hair, “It’s good to see you again, Little Mouse! No one deserves it more than you!”

Her cheeks flared in rosy embarrassment and her lips protruded in a pout at the hero’s praise. “Um…I-I…Thank you, Chat. That’s very sweet but…uh, don’t get your hopes up?” The mousey girl cringed and backed away, tugging her jump rope free as she prepared for her departure.

Felix’s lips quirked up slightly at her increased nervous vocal quirks, ‘First she’s badass, then she’s adorable. Just who is she?’

“Since you’re more, uh experienced than me, wo-would you mind checking out this man’s le-leg? I’m heading back to see if Jester has um…broken free from where I…uh…left him.” With that, she scurried away, using her jump rope to swing back towards the akuma.

“Wow! You don’t know it, sir, but you’re a very lucky man… saved by THE Multimouse!” Chat crowed with joy while slitted eyes watched her disappear from sight.

“…Multi-who?” Felix questioned awkwardly, wondering why the cat hero appeared to be so excited.

Chat chuckled softly before turning to him, “Multimouse. She’s smart and funny and strong and sweet…She’s one of the temporary heroes, our greatest strategist (next to my Bugaboo, of course)! Our heavy hitter!”

“Is she some sort of stealth hero? I don’t recall ever hearing about her online…” In fact, he had researched all the heroes before this trip and found not a single mention of a mouse hero.

The black clad cat deflated slightly and sighed, “Yeah…she’s only been out once or twice before this…never really been caught on camera but something happened last time and…well, Ladybug said we couldn’t call her back out. I guess Milady decided it was enough of an emergency… Not that I mind!”

Felix took in the goofy smile that slowly stretched across Chat’s face while he looked off in the direction Multimouse had retreated. Suddenly he felt nauseous, as if something ugly was twisting up and clenching in his stomach, causing his neck to burn red. Unable to control his emotions any longer, his tone became clipped and hard as a lump of anger gripped his vocal cords. “Aren’t you…supposed to be in love with Ladybug?” Did he sound jealous? It was definitely not jealousy!

Chat Noir’s eyes widened comically, his arms swinging wildly in the air as if to physically dispel any misunderstanding. “Yes! Milady is the only one for me! B-but—wait...” Green eyes narrowed with suspicion and the cat stalked closer to the injured teen, his entire demeanor flipping like a switch: from nervous house cat to dangerous panther. Felix struggled to keep himself calm and attention locked on the approaching predator so that he could leap away at a moment’s notice. The cat leaned into his face before a huge grin broke through, his voice a smug murmur. “Do you have a crush on Mousinette?”

Now it was Felix’s turn to panic – eyes widening, heart racing, body trembling, and face burning red – as the image of a grey suited, blue-eyed Valkyrie popped up in his head. His mind replayed the way the breeze tugged at the ribbons in her hair, the obvious strength her petite body contained while effortlessly holding him, the intelligence that showed in her eyes, the blush painted across her cheeks and a giggle that made something inside him sing!

‘Oh…’ he thought dazedly. Sure, Felix had always heard of ‘love at first sight’ but had excused it as nothing more than romantic fantasy! Some unrealistic and overused movie trope! Yet here he was…falling for some mystery heroine that hadn’t even spoken more than a handful of meaningless sentences to him. Mortification bled through the warmth expanding in his chest.

