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Forgive Me Father, For I Wish To Sin

Author: ImpalaAngel

Artist: hughmikkelsen

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Cannibalism, Religious Trauma, Canon-compliant levels of violence

Tropes used: Priest!Hannibal, Priest!Will, Cannibalism, First Time, Gone Fishing, Hannibal is The Devil, How much whiskey can Will have before his ankles are in the air, Murder Family, Post-Fall Europe, Shattered Teacup, Voyeurism.

Ships: Hannibal/Will

Word Count: 105,635 words

Summary:

Think “Seven,” but sexy. Will and Hannibal find themselves on a yacht and sail to Italy to become priests of a local small town church with a history of corruption. They meet an enigmatic young woman and all three set out on a journey of self discovery: she by using her power for good, and they by realising the depths with which love can go. Of course, Italy is not without its own mysteries as Hannibal and Will kill and fuck their way from pride to sloth, their past catches up to them. Just how did they end up with Dr. DuMaurier’s leg on a table? And of course, they tie up a few red loose ends.

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Promo: Forgive Me Father, For I Wish To Sin

Author name: ImpalaAngel

Artist name: mishmikkelsen

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Cannibalism, Religious Trauma, Canon-compliant levels of violence

Tropes used: Priest!Hannibal, Priest!Will, Cannibalism, First Time, Gone Fishing, Hannibal is The Devil, How much whiskey can Will have before his ankles are in the air, Murder Family, Post-Fall Europe, Shattered Teacup, Voyeurism.

Ships: Hannibal/Will

Word Count: 103,000 words

Summary:

Think “Seven,” but sexy. Will and Hannibal find themselves on a yacht and sail to Italy to become priests of a local small town church with a history of corruption. They meet an enigmatic young woman and all three set out on a journey of self discovery: she by using her power for good, and they by realising the depths with which love can go. Of course, Italy is not without its own mysteries as Hannibal and Will kill and fuck their way from pride to sloth, their past catches up to them. Just how did they end up with Dr. DuMaurier’s leg on a table? And of course, they tie up a few red loose ends.

Posting Date: 8th November

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Ok, so…I lied in my last post, my best friend asked me to finish it so. Here. The boys, being soft (this took a bit longer than expected so reshares and comments are super appreciated!)

#Marcsteven #moon knight

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The hair tie

The long hair 🥰😍

#sebastian stan #long hair #hair tie

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SCREAM

The hair tie. Fucking hell. 🥵

Can you write an enemies to lovers fic with Bucky pweaseee☺️maybe with Bucky yelling at the reader making them upset but it ends with fluff? I love ur writing soo much btw u are one of my favorite fanfic authors😊💕💕

You Say it First

Pairing: Bucky x reader (Beefy!Bucky- enemies to lovers)

Word Count: 1,991

Summary: You and Bucky are on an undercover mission as a married couple and it's been a difficult adjustment...

Author's Note: Hey lovely! Thank you so much for your kind words and this request. I went the domestic fluff route with this but there is some real spice at the end because well, as usual I can't help myself. Hope you enjoy! Hugs! 🥰 Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics

Warnings: teasing, flirting, fluffy fun, tension, cursing, implied smut (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)

“Do you really have to work out right here?”

Bucky stops mid curl, his bicep muscle bulging and a long, pulsing vein running down his arm.

“Where do you want me to work out?” he asks, tone snarky.

“I don’t know…just somewhere else,” you start. “You’re all sweaty and noisy.”

“Am I distractin’ ya doll face?” he asks, his smirk growing as he continues his curls.

“You wish,” you scoff and take your coffee, shuffling down the hall into the bedroom with a roll of your eyes.

You grab your phone and text Nat. ‘He is insufferable! He works out in the living room while I’m trying to enjoy my coffee.’

Nat’s answer pops up almost immediately. ‘And you’re complaining why???’

You fling your phone to the bed and huff. “Ugh!”

Once you finish your coffee you quietly sneak back to the kitchen, peeking around the wall to see if Bucky is still there. When you see that the coast is clear you sigh with relief and rub your grumbly stomach, muttering about breakfast.

“Whatcha gonna make?”

You startle with a shriek. “Shit Barnes! Warn a girl will you!”

“Sorry doll,” he says quietly, having the decency to look a little sheepish. “I forget how quiet I am sometimes.”

