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beatrice. 19. sagittarius. ( main account ! )

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hi, im beatrice !! this is my main blog for talks, reblogs, & insert writings. my writing commonly may contain angst, death mention, and possibly other triggering topics. posts will be tagged as such but please intake media at own discretion. minors dni.

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claws and kisses …

pairing: logan howlett x f!reader tw: none, just fluffy word count: 1.5k ( give or take ) a/n: i have watched and rewatched deadpool & wolverine like 4 times. i love my boys ( but mostly logan )

you sighed contentedly as you nestled deeper into logan's warm embrace. the two of you were lounging on the worn leather couch in his cabin, a crackling fire casting a cozy glow over the rustic living room. outside, a gentle snow was falling, blanketing the wilderness surrounding the remote hideaway in pristine white.

it had been logan's idea to get away for the weekend, to escape the chaos of the x-mansion and have some uninterrupted time together. you'd jumped at the chance for a romantic getaway with the gruff but lovable mutant who had stolen your heart.

logan's strong arms were wrapped securely around you as you leaned back against his broad chest. one of his hands was lazily tracing patterns on your arm while the other cradled a bottle of beer. you held a steaming mug of hot cocoa, savoring the rich chocolatey aroma.

"this is nice," you murmured, tilting your head back to look up at logan. his rugged features were softened in the firelight, a rare contentment evident in his warm hazel eyes.

"mmm," he agreed, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "should've done this sooner."

you nodded in agreement, thinking back on how long it had taken the two of you to admit your feelings for each other. logan had been reluctant to pursue a relationship at first, worried about the dangers that came with his lifestyle. but you'd worn down his defenses, showing him that you could handle yourself and that the connection between you was worth taking a chance on.

a sudden gust of wind rattled the cabin windows, making you shiver slightly despite the cozy warmth inside. logan's arms tightened around you protectively.

"cold, darlin'?" he asked, a note of concern in his gruff voice.

you shook your head. "no, i'm perfect right here."

logan's chest rumbled with a low chuckle. he set his beer bottle down on the side table and brought his now-free hand up to gently stroke your hair. the tender gesture made your heart swell with affection.

you closed your eyes, relishing the feeling of logan's fingers running through your locks. he was always so careful with you, tempering his incredible strength to show a gentleness that few got to witness.

a stray strand of hair fell across your face, tickling your nose. before you could brush it away, logan's hand was there, calloused fingertips delicately sweeping the errant strands back.

you blinked your eyes open, gazing up at him with a soft smile. "my hero," you teased lightly.

logan rolled his eyes good-naturedly, but you caught the pleased glint in them. "can't have anything obstructing that pretty face of yours," he rumbled.

a warm blush spread across your cheeks at the compliment. even after months together, logan still had the ability to make you feel giddy with just a few gruff words of affection.

you set your cocoa mug down and shifted in logan's arms, turning to face him. reaching up, you traced the sharp line of his jaw, feeling the scratch of stubble beneath your fingertips. logan's eyes fluttered closed at your touch, a contented sigh escaping him.

"i love seeing you like this," you murmured. "so relaxed, guard down."

logan's eyes opened, meeting your gaze with an intensity that made your breath catch. "only with you, darlin'," he said softly.

your heart swelled at his words. you knew how rare it was for the battle-hardened wolverine to let anyone past his gruff exterior. the fact that he trusted you enough to be vulnerable meant everything.

unable to resist any longer, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his in a tender kiss. logan responded immediately, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as he deepened the kiss. you melted into him, reveling in the feeling of safety and belonging you always felt in his arms.

when you finally parted for air, logan rested his forehead against yours. "what did i do to deserve you?" he murmured, voice husky with emotion.

you smiled, running your fingers through his wild hair. "you're you," you said simply. "that's more than enough."

logan's arms tightened around you, pulling you more firmly against his broad chest. you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, breathing in his masculine scent of leather, pine, and bourbon

for a long while, the two of you simply held each other, basking in the intimacy of the moment. the crackling of the fire and the soft whisper of snow against the windows were the only sounds breaking the peaceful quiet.

eventually, logan shifted slightly, prompting you to lift your head and meet his gaze questioningly.

"your hair's a mess," he said with a fond smirk, reaching up to smooth down your tousled locks.

you laughed softly. "i wonder whose fault that is?"

logan's smirk widened as he continued to run his fingers through your hair, gently working out any tangles. his touch was so tender, such a contrast to the deadly weapons normally concealed beneath his skin.

you hummed in contentment, practically purring under his ministrations. logan chuckled lowly.