Chat Noir’s grin became sharp, as if he could hear the hazel-eyed blond’s heart beating in time to the heroine’s name. “You and I aren’t so different; I was the same way for Ladybug. Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”

~~~

He refreshed the Ladyblog and scrolled through the latest posts for possibly the hundredth time, the habit becoming a daily routine for the blond. There was no real evidence of Multimouse’s existence, merely anecdotal or the occasional passing comment about a pink jump rope appearing during a time of crisis. The only images captured during the Jester akuma were blurry and taken at too far of a distance, Felix checked. Thoroughly. He questioned his memory more with each passing day as little details seemed to slip away, like a well-worn film played so many times that the sound and images began to distort. He could recall that her voice and laughter were sweet but why was it so hard to remember the exact tone? Was she really as lovely as in his dreams? Did her eyes sparkle like the sun glancing off a lake’s surface or were they more like the color of a cloudless sky at noon? What was the shape of her face like again? Did she have freckles?

Frustrated, the blond refreshed the page yet again.

The next time that Felix visited Paris, he watched the skies for a streak of grey and pink. No matter how many akumas appeared, it was simply the original pair: Ladybug and Chat Noir. His attention was divided between his phone and the skies, constantly hoping for another glimpse of the heroine that stole his heart; enough that even his cousin seemed to notice the level of his distraction.

“Hey Fe, you seem really out of it. You okay?” Adrien asked, concern seeming to drip from every pore.

Felix sighed and dropped his phone back down into his lap, “Yes. Apologies, cousin, I’m simply…” He made a motion with one hand as if scrolling through a list of words before settling on one, “…distracted.”

The model approached and hung himself over the back of the couch like a discarded throw blanket, glancing down at what had captured his interest on the screen. “Oh, are you checking out the Ladyblog? My friend, Alya, actually runs it!”

The hazel eyed teen turned with interest, desperately he tried to keep hope from bleeding into his voice. “Do you know if she has a database of images of the various heroes, perchance?”

“Besides the gallery on the blog itself, no, I don’t think so. Why?”

Felix’s posture deflated a bit as he stifled a groan, “It’s…nothing.”

“Are you looking for a certain hero, maybe?” Adrien innocently asked.

“No!” The Londoner answered a little too quickly, unable to keep his ears from turning bright red as he denied the question emphatically.

A playful grin spread across the green-eyed blond’s face, “Yes, you are, Fe! Who is it? Was it a temporary hero during that attack you were caught up in last time?”

He gripped his phone and clenched his teeth, attempting to stifle the spread of the blush now blooming across his cheeks. Good gods, he would never live this down…but his cousin was a fan of the heroes, surely, he might have some information? He hated feeling vulnerable. Felix pressed his eyes shut as if pained to admit it, his voice coming out as more of a whispered hiss than he would care to admit. “…Yes.”

Adrien seemed to light up, “Really? Who was it?” Bouncing like a puppy with a new toy, the model’s eyes gleamed. “Viperion? Or perhaps Ryuko? Rena Rouge? Or...Carapace?! No judgment.”

Felix scoffed and looked down into his lap pensively, his fingers gliding over the darkened surface of his phone’s screen as he struggled to open up. “No…none of them. She doesn’t appear on the Ladyblog anywhere and there’s no pictures of her in battle…I—”

The model gently set a hand on his shoulder, finally hazel met green. “Hey, it’s okay to have a crush on whoever it is. I mean I…” He watched as his cousin blushed, his eyes looking out the wall of windows with a dreamy, far-off look. Felix couldn’t help but think that his cousin looked like some sort of melancholic-romantic lead pining for their lover. “I’ve…had a huge crush on Ladybug ever since she saved me.”

The formal boy stared at his cousin’s profile, dumbfounded at finding common ground with his lookalike. They had been raised so differently, had lost contact, lost parents, and pursued different routes in life… The model was like sunshine incarnate while the magician resembled that of a thunderstorm. All their lives, Felix had always been compared to Adrien and found lacking. Perhaps they weren’t so different after all?

Adrien sighed softly and turned his gaze back towards him, excited once more. “So? What was she like?”

“She…” He allowed his eyes to drift up briefly as he recalled the encounter once again. “She was…strong and agile. Small, but powerful, like some sort of petite battle angel.”

“Yeah… I’m a sucker for a strong woman, too.” Adrien climbed over the sofa and settled beside him with a chuckle, leaning back so that the model’s face looked up at the ceiling. “And beautiful.”

“Graceful,” Felix supplied with an agreeable hum, lost in thought as his eyes drifted down to his lap once again. Fingers tracing the edges of his phone case as the image of bright eyes framed by a pink mask flooded his memories.

“Kind,” his cousin sighed into the air around them, his mind’s eye bringing forward images of his Lady.

“Capable.”

“Smart.”

“Clever.”

“Confident.”

“…yet adorable.”

“Especially how her nose crinkles when she laughs…”

“Laughter that makes your heart dance.”

“And a smile that makes you feel warm all over.”

“With blue eyes as clear as crystal…”

“Hair the color of the midnight sky…”

Felix laughed wryly, “Almost sounds like we’re in love with the same girl.”

“Oh gods, I think we have a type!” Adrien’s whole body shook with his laughter.

“Seems so, cousin!” The formal boy’s chuckles died out as the original issue arose to the forefront of his mind yet again. “At least you can find pictures of Ladybug all over the blog. Multimouse doesn’t appear on camera nor is she called out much. It’s…It’s like she never existed!” He ran a hand through his hair in visible frustration.

“Yeah, I’ve…uh…heard rumors of a mouse hero. But I’ve um, never seen her myself,” the model admitted while twisting his ring. “Wait! What if I ask Chat Noir – he, uh…patrols nearby sometimes – to get you a picture?”

Felix scoffed at the idea, “That’s not likely to happen. Even that cat mentioned that she is hardly ever called out to help. Besides, I don’t need any of the heroes to find out about my…inclinations. They might think I’m some sort of stalker and never call her out again.” Crossing his arms, he glared at the tops of his knees.

“Oh. Um.” Adrien seemed to deflate a little, his eyes twitching back and forth pensively as if trying to find an answer. “Then…what if you describe her to me and I can try to get my friend to draw her for you? His name’s Nathaniel, he’s really good – even has his own Ladybug comic book! Here, I’ll show you some of his work.”

Felix watched as his cousin pulled up a few screenshots he had saved of the bug heroine – obviously full colored, pre-print cells from the final draft – and was begrudgingly impressed. “That…that might just work. I…” He furrowed his brow and cleared his throat; an uncomfortable tightness having lodged deep in his chest. Hazel eyes rose to look into the model’s face once again, his voice a murmur of gratitude. “Thank you, Adrien.”

A genuine smile stretched across the model’s face. “Hey, what is family for?”