As soon as your heart rate starts to settle it picks right back up when you get a look at him. He’s clearly fresh out of the shower, a towel slung low on his hips and small water droplets still sliding down his bare chest. You follow the path of one as it moves through the groove of muscle between his pecs and over his abs before disappearing into the fluff of the towel.

“Pancakes,” you whisper. “I’m starving.”

“So am I,” he winks. “Make me some. I’m gonna get dressed.”

With that he starts to walk away.

“A please would be nice! Jeez!” you yell after him. “You’re supposed to be my loving husband!”

He pokes his head back into the kitchen, the towel dangling from his hand as he says, “please doll, my sweet and amazing wife.”

You will your eyes to stay on his face, narrowing them as you nod but you let your gaze drop to his thigh and the distinct V shape that outlines his groin before he disappears again.

“Fuck,” you say to yourself as you start to make the pancakes. “Sweet and amazing wife my ass!”

“I can wash the dishes,” Bucky offers as you clean up after breakfast.

“Thanks, that would be great,” you answer, unable to hide the surprise on your face.

“Don’t look so shocked doll face. Other than working out in the living room I’m not that bad of a roommate.”

“I don’t know about thattttt,” you drawl but give him a smile and grab your kindle. “I’m gonna read for a bit.”

Bucky stares at your ass as you walk away, inwardly groaning when you lean over to readjust your slipper.

“Fucking hell,” he mumbles, grabbing his phone.

‘This is torture,’ he texts to Steve, dropping his head in his hands. ‘She’s always walking around in little shorts, or yoga pants or…’

‘And you’re complaining WHY???’ Steve replies back.

Bucky drops the phone to the counter with a grumble and starts to wash the dishes, his mind wandering to inappropriate thoughts.

“BUCKY! Did you forget to use a clip on the cereal bag again!” you screech, stomping over to the couch.

Bucky drops his book to his chest and his eyebrows draw together.

“What are you talking about?” he asks, disgruntled.

“The Cheerios are stale because you didn’t close them right and you didn’t use the clip and now I don’t have a snack!”

He sighs dramatically. “Not everyone can be as perfect as you all the time! I forgot!”

You drop the box on him and walk away.

“You just got Cheerios all over the couch!” he shouts and throws one at you.

“I swear Barnes if you start a food fight right now I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”

He hops off the couch and throws another Cheerio at you. It gets stuck in your hair.

“What doll face? What are you gonna do?” he asks, stepping in your space.

You can’t help your intake of breath, his scent surrounding you and making your brain hazy.

“I have to get ready. Clean it up yourself!” you tell him and turn on your heel.

He gently grabs your wrist. “Get ready for what?”

“Like it’s any of your business,” you sass.

“As your husband I think it is!” he counters, pulling you closer.

Your mouth lifts into a smirk and you plant your hands on his chest. “In your dreams Barnes!”

With a twinkle of your fingers, you saunter off to the bedroom.

Bucky sits himself back on the couch and tries to concentrate on his book but he finds himself reading the same page over and over. He finally closes his eyes and lays his head back, placing the book over his face.

Your heels clicking on the floor drag him from his half-asleep daze and he sits up.

His eyes darken when they drink you in, his gaze hungry as it moves from your head to your toes. He rises from the couch; his movements deliberate as he stalks toward you. Once again he invades your space, his hard chest brushing yours with every breath he takes.

He reaches up and fingers the thin strap of your dress, his calloused skin rough against the silky smoothness of yours. The strap falls and he brushes his fingertips down your arm and across your collarbone.

“You can’t go out like this,” he growls.

You’re so caught up in his touch that it takes you a moment to realize what he said to you.

“Like hell I can Barnes!” you yell. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

Before he can continue his rant you grab your bag and slam the door shut. Thankfully, Nat pulls up just in time.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she asks. “You look flustered.”

“I need a drink,” is the only answer you give her.

The bar is busy when you arrive, the music and drinks flowing. After your first glass of prosecco, you’re feeling a light buzz and you start grumbling under your breath.

Nat’s eyebrow shoots up. “What are you going on about?”

“Can you believe he told me I couldn’t go out like this?! Who the fuck does he think he is? I don’t belong to him!”

Nat’s eyebrows move higher the longer you talk and her mouth curves into a smile.

“You want him.”

“What?” you gasp. “I DO NOT.”

“Keep telling yourself that babe,” she smirks.

Steve watches as Bucky paces around the living room.

“Can you believe she thinks it’s safe to go out and look like that?” Bucky asks as he kicks at nothing on the floor.