"if i'd known playing with your hair would make you this happy, i'd have done it much sooner," he teased.

you opened your eyes, not having realized you'd closed them. "mmm, well now you know for next time," you said with a cheeky grin.

logan's expression softened, his hazel eyes warm with affection. "there's gonna be a lot of next times, darlin'," he said.

your breath caught at the implications of his words. logan wasn't one for flowery declarations or grand gestures, but in his own way, he was promising you a future together.

"i like the sound of that," you whispered, voice thick with emotion.

logan's hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. you leaned into his touch, overcome with love for this complex, incredible man.

a myriad of emotions flickered across logan's face - vulnerability, hope, and a fierce protectiveness that made your heart race. then he was pulling you close, claiming your lips in a kiss that left you breathless.

when you parted, logan rested his forehead against yours once more. "i love you," he whispered roughly. "more than i ever thought possible."

tears of joy pricked at your eyes. logan didn't say those words often, making them all the more precious when he did.

"i love you too," you replied, pouring all of your emotion into those four simple words. "so much."

logan's answering smile was radiant, chasing away the last lingering shadows in his eyes. in that moment, you knew without a doubt that no matter what challenges lay ahead, the two of you would face them together.

as if to seal that unspoken promise, logan leaned in for another kiss. this one was slower, deeper, filled with all the words left unsaid between you. you wound your arms around his neck, pressing yourself as close to him as possible.

a sudden gust of wind caused the fire to flare, sending shadows dancing across the walls of the cabin. but wrapped in each other's arms, lost in the taste and feel of one another, you and logan were oblivious to anything beyond your own little world.

when you finally came up for air, you were both breathing heavily. logan's pupils were dilated, a look of hunger in his eyes that sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. but there was tenderness there too, a depth of emotion that never failed to take your breath away.

"what do you say we take this somewhere more comfortable?" logan growled, voice low and husky.

you bit your lip, pretending to consider. "i don't know... i'm pretty comfy right here," you teased.

logan's eyes narrowed playfully. "that so?"

before you could react, he was standing, scooping you up into his arms as if you weighed nothing. you let out a surprised squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"logan!" you laughed as he carried you towards the bedroom.

he smirked down at you, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "still comfy?"

you nodded, nestling closer to his broad chest. "always, when i'm with you."

logan's expression softened at your words. he paused in the doorway of the bedroom, gazing down at you with such love and tenderness that it made your heart ache.

"i'm the luckiest man alive," he murmured, pushing a few stray strands of hair out of your face.

you leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips. "we're both lucky," you whispered against his mouth.

logan smiled - a real, genuine smile that lit up his entire face. then he was carrying you into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind you.

as logan laid you gently on the bed, gazing down at you with a mixture of hunger and adoration, you sent up a silent prayer of thanks. for the moment, this man, this love that you'd found against all odds.

whatever the future held, you knew that as long as you had logan by your side, you could face anything.

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sorrow and stardust …

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x f!reader tw: angst <3 word count: 2k ( give or take ) a/n: i haven't written smut in like 2 years please be nice

the twin suns of tatooine dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of amber and violet. you stood at the entrance of ben kenobi's modest dwelling, your silhouette a stark contrast against the fading light. the cooling air whispered across your skin, carrying with it the scent of sand and distant memories.

inside, obi-wan - for that was how you'd always know him - moved about with quiet purpose. his weathered hands arranged two earthenware cups on a rough-hewn table, steam rising from their depths in lazy spirals. he paused, sensing your presence, and turned to face you.

"you shouldn't be here," he said softly, his blue-grey eyes holding a storm of emotions.

you stepped inside, letting the door slide shut behind you. "i had to see you."

the space between you crackled with unspoken words and suppressed longing. obi-wan's shoulders slumped slightly, as if bearing the weight of the galaxy. he gestured to the table.

"please, sit. the tea will get cold."

you took your place across from him, wrapping your fingers around the warm cup. its heat seeped into your bones, a stark contrast to the chill that had settled in your heart. obi-wan remained standing, his gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the walls of his humble abode.

"why did you come?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"you know why," you replied, your own voice thick with emotion. "i couldn't stay away. not after... everything."

obi-wan closed his eyes, pain etching deep lines across his face. when he opened them again, they shimmered with unshed tears. "it's not safe. i'm not safe."

you rose from your seat, closing the distance between you in two swift strides. your hand reached out, hovering just shy of touching his cheek. "obi-wan..."

he flinched away from your touch, turning his back to you. the rejection stung, but you stood your ground.