~~~

A few weeks later, a small package arrived at Felix’s door in London with a return address from Paris.

Retreating to the privacy of his room, the blond allowed his emotions to go unguarded as he quickly peeled back the tape with anticipation. A small gasp echoed in the silent room as hazel eyes finally laid upon the contents. Inside the rigid packaging and protected by a stiff plastic sleeve, lay three realistic drawings of various sizes and poses, all professionally colored and inked in a way that made it seem almost like the heroine could jump straight off the page.

“Multimouse…” his whispered voice filled with awe and admiration.

Felix pulled the largest image from the sleeve, an action shot that he had described in great detail – repetitively – to Adrien. Jump rope curled around her waist, ribbons blowing in the breeze, her booted feet together and arms extended above her head as she came down upon the akuma… Suddenly he felt as if he was right back in that moment! The artist had drawn her form as if hovering in the air, looking like an instant frozen in time, and filled in the background with a simple watercolor burst that accentuated the grays, pinks, and dark blues in the rest of the piece. With trembling fingers, he reverently traced the curve of Multimouse’s domino mask. He gazed into the bright blue eyes that had bewitched him and haunted his dreams. Somehow Adrien’s artist friend had even perfectly captured the determined sparkle in her eyes!

Gently setting that drawing aside, he pulled the medium sized image out next and found another action shot of the heroine mid-flight. Jump rope extended beyond the paper’s edges, legs extended behind her in freefall, her eyes partially closed against the wind whipping at her face – it was a beautiful vision! However, what captured his interest and stole his breath was the bright smile stretched across her face. She looked so carefree and relaxed, as if she were simply patrolling the rooftops with the rest of the team. Had they used Ladybug for reference? Or did someone see her recently?

No, if she had been seen, it would have been on the Ladyblog.

Placing that piece beside the other on his desktop, Felix finally pulled the last from the sleeve. Unlike the others, this one was laminated and covered by a sticky note in Adrien’s usual scrawl.

Dear Fe, I asked Nath to make this one small enough to fit in your wallet. We asked my very good friend, Marinette, to pose for it. I hope you like it! ~AA

The hazel eyed teen scoffed and peeled it away, freezing once he revealed the image beneath. The mouse heroine was pictured sitting on the edge of a building, reclined back on one arm while glancing over her shoulder almost flirtatiously, the sunset and Eiffel Tower behind her so that part of her face was cast in shadow. One delicate hand was brushing her bangs from her eyes, a shy smile upon her lips, her body language open and comfortable. The angle was close enough to make out long lashes and a light blush on her freckled cheeks. It almost felt as if she were looking right at him!

Knees shaking from the weight of his overwhelming emotions and eyes still locked on the small drawing, he sat heavily into the desk chair with a sharp creak in protest. Felix raised a hand to his chest, as if trying to calm the rapidly thumping organ currently threatening to flee from his body. His imagination ran wild – supplanting memories of the Jester with daydreams of shy smiles, sweet giggles, and teasing banter as they watched the sunset…

‘Wow…’ thought Felix, looking back over the three drawings before his eyes settled back on the one still in his hand. ‘I don’t know how I’m ever going to return the favor for this… Perhaps I can help my cousin with his crush the next time I visit?’