“Like what?” Steve asks, his grin widening.

“Like the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen,” Bucky sighs and falls onto the couch. “FUCK!”

“You’ve cursed about ten times since I’ve been here. Language,” Steve chides.

“FUCK!” Bucky groans again, sliding his hand down his face in exasperation. “What if someone tries to touch her?”

Steve gets up and stands over Bucky. “I think she can handle herself just fine Buck. And besides, it’s not for you to worry about. This is all pretend for a mission right?”

Bucky glances at Steve through his fingers but doesn’t answer.

“I knew it!” Steve cheers, clapping his hands together.

Bucky still doesn’t answer and when he continues to lay there in silence, Steve kicks his foot.

“What the hell are you waiting for pal? Go get her!”

By the time Bucky arrives you’re halfway through your third drink and your mind is completely occupied by lascivious thoughts of your ‘husband.’

“What the fu…?”

Nat turns her head at your exclamation and promptly hops off the barstool.

“See you later babe,” she croons and leaves you there.

Bucky walks over and your mind goes blank. His dark jeans hug his thick thighs and his button down is pulled tight across his chest, the buttons looking like they might pop off any second. He runs a hand through his long hair and you can’t help but swoon over the hair tie that circles his wrist.

Fuck.

“Hey baby doll,” he murmurs.

“Hi,” you breathe out, your thoughts a befuddled mess.

“What are you doing here?” you manage to ask, audibly swallowing when he sits down and drags your barstool between his spread thighs.

“I wanted to apologize,” he begins. “I shouldn’t have said that to you when you were leaving. It came out wrong.”

“What I mean to say is,” he continues, stumbling over his words. “I just…I think….”

“Wow Buck. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this,” you tease, giggling when mutters a curse. “It’s really cute.”

He drops his head and a stray strand of hair falls in front of his face. You reach out and tuck it behind his ear, lifting his gaze to yours.

“You were saying?”

His large hand settles on your knee and he grazes his fingers up your thigh.

“It’s been torture putting up this façade for the last few weeks…you have no idea how badly…”

And that’s the last thing you hear before someone turns on the karaoke machine and starts singing badly and very loud.

Your face gives away the shock you feel at his words and he immediately starts waving his hands and trying to talk over the music. Neither of you can really hear anything so he just grabs your hand and pulls you toward the back door of the bar.

Once you’re outside he lets out a loud breath and starts pacing.

“I didn’t get to finish my sentence,” he says, looking over at you. “I have more to say.”

“Good,” you tell him. “Because for a second there I thought you were basically telling me how torturous it is to live with me and how badly you wanted to run away.”

He chuckles and moves closer, backing you against the wall of the bar and resting his hands on either side of your head.

“Quite the opposite really,” he murmurs. “Except for the torturous part.”

“Care to elaborate?” you ask, grabbing the collar of his shirt.

“Every time you walked by in those shorts or your yoga pants or just existed in my general space all I wanted to do was rip them off and bend you over the nearest piece of furniture.”

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth and tug him closer.

“And why didn’t you Bucky?”

“I wasn’t sure it was what you wanted. I mean you yelled at me over the cereal and working out in the living room and pretty much everything..."

You press a finger to his lips. "I get it,” you state. “But it was all a product of my frustration.”

“Frustration?”

“I was secretly hoping you’d bend me over every piece of furniture in the house.”

His eyes close and he licks his lips, tilting his head so that his nose bumps the spot just below your ear. He inhales and buries his face in your neck, trailing his lips feather light down your skin. His metal hand falls from the wall and dances along the skin of your inner thigh.

“Still torturing me baby doll,” he simpers when his eyes meet yours.

“But at least you can do something about it now,” you smirk and brush your lips to his.

“Fuck,” he growls, pressing you harder into the wall with his hips.

“Exactly Barnes. Let’s please. NOW.”

His metal fingers inch higher and when they meet the wet patch on your underwear you feel his cock throb though his jeans.

“This is all I’ve fucking thought about for the last month,” he whispers before ripping the fabric from your hips.

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Tom Hiddleston - ‘Thor: The Dark World’ Hollywood Premiere (2013)

#he can't he bi he rides a motorcycle #tom hiddleston #beatsheetposting

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I never thought that a hair tie would do such intense things to me, but here we are.

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THIS IS A FUCKING BLESSED POST AND I LOVE YOU SO!

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I neeeeeeeeeed it. Like yesterday.