"look at me," you pleaded. "please."

slowly, agonizingly, he turned to face you once more. the years of exile had taken their toll, etching lines of sorrow and regret into his once-youthful features. yet beneath the weathered exterior, you could still see the man you'd fallen in love with – the jedi master whose unwavering dedication to peace and justice had captured your heart.

"i'm not good for you," obi-wan said, his voice raw with emotion. "i bring nothing but danger and sorrow. you deserve better than a broken man living in exile."

your heart ached at his words. "you're wrong," you whispered fiercely. "you are everything good in this galaxy. your compassion, your strength, your unwavering light – even in the darkest times."

obi-wan shook his head, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. "my light? i failed. i failed the jedi, the republic, and..." his voice broke. "and anakin."

you reached out, this time grasping his hand in yours. he didn't pull away, and you felt a glimmer of hope. "you didn't fail, obi-wan. you did everything you could. the choices others made are not your burden to bear."

he looked down at your intertwined hands, his thumb brushing softly against your skin. "but they are my burden," he murmured. "every life lost, every system that fell..."

you stepped closer, your free hand coming to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm. "then let me help you carry it," you said. "you don't have to face this alone."

obi-wan's eyes met yours, a maelstrom of longing and fear swirling in their depths. "i can't ask that of you. the empire... if they ever discovered my whereabouts, if they found out about you..."

"i know the risks," you interrupted. "i've always known them. but a life without you, obi-wan kenobi, is no life at all."

for a moment, the walls he'd built around his heart seemed to crumble. he leaned into your touch, his forehead resting against yours. you breathed him in – the scent of sun-warmed fabric, ans lingering tea.

"i've missed you," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "more than i can say."

your heart soared at his words, but the moment was fleeting. as quickly as it had come, the vulnerability in his eyes was replaced by steely resolve. he stepped back, gently disentangling himself from your embrace.

"but that doesn't change anything," obi-wan said, his voice firm despite the tremor in his hands. "i have a duty here, a purpose. i must protect luke, prepare for the day when... when he might be our last hope."

you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "and what about us?"

obi-wan's gaze softened, a sad smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "our love is like the stars in the sky. beautiful, eternal... and impossibly distant."

the words hung in the air between you. you wanted to argue, to rail against the unfairness of it all. but deep down, you knew he was right. others needed obi-wan far more than you did.

"will you at least let me stay the night?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "one last night before..."

obi-wan hesitated, conflict clear in his eyes. for a moment, you thought he might refuse. then, with a nearly imperceptible nod, he acquiesced.

you stepped forward, pressing a kiss to his lips, the taste of him like a long-forgotten dream. his hands settled on your hips, but he held himself back.

your hands went to the sash holding his robes closed. as you untied it, you kissed him, hoping the kiss would convey all the words that wouldn't come. the sash fell to the floor, and you parted his robes. the skin of his chest was soft beneath your touch.

his hand came up to cradle your cheek. "i've missed you," he murmured, "more than you know."

obi-wan kissed you again, and this time, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against him. his tongue teased your lower lip, and begging for you to part them. let him in. and you did. the feeling made you shiver. you were suddenly aware of how sensitive your body was.

he stood, you in his arms, slolwy walking you both towards the bed. his lips left yours as he guided you onto the bed, laying you down and climbing on top of you. your fingers tangled in his hair as his lips moved down your neck. his tongue teased at the place where your shoulder and neck met. his teeth nipped lightly at your skin. you moaned quietly, arching your back, pressing your chest against his.

obi-wan's hands slid down your sides, pausing to squeeze your breasts. a whimper escaped your lips. his thumbs rubbed across your nipples, sending bolts of heat straight between your legs. his hands continued downward, pausing to trace the curve of your waist, the jut of your hips. then his hands were on the bare skin of your thighs. you could feel the roughness of his palms against your smooth skin.

he pulled back, looking down at you. his pupils were blown wide with desire, and his face was flushed. his gaze was heated as it raked over your body, taking in the sight of you laid out before him.