After all, what could possibly go wrong?

~~~~~~~Author's Notes: I had a this thought and decided to type it up. I'm the only one to blame here. I couldn't stop myself if I tried. I swear, I don't know why my brain spits this stuff out…

Jester lines are modified prose from character dialogue in 'The Court Jester' (1955).

Jester's visuals were inspired by a combination of Spinel (corrupted) from 'Steven Universe', Joker from 'Batman', and Huggy Wuggy and Mommy Longlegs from 'Poppy's Playtime'. Disturbing enough? Check.

Marotte: Originally the medieval fool's stick or sceptre, a short rod topped with a small head.

Adrien hints about Marinette's secret mouse identity, said hint goes right over Felix's head.

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[savage-rhi]

anything ashley x leon post the events of re4! maybe of something of them helping each other work through the trauma or leon realizing his feelings for her? :3 thank you! i love your drabbles <3 thylacine

Sure thing nonny! Thanks too for reading Da rules and for the compliment! Enjoy!

"Thanks for not suggesting a café or somewhere with lots of people." Ashley murmured while walking beside Leon. She glanced up, seeing the storm clouds were coming into the lower part of the city. Soon enough it would be raining. She sighed through her nose, beating herself up for not bringing an umbrella.

"After the Raccoon City incident, I had a hard time being around crowds. Sadly, it comes with the trauma. You have nothing to apologize for." Leon did his best to reassure, but he could tell behind Ashley's smile that she still wasn't taking his words to heart. He couldn't blame her. It took months of processing before Leon himself felt like he could walk among people, and not feel the pressing need to be on guard twenty four seven.

"I never got to ask," Ashley began while Leon gently pressed his hand against her upper back to guide her around a corner, leading them to the main park. "Do you see a therapist for any of the stuff you've been through?"

Leon chuckled, shaking his head while he made a face. He immediately took notice of Ashley's hesitance that lingered in her eyes after his bout.

"I promise I'm not laughing at your question, you just made me have an epiphany is all."

"What kind of epiphany?" Ashley smiled.

"Well," Leon sighed. "Being a government agent, I have all the resources in the world at my disposal but I haven't seen a therapist in years."

"Years?"

"You sound astounded."

"Well, yes. I mean--" Ashley bit the inside of her cheek, wondering how to best broach the topic. "I only got a taste of what you deal with all the time back in Spain. You know, with creepy monsters and zombies trying to kill you. It's messed me up a great deal. I can't imagine what's in your head. Not that I'm saying you're crazy or anything..."

Leon gave Ashley's right shoulder a gentle squeeze with his left hand and a pat before dropping it to his side. He shook his head and kept his gaze forward while observing how empty the park was.

"I'm not offended. Trust me, it takes a lot to get under my skin."

"Hence why you're good at your job."

They both chortled at the remark. Leon's mind began to linger on Ashley's words and then her question. He knew she was experiencing PTSD. He could tell from the way she carried herself. How her eyes were on constant alert. The hypervigilance couldn't be missed. Though he had questions, Leon decided not to pry. It wasn't his place to interrogate her. If Ashley wanted to talk about it more, she would.

"My mental health attendance is abysmal, but I still have a good relationship with my former therapist. Do you want me to put in a word for you?" Leon asked.

Ashley felt a weight being shrugged off her shoulders by his comment.

"That would be great, actually. My dad--bless him but also damn him--he's been pushing too many people on me. I know he cares, but I need to navigate this on my own. Preferably with people that understand what I went through because--"

"Most average folks won't understand."

"Exactly," Ashley agreed. "They can't comprehend it."

Cold droplets began to hit Ashley's skin. She shuddered and looked up and the rain began to pour. An exasperated groan escaped her, until she watched Leon take an umbrella out from an inner pocket of his jacket. He set it up and coaxed them both underneath the large object. She felt his arm wrap around her waist, smiling from the comfort that brought.

"You must think I'm whiny." She said while looking up at him.

"No," Leon smiled and shook his head. "The rain pisses me off too."

They both laughed. Ashley could feel the sides of her mouth hurting. She hadn't been that amused in a long time.

"Tell me about your major. Word is you're quite passionate about it."

"Oh," Ashley could feel her eyes brighten little by little when she registered that Leon was asking because he was legitimately curious. It wasn't something she often talked about. There was also a part of her that knew he purposefully changed the subject, so she'd be alright.

"What do you know about computers?"

"I know they're a pain in the ass." Leon laughed.

"Well, let me enlighten you on programming!"

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[grahamcarmen]

redcrackleweek2024: FEB 17/Day 7: Endings

