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Anonymous: Hannigram, conjugal visit.

(I’m a little nervous bc i’m still new to writing Hannigram, so bear with me)

Will doesn’t really know what to think when he’s told that he’ll be allowed a 12 hour conjugal visit with Hannibal. They’re partners, they had been before this, but now it’s different. And somehow the outside world all thinks it’s normal—like they’re doing Will a favor even by allowing this—to assume he’d want to be in the prison version of a run down motel room with Hannibal.

He’s not going to have sex with him, he tells himself and grits his teeth. He is not going to let Hannibal control him again, just as he has started to feel like him again. There’s a storm raging in Will now, and it’s heading toward Hannibal; he wants to destroy everything that Lector has carefully built, down to the very foundation.

And he really wasn’t going to give in, but the visits through bars where he can’t feel him, can’t reach out and decide if he wants to become his own brand of killer by wrapping his hands around his throat or to grab him and kiss him, to wrap himself up in what he knows is an illusion just because Hannibal makes him feel safe and needed.

"I’m glad to have this time with you, Will," Hannibal states softly when they’re alone together, and he had thought about all the things he would say. He thought about using this time to lure out information to use against Hannibal, he had had resolve until Hannibal touches him. And he had forgotten how the doctor had groomed him into bending to his every touch, how every cell sings out that this is home.

And Will can’t help it, he bites his tongue and lets himself fall under him against the stiff mattress because deep down he knows how much he has missed this. And he damn well knows what Hannibal had done to him, but his empathetic gift doesn’t fail him when he also knows that there is something genuine to the touches, to the look of adoration in Hannibal’s eyes.

As Hannibal takes him, Will wrapped around him and arching toward him like he’s the damned sun, Will sinks back into that insanity where the world was alright and safe and Hannibal had been protection. Because those statements had been an illusion, but he realizes as Hannibal leans his forehead against his, gently rocking into him, that Hannibal does love him. And it’s so fucked up, so twisted, but this Hannibal’s genuine form of love.

And he wonders what’s more fucked up: that Hannibal’s love involves framing him for his own murders, or that Will knows he loves him too.

Anonymous: Team Red shower? I think you can make it happen...

(OHOHO I CAN INDEED. NSFW.)

Peter is going to have to start showering at night, he thinks, as he’s crammed against the cold shower wall. He shivers and can’t help but scowl and push back against the merc who is shamelessly trying to hog the entire stream of hot water. Because every time he announces he’s going to shower, Wade ends up naked and at some point Matt feels obligated to join.

Three grown men do not fit well into a small apartment shower.

"Wade, move over," Peter hisses before feeling firm hands on his waist. All he wants to do is just wash off the grime and sweat from being a good superhero, but instead he has to worry about not slipping and cracking his head open when someone is pulling him against their chest.

"Peter, you’re not exactly a statue in here, either," Matt points out and Peter cranes his neck to look back and see Matt crammed up against the opposite wall of the shower with his red hair soaked against his forehead. It’s a good look for him, he has to admit, and alright maybe Peter isn’t too opposed to showering with his boyfriends when he gets to watch the shower water run down their muscles and he thinks about lapping the droplets up with his tongue—

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Back in Town [NSFW Marvel Red Team]

arrafrost:

Anonymous asked you: “MRT take your pic, 1) picture day 2) stolen car 3) old boyfriend comes to town”

WHY NOT ALL THREE?

Words: 6144
Rating: Explicit

Preview: A part of him told him that he should be jealous. That he should be monopolizing what was his… though who that was… Peter wasn’t entirely sure. But here he was, getting both of them on a slightly unsanitary platter that was Wade’s furniture. He wasn’t exactly going to turn this opportunity down.

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Don’t mind me I’m just hyperventilating because I forgot how hot Arra’s porn is—how have I survived this long without her porn?? And dear god threesome smut I read the majority of this fic with my hands covering my mouth just whispering “oh my god, oh my god”

But onto more constructive fangirling. Arra no one quite writes Deadpool as fantastically as you do, your Wade will forever be my favorite. The banter in this was so flawless that I can’t stand it. And Peter and Matty were so perf too, like you nailed their dynamics so well. And to be quite honest with you I’m pretty sure that the hottest part of this fic was Matt and Wade going at it, I seriously felt like Peter bc holy hell that is hot. And it totally satisfied my love for bottom!Wade with a perfect mix of top!Wade.

tl;dr: GOD DAMN THAT WAS HOT.

[NSFW Sciles]

((my writing is so rusty and i’m so sorry this is probably so awful but just a short thing inspired by this! it’s been pretty much forever since i’ve written porn so count this as practice))

It had happened before. More frequently when they were younger and new hormones had started to rush through them with no outlet. At first it had started as curiosity, they had been 13 and best friends who had seen each other naked to the point it became entirely normal.

It had been awkward; they had watched porn together and snuck glances at each other, faces both going bright red. It had really been a matter of who was going to reach over and touch the other first—it had been Scott, actually, much to both of their surprise when Stiles has always been so eager and awful with boundaries.

But over the years, they both had started to grow up and the awkward, desperate touches stopped in favor of pining over girls that would never notice either of them. Scott and Stiles are just best friends who maybe have jerked each other off more than a few times because they’re just really close. They both tell themselves that, and joke about it to each other with nervous laughter.

Over the years, people come and go in their lives. Scott’s dad, Stiles’ mom, other friends (and Allison, now, who Stiles had really thought had been the one for Scott, and god does he hurt when Scott hurts. He can feel himself ripping apart when he watches Scott mourn violently, until his body is racked with sobs and his throat his tearing with her name.) Even when people flit in and out of their lives, they have each other.

There’s no Scott without Stiles.

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Anonymous: Omg more Sciles porn please (´∀`)♡

theteenagehorror:

ok

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bitchdere:

my brother told me about this Auto Rap app and it turns anything you say into a rap song and i recorded some of aoba moaning and well

iduro:

vagiants:

kittentay:

I want to write poems on your skin with my mouth.

Go to a doctor and dump your exorcist girlfriend why are straight people so crazy

exorcist girlfriend

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mmmameee:

i drew mattpeter///

thedorkyking:

what if jim and sebastian had a bet and sebastian loses the bet so he has to wear a vibrator to a meeting and every time he looks too comfortable, jim just turns it as high as possible then switches it off again and this happens so much that by the end of it, sebastian is just begging to cum and this ship will be the death of me