I may or may not have (def did) stare at this for 10 minutes before posting it!🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

#sebastian stan #long hair #hair tie thirst

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the more marvel content i watch the more i realize that sam and bucky are just chilling, building boats

#sambucky #sam #sam wilson #bucky #bucky barnes #they're just like: that seems like a you problem

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Tom Holland and Zendaya Answer Fan Questions

#when he's right he's right

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The Amazing Spider-Man (2012) dir. Marc Webb

#god this kiss though #their chemistry is unbelievable #but I WILL cry #tasm #andrew garfield

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My heart hurts

SenD HElp

Tweet: https://twitter.com/TricksyLiesmith/status/997200465103392769

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #Chris evans #cap

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TOM HOLLAND on Hot Ones and the TEN (10) LEVELS OF HOT SAUCES

#i love him so much #tom holland #hot sauce

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#jefferson my beloved #Sebastian Stan

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“I made you a bracelet that says Mack-attack, do you want it now?” +

#i love this pair #seb knows exactly what's coming #and anthony is so offended #god i love them

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A concept: Peter decides to do Wrong Answers Only with the Avengers because his TikTok followers demand it.

So he goes up to Bruce, hand out for a handshake, and says, “Wrong answers only,” when Bruce hesitantly starts to reach back.

“Oh,” Bruce says, and then puts his toast, peanut butter side down, in Peter’s hand.

“………..Thanks,” Peter says when Bruce just smiles at him, because apparently this is going to set the tone for this series.

—

“Wrong answers only,” Peter says, holding his hand out to Steve.

Steve stares at him, bewildered, then leans in and sets his chin on Peter’s hand.

“Oh! That’s… weird,” Peter says.

“It’s the wrongest thing I could come up with that wouldn’t get me in trouble,” Steve deadpans.

“Are you still in trouble for yeeting me?”

“I am still in so much trouble for yeeting you,” Steve confirms.

—

“Wrong answers only,” Peter says, holding his hand out.

Bucky wordlessly leans in and bites his hand. Peter screams, and the rest of the video is him screaming as he’s chased through the halls.

—

“Mr. Falcon sir,” Peter says, hesitantly putting his hand out to him. “Wrong answers only.”

“Is this why Barnes chased you down the halls?” Sam asked. “Are you scared I’m going to bite you?”

“Yes,” Peter answered truthfully.

Sam nodded in understanding, reaching out to take his hand. Then he turned, using all his strength to fling him across the room and into the couch.

Peter screamed until he hit the cushions, then bounced back up, sprinting from the room. “I’M TELLING!!!”

“If I can convince Pepper you deserved it, I won’t get in trouble,” Sam called after him. “I’m very convincing by the way! Pepper thinks I’m a voice of reason!”

—

“Wrong answers only,” Peter says, holding his hand out to Thor.

Tour stares at him, then moves to put a beer in his open hand.

“NO!!!!!” Steve shouts, tackling him before he can.

“Well, it was a wrong answer,” Peter breathes as he sprints out of the common room to the sound of the two blonds wrestling violently.

—

“Natasha, wrong answers only,” Peter says, holding his hand out to her.

She blinks at him in surprise, then reaches out to take his hand and turn him in a delicate circle, as if they’d been dancing the entire time.

“Oh,” Peter squeaks, flushed bright red, and leaves as quickly as he came, embarrassed for reasons he doesn’t understand.

—

“Clint, wrong answers only,” Peter says, holding his hand out to him.

Clint makes very direct eye contact with him and grabs his hand. He doesn’t let go even as he returns his attention to the TV.

“………..Um,” Peter began.

“You’re stuck here, Peter,” Clint deadpans, and Peter finds, to his horror, that his grip strength has nothing on Clint’s.

—

“Mr. Stark,” Peter says, holding his hand out to him. “Wrong answers only.”

Tony stares back at him, silent. Peter refuses to back down, keeping his hand held out. They stare at each other in silent challenge, waiting for the other to break.

Then Tony, very slowly, takes Peter’s hand, lifts it to his face. Then he pulls Peter’s hand back and forces him to slap him across the face.

“Peter, how could you do that?” Tony asks, eyes wide and hurt, as if he has not physically forced this.

Peter gapes at him, appalled, then bellows, “Mr. Stark how could you?!”

“You asked for a wrong answer,” Tony deadpans, hurt expression falling, and Peter screams in outrage.

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Tom Holland reacts to Cherry | British GQ

#i love him your honor