Five years later and I'm still yours Ten years later and I'm still yours 50 years later and I'm still your Beginning and middle and end

#red crackle week 2024 #red crackle week #red crackle #red crackle thoughts #carmen x gray #carmen x graham #gray x carmen #graham x carmen #gifs #carmen sandiego 2019 #and if i canmake it i havea drabble but truly #they #still have me

[coryosbaby]

18+, MDNI !!

Thinkin’ about cockwarming with sub! Will </3 letting him slip inside u after a long day of work, turned on ur side comfortably in your bed and cuddling up against him. And he keeps trying to be quiet for u even though he’s hard as a rock and can’t stop himself from fucking into u when u sleep :(( maybe shooting his load “on accident” and letting it drip out around his cock, earning a not so friendly punishment when you see it gushing out of you and onto the sheets the next morning

#will graham #will Graham x reader #will Graham x fem! reader #will Graham smut #will Graham fanfic #will Graham blurb #will Graham Drabble #will Graham prompt #sub! Will Graham #dom! reader #Hannibal #Hannibal fanfic #will graham Hannibal

[hyruleforests]

sudden urge to write a (longer) hannigram fic. like set in season 3 hannibal in prison will and molly. really cause i have so many thoughts about how their (will and molly's) relationship played out and how will coped with everything not to mention HANNIBAL. ugh. do i open google docs....

#nbc hannibal #hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannigram #will graham #molly graham #fic writing #i haven't properly written in so long #only drabbles here and there yknow #damien whispers

[gtgbabie0]

Hello :) could we please have cute moment between Ashley and Reader, it could be Ashley admiring reader while they work out or it could be they both painting together.

- Ashley Graham x reader

This is so cute!! <3

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Ashley has been staring for a while now, she should be working, or at least doing something productive but how could she when you look so pretty sitting underneath the warm sun painting away, your sleeves rolled up to your elbows, and she watches as you use your fingers to smudge the orange paint then using the paintbrush to smooth it out.

She honestly can’t believe how talented you are, sitting there painting the flowery scenery of your back garden, making sure to include the little gnomes that she had brought, and it makes her heart bloom with pride.

She walks over to you, her hand rubbing the expanse of your back making you sit up, “Make sure you take a break lovely” she smiles, leaning down to kiss your cheek, her hands moving in comforting circles against your shoulder blades and you groan slightly.

“Thank you” you smile, leaning your head back slightly to rest against her chest and she giggles looking down at you pressing another kiss to your forehead, “Do you like it so far?” You ask, watching as she looks over at the painting, she smiles nodding her head.

“It looks amazing,” she says, noticing the small details you’ve added like the handmade benches that Leon had built or the flower pots that Ashley’s mum gave her. You thank her softly, and you reach over to brush her hair out of her face softly.

Her hands cup your face, and she giggles noticing the small paint splatters that stain your face, “You’re covered in paint”

“Yeah, I was squeezing the bottle and it kinda just squirted everywhere” you inform her, and she reaches over to the wet wipes that you set aside for your hands, taking out a clean one.

Ashley cups your jaw softly in her hands, her fingers against your cheek as she wipes away the paint with the wipe, and you’re so close you can feel her body's warmth.

“There you go” she smiles her thumb caressing your cheek, “Beautiful as always” she compliments, and you go all bashful at her loving words, she leans down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“I’ll go get you something to drink and a snack,” she says, her thumb grazes along your jaw and you nod, softly thanking her as you watch her walk away to the kitchen, she soon returns with a glass of water and some chocolate and you couldn’t be more grateful.

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[wonhoissofine]

Will shocking Hannibal by showing up at his office unannounced, covered in sweat, apologizing for the intrusion and telling Hannibal that he doesn’t know how he got there.

Hannibal doesn’t care, he thinks Will’s most beautiful when his emotions are raw. Grabs Will by the back of the neck as he watches him nod feverishly when Hannibal asks if it was: “a bad dream..?”.

Hannibal smiling as he rubs his hands down the sides of Will’s head and neck, whispering that he was okay and that he’s there. Feeling ELATED when Will leans his head onto his shoulder as he makes his way through another mild seizure.

Hannibal trying not to sound happy as he talks to Will knowing he will remember his voice and nothing else. Always happy to know a plan is working.

“I’m here. See? No one else. Just me and you.” Grabbing Will’s face in one hand and using the other to cup the back of his neck again and acting as if he’s never even thought of doing such a thing when Will gains consciousness an hour later.

“All better now?” His voice hazy as he watches from his chair as Will’s eyes scanter around the room before leaning forward and brushing his hand against his neck in the pretense of checking his fever.

