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Please draw a Hydra!Cap and Winter!Soldier (NSFW???) picture if you feel like it! There aren't enough and your style is perfect for such an artwork. m-( ._.)m

Hi! Thank you ^___^

I’m just not into that concept. I mean, I don’t really like Winter Soldier and i can only tolerate Hydra Steve with Tony! Sorry1

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I can ship bottom!Steve with LITERALLY anyone

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Dont usually post any commissions but this one is VERY RELATED to my current interests

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Captain Hydra likes those star wars movies

*тут дрочащий смайлик*

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Clench your teeth and think about Inquisition, Commander.

Very dubious consent

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Request #10

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Illustration to ff

Post-trespasser, Cullen continues taking lyrium

Фик здесь

Пожалуйста, читайте предупреждения в шапке)

Оставляйте автору комменты, ему будет приятно =)

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FuchYeahMages Fest

I ship them so hard T________T

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Yeah, and also this one.

Magical Water Plants of the Mediterranean. iykwim

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Errr….

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Request #9

Very NSFW

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And here comes king of all kinks - spanKing! This is how they dealed up after “your-mabari-ate-my-favourite-shirt, Cullen!!!” incident. Cullen would never admit that he comes twice while Dorian gripped tight his neck and spanked him.

And Dorian thinks totally worth it.

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I’ve ruined my own life with this fic. So now i’m laying down on the floor and crying Some sketches to sooth my shippers nerve

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Hey, fellow-fannibals, we’re still going strong! Thank you for all your supportive messages,likes and reblogs! I promised you some hannigram <3

Sorry, it’s a bit NSFW

So did you miss red shivering Will and confident Hannibal with fragile teacup in his hands?

And that sleeve must be DIRTY and MARKED.

This is Will’s design ©

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Fuckfuckfuckfuck-

He’s so close. Right there. He doesn’t care anymore.

Hannibal’s jacket and tie had been hanging on the back of the door, innocent as you like, taunting Will with their softness.

It’d taken a whole two minutes’ pondering, having discovered them there when he’d excused himself from tea (fucking TEA), before he slid the jacket on over his shoulders, not daring to put the sleeves through just in case. Just to see. Just to know what it was like to wear something that cost more than his car. That was all. And then right back on the door. Except.

Fuck. It’d SMELLED like Hannibal. And it was surprisingly HEAVY, making it all too easy for his fired-up brain to make the connections and he was getting his dick out before he even fully realized he was hard.

And now, oh that innocent moment had long passed. Even the mildly dubious had bit the dust when, after stroking himself with his hand for a moment , the sleeve of the jacket had brushed against his length, causing the most agonizing and delightful ripple of sensation to lick up his spine. And now, as he thrust wetly into his hand, the sodden, sumptuous fabric making the most delicious friction against his cock, the tie having become entangled and now dangling from his other hand braced against the door as he listened to Hannibal humming along to some obscure (and likely tragic) composer, not twenty feet away.

It was all too easy to imagine Hannibal behind him, the scent of him surrounding Will entirely, the weight of the jacket becoming HANNIBAL’S weight, the humming a thrum against his ear as Hannibal worked Will’s cock from behind, taking in Will’s desperate, quiet gasps and abortive thrusts as he tries desperately not to make a sound.

He wanted to CRY it was so good, his fingers against the wood tap-tapping with the best and flexing on particularly good strokes - and yet, it’s not enough. He knows he’s been in here too long, Hannibal is going to worry soon. Maybe come looking for him. Maybe he’s already waiting outside the door with that wry, mock-disapproving look. Or actual one, once he discovered his ruined sleeve. Maybe he’ll want to talk about Will’s sexual history, fantasies, masturbation habits.

Will grunts with frustration, NEEDING to come but no closer to joy, the pleasure starting to edge into pain, now. God, he’s a wreck. There’s no salvaging this jacket, now. There’s no hiding what EXACTLY he had been up to in this tiny (well-appointed, of course) client bathroom.

A polite throat clearing, nearly outside the door. “I’m sorry, Will, but I seem to have left my jacket in there and there’s a client at the door. So I’m afriad the good doctor will need you to come out.”

But to Will’s distracted, lust-fueled brain, he heard “Will” … “come now” and gasped in relief as FINALLY his release was taken from him and he felt his thighs shake, his knees locking, hand scratching against the door as his toes curled and his DNA most assuredly ruined a bespoke suit. He breathed raggedly, scarcely believing he’d done such a thing let alone how to continue.

A shuffling of feet. “Nevermind, I’ll see them without it. Be back shortly.”

Will closed his eyes and leant his forehead against the cool grain of the door. Maybe, if he pressed hard enough, he’d become one with the wall.

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SRSLY? You wrote amazing fic to this too?! I truly have NO words to describe how i feel about it. You made me so happy and proud and also shy because this art’s not even that good! Your fic is fucking lovely and hot! I love my talented fannibal family, we’re an inspiration to each other! THANK YOU, DEAR!

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Ohhhh my god. 🎉 So. This exists and it is wonderful. Truly. Person A vs. Person B. Go. Who would be the one who would but this for their significant other and then conveniently forget to mention that they can control from like, a different continent if they needed to?

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SORRY NOT SORRY

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From drafts-5

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ВАЙ БЫ И НОТ

I’m here for bottom!Steve. Thank you for your attention. Have a nice friday, guys!