“You had an episode. Nothing too bad but…nothing is going to hurt you.” He leaned back to rest comfortably in his chair and watched as Will fought to either give in or ignore his blatant manipulation. He knows Will would question why he heard him but doesn’t remember ever leaving his bed. Knows that Will is apprehensive of the situation because he was just feeding his dogs. Know that Will is breaking and needs a constant thing for balance.

“Not with me here…”

Hannibal’s willing to become that constant.

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brain juice has been absorbed!!! how about ftm reader is ovulating, and is just BEGGING to be bred by will and hannibal? his poor pussy is just leaking, and his own fingers arent enough to make him feel good :(

his two lovers take turns breeding him all day, makin sure they pump him full of cum. the poor boy is all overstimulated and ruined by their thick cocks<3

obivously they give him so much aftercare, jus drowning their pretty little boyfriend in priase

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yesyesyesyes!!! this is such a fun request, i hope you have half as much fun reading it as i did writing it lol... here we go!!!

ovulating ftm!reader x will graham and hannibal lecter!

cw: ftm reader, ovulation mention, possible dysphoria, ftm reader gets his breasts fondled/reader is pre- top surgery, double penetration, no condom/cum inside/anal and vaginal creampies, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praise kink, anal and vaginal fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, threesome and use of words: cock, t-cock, clit, pussy, cunt, hole, slit, folds… etc etc… and aftercare of course!

you'd been miserably horny all morning, waking up with your pussy already drooling. both of your lovers were busy with work, so that left you in hannibal's sprawling house all alone. you'd tried your fingers all morning; one, two, and three… but nothing worked. you could tell that something was going on; you were only this drippy when you were ovulating. if only will and hannibal were home; but you had to wait a few more hours. so fingering it was. you couldn't remember where you'd put your sex toys when you'd moved into hannibal's house with him. will was thinking about moving in too; he was there enough. he just wanted to make sure there was enough room for his dogs, and a suitable place for all of his fishing gear.

desperate for release, you texted hannibal with one hand, knowing that he only had a couple of appointments today… he'd most likely be home before will. you asked him when he'd be home and he told you what you'd expected; a couple hours.

so you were forced to finger your slick, throbbing pussy all by yourself. you were whiny and frustrated, two fingers in your ass and two in your pussy when hannibal arrived home from his last appointment. he chuckled at you, looking at your position with amusement. as you noticed him, you felt a warmth wash over your skin, making you even more needy.

"so, this is why you needed me so bad," hannibal said with a sly grin, watching you as you slowly continued. you were face-down with one arm beneath you reaching up to finger your pussy, the other arm over your back and reaching to finger your ass. hannibal approached you as you whined out your response, starting to undo his belt and zipper. he pulled you closer to him by your hips; you continued fingering yourself as he dry-humped your bare ass with his clothed cock. you could feel it getting harder as he began grinding against you. "good boy, keep touching yourself for me," hannibal praised, sounding proud of his little whore. "you're so needy today, my love," he purred at you. "i'm not sure if i'll be enough to satisfy you… but then again, i'm sure my needy pet won't be able to wait for will, would he?"

you whimpered, fingering yourself harder. it really wasn't enough, it wouldn't be enough until you had two cocks inside you filling you to the brim with cum. "i need your cock," you whined out, your brain turned to mush in your needy, dick-drunk stupor.

hannibal chuckled, starting to pull his cock out of his underwear. when you pulled your fingers away to make room for him, he made sure you left the ones in your ass. in lieu of a butt plug, you assumed. he pressed the head of his cock against your drooling pussy, slowly pushing it in. his cock was thick, stretching wider than the two fingers you'd had in, but slipping in with ease since you'd worked yourself open already. you groaned out deeply, your free hand gripping the sheets beneath you as he sunk himself into you. "oh, god…" you murmured. his cock was always a treat; it was long, with a nice girth. it always filled you up so deeply. will's cock was shorter, but had a little more girth. the perfect combination of their cocks was hannibal in your pussy and will in your ass; that always made you lose your mind. but for now, you'd have to make do with your fingers instead of will.

hannibal held himself inside you for a moment, holding your hips with one hand while the other reached up and fondled one of your breasts, pinching and teasing at your nipple. "how do you feel now, my darling?" hannibal asked you, watching your blissed-out expression.

"so, so good," you managed to whimper, steadily working up to moving your fingers in your ass again. you stopped once hannibal started moving his hips, your knees starting to get weak and your arm getting tired. you held it in place whule hannibal started to rock his hips into you, thrusting in a way that made your breasts bounce. your face went warm; typically this was very embarrassing for you, but your lovers always made you feel perfect and confident.

"let's get you more comfortable, then," hannibal said, replacing your fingers with his and letting you get into a more comfortable position, fucking into you nice and slow while his fingers massaged inside your ass. you moaned in satisfaction, letting more muscles relax as he fucked into you lovingly. "you're doing so well, look at you take my cock so deep," hannibal purred at you, groping your ass with his free hand. he slowly began to increase his speed and force as you got needier. he pulled you closer and sheathed himself deep inside you; so deep, you thought you could feel him in your stomach. he added another finger into your ass and started fingering you roughly.

"oh!… o-oh, fuck, that's good." you whined out, arms folded on the bed in front of you and your face buried against them. the force of him fingering you made your body lurch forward with every thrust. you grunted and groaned out as he finger-fucked your ass; it made your pussy throb and clench around his cock. you could feel yourself inching toward a climax, your pussy was dripping down your inner thighs and they were starting to tremble."so, so good," you repeated, starting to drool on your arm. hannibal could tell you were getting closer; he pulled his cock out of your pussy and slipped it into your ass, sheathing it in and making you almost cry. he felt so good, and he knew perfectly how to fuck you. it was insane.

hannibal fucked your ass and reached around to your clit, swirling his finger around it. your t-cock was swollen and sensitive, and his touch was able to send you over the edge. you whined out as he thrusted one last rough time inside your ass, spilling his cum deep inside you. that last thrust made you cum hard, squirting buckets all over your inner thighs and soaking the sheets beneath you. "yes, yes, oh fuck, yes!" you gasped out as your legs shook with the force of your orgasm.

hannibal let you ride it out before he pulled his cock out of your ass slowly, rubbing your sides and easing you down onto the bed in a comfortable position. he praised and petted on you as you relaxed and came down from your high. "you did so well, dear," he told you as he led you into the bathroom to clean you off.

hannibal got undressed after he set you in the hot water he'd drawn for you, climbing into the large tub with you and settling you onto his lap. it had been barely fifteen minutes since you'd cum and you already felt needy again; truly, your sex drive was wildly high right now. thankfully, this typically amused hannibal, and he had a rather small refractory period as well. this wasn't the first time you'd proposed a day full of fucking, and surely wouldn't be the last. after hannibal massaged your sore muscles and got you cleaned up a bit, you began grinding your pussy down against his cock in the water. it felt so good just brushing between your slit.

"already ready for round two?" he chuckled, leaning in to pull your nipple into his mouth, playing with it between his teeth. you groaned, nodding, your hands exploring his chest and teasing his nipples in return. "so impatient… can't even let will join in for our second go-around?" he teased, slurping on your breasts and starting to leave little love marks.

you reached down and slid hannibal's cock back up into your pussy, slowly but surely. your eager hole took him in easily. you sat firmly down on his lap, his cock balls-deep inside you. "fuck, that's good," you groaned, wiggling your hips to allow your pussy to re-adjust. and as soon as it did, hannibal's hands held your hips tight and started to bounce you on his cock. it made you feel weightless when he did this, made you feel so confident when he stared hungrily at your breasts or even leaned in and licked or sucked on them. hannibal was such a good lover, along with will, whose presence you longed for. you were so needy; soon you'd need them both to even have a chance at getting off.

hannibal rode you on his cock for a good little while and sucked on your nipples until you came on his cock again, throwing your head back and moaning out as you held the sides of the bathtub to stabilize yourself. hannibal held you firmly as you rode out your highs together, filling you up a second time as your pussy clenched around his cock. being filled up again made you groan; you always loved the feeling of your lovers filling you to the brim with their cum. you leaned forward and let him hold you against his chest for a bit before the two of you actually got properly cleaned up and got out of the tub.

"i'll be out in a minute, my dear, i think i hear my phone ringing," hannibal said to you as he kissed your forehead, slipping on some pajama pants as he went into the bedroom to answer his phone.

you heard keys in the front door; you were too excited to put anything on because you knew it was will.

you basically attacked him with a hug, making him chuckle. "quite the outfit choice," he commented playfully, looking you up and down. you brought his lips to yours in a deep, needy kiss. your sexual stamina had already refilled, and you wanted him so badly.

"we just got out of the bath," you told him, starting to pull his coat off of him, breathless, kissing him roughly. he kept chuckling at you.

"you're so needy today," he teased, playfully kissing you back as he held you against him. "let me at least get the door closed, dear," he said, you begrudgingly allowing him to do so.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him, his hands going to grope your ass with his rugged hands. you started tugging his clothes off of him again as he led you into the dining room, lifting you up onto the table and spreading your legs. you were so excited when your lovers knew exactly what you wanted, when they just got straight into it. there was a specific deliciousness to waiting for it, to the nice and slow passion… but god, what you wanted right now was to be plowed hard and fast, over and over and over.

will kept kissing you hard as he dropped his pants and you took his cock eagerly out of his underwear. he groaned at the feeling of your hand on his length, his hands going up to grope at your sides and your chest. you gave him a nice, slow handjob as two of his fingers slipped into your already-wet cunt. he groaned out at how wet you were for him, grinning warmly against your lips. "you're so good for me, always ready to take me, aren't you?" he growled into you ear, nipping at your earlobe playfully.

"yes, will, i need you so bad," you whined at him. "i need you to fill me up," you told him as you heard hannibal's slow footsteps behind you. he walked around the table, giving will a deep kiss as will fingered you. you watched them kiss, whining. the sight of them touching each other always turned you on and made you jealous in equal amounts. hannibal whispered something in will's ear, standing behind him and starting to rub his sides and stroke will's cock. this allowed you to lay back and relax, letting will stick a third finger in and start to play with your t-cock. it was still sensitive, and made your legs start to tremble. "oh, right there!" you said, laying back and putting your feet up on the table to give will better access to you. you laid there in bliss, eyes falling closed as will worked his fingers up into you, curling them up and hitting that special spot he was so good at hitting. before long, you were squirting on his fingers, eyes shooting open to reveal that hannibal was fucking will's ass, and hard. will was some kind of super hero to be getting fucked like that and still able to make you squirt so hard. "oh, fuck.. that's hot," you giggled, blissed out from your orgasm. will grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against his lap, sliding his cock up into your pussy.

"yes, right there, don't stop," you heard will whisper to hannibal. will's hips moved with the force of hannibal's thrusts, making him thrust into you. he held you close against him, keeping himself inside you as he was fucked into. soon you were overstimulated to the point that you came on his cock, the force of your orgasm milking his cum into your pussy, and hannibal's into will's asshole. the three of you stood there panting for a bit, kissing and massaging each other until you retired into the bedroom for another round. at your begging, of course.

"c'mon, just one more time?" you whined at the two of them; they shared a little smirk and helped you get into your favorite position. hannibal beneath you, his cock sliding up into your waiting pussy, and will behind you. will's fingers worked your asshole back open before he slid his cock in. it was so perfect, the combination of their cocks in your holes. you sat there for a second as your holes adjusted to their girth, and when you gave the nod, they started moving. you moaned near constantly as will and hannibal's cocks worked in and out of you. after the day you'd had being filled up, it was almost to intense for you, making you see stars as they groped and kissed on yo, and each other. they took turns in speed and intensity, and will came first, filling your ass to the brim. his cum spilled out of you and dripped down your legs when he pulled his cock out.

"your ass looks so good like that," will said, as hannibal thrusted roughly up into you, hard and fast, the sound of your wet, gushy pussy echoing through the room. "you're so, so good at taking two cocks at once," will told you as he slid his cock back inside you; it squelched as he used his own cum as lube. you felt yourself cum as he slid his cock up to the hilt and slapped your ass just hard enough to leave a mark.

your holes clenched up and made hannibal cum deep into your cunt. both of your lovers held you close as they finished pumping you full of cum, the three of you moaning in pleasure and almost collapsing in a pile as waves of exhaustion washed over you. hannibal and will managed to help you back to the other bathroom, drawing a bath in the bigger tub that the three of you could soak in and relax. hannibal was the first to recover and brought back some water and chocolates for everyone to tide you all over until dinner.

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