"you are the most beautiful woman i've ever known," he murmured.

he lowered his head to press a kiss just above your navel. his lips moved upward, tracing the path his hands had taken moments earlier. your skin burned with every brush of his lips. his fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear. he paused, waiting for you to protest. when you didn't, he slid the garment down your legs and discarded it.

obi-wan looked at you with a mixture of reverence and hunger. he ran his hands up your legs, spreading them. your breath hitched as his fingers trailed across your inner thighs.

"are you sure?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"yes," you gasped.

he stroked his thumb over your clit, sending a shudder through your body. a moan left your lips as he rubbed slow circles. the pleasure was intense, and you found yourself bucking your hips against his hand, chasing the friction.

he dipped a finger into you, and the intrusion drew a moan from deep within your chest. obi-wan curled his finger inside you, and stars danced behind your eyes. he added another finger, and you couldn't hold back the sounds spilling from your lips.

"please," you moaned.

you could feel the tight coil in the pit of your stomach. your muscles were trembling, and your head was thrown back. you were so close.

obi-wan added a third finger, and the pleasure was too much. you felt like your body was about to shatter. your climax washed over you, and your vision went white. you were vaguely aware of the way you cried out his name, the way your hips bucked against his hand.

when the waves of pleasure subsided, you opened your eyes. obi-wan's head was bowed, his brow furrowed in concentration. the muscles in his shoulders were tense, and his chest was heaving.

"what's wrong?" you asked, reaching up to cup his face.

"it's just...been a while," he said through gritted teeth.

you took him by the hand and tugged him toward you. he resisted briefly, but you were determined. you straddled his lap, feeling the hard length of him pressing against you. you reached down and undid his trousers. obi-wan didn't resist as you freed his cock.

you stroked him slowly, relishing the way his body shuddered against yours. you pressed kisses to his neck, nipping lightly at the skin. he groaned, burying his face in your shoulder.

"tell me if i hurt you," he breathed.

"you won't," you promised.

you guided his cock to your entrance, the tip sliding inside you. his hips jerked, driving him deeper.

"fuck," he gasped.

you bit down on your lower lip to hold back a whimper. he felt bigger than you remembered. he filled you so completely, the sensation nearly overwhelming. you forced yourself to take a breath, letting your body adjust to the intrusion.

"are you alright?" he asked, his voice strained.

you nodded.

he began to move, pulling out slowly before pushing back in. his hands gripped your hips, holding you in place. his eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw clenched. his body was tense, every muscle straining against the need to let go.

you leaned in and kissed him, trying to soothe his worries.

you rocked your hips against his, eliciting a moan from deep in his throat.

"please."

you could feel the last of his resistance crumble. his grip tightened on your hips, his thrusts becoming more urgent. you could tell he was close.

his hips snapped forward, and you could feel his cock twitch inside you. he cried out, his release washing over him. he collapsed back against the pillows, his chest heaving.

you laid down next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. you were both silent for a while, lost in your thoughts.

"thank you," obi-wan murmured.

you pressed a kiss to his shoulder, savoring the warmth of his body and the smell of his skin.

as the first light of dawn began to creep across the sky, you stirred from your place in his arms. obi-wan's eyes fluttered open, immediately finding yours. for a brief, beautiful moment, there was nothing but love between you.

then reality came crashing back.

you dressed in silence, each movement feeling like a step towards an inevitable goodbye. obi-wan stood by the door, his jedi robes hanging loosely on his frame. he looked older in the pale morning light.

you approached him one last time, cupping his face in your hands. "i love you, obi-wan kenobi. no matter what happens, no matter how far apart we are – that will never change."

he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly. "and i love you. may the force be with you... always."

with a final, lingering kiss, you stepped out into the harsh tatooine morning. the suns climbed higher in the sky, their heat already beginning to shimmer off the sand. you didn't look back as you walked away, knowing that if you did, your resolve would crumble.

obi-wan watched you go, his heart breaking anew with each step you took. he remained at the door long after you'd disappeared from view, his eyes fixed on the horizon.

"goodbye, my love," he whispered to the empty desert.

[princessgothicc-deactivated2026]

Im trying to prove a point to my mum

Repost if school has caused:

Anxiety Depression Suicidal thoughts Social anxiety Eating disorders Self harm Stress

[nukacoola]

I love fanfic authors. I read a fic once and the author said they had a friend who is a real nuclear physicist teach them all about this radioactive compound and how it reacts with different materials so that their fic could be accurate. It was smut.

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[ectobiohazard]

assflash newshole

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[imagocannibalversion]

Posting Hannibal related memes until they save Hannibal, day 1114.

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[parasiiempre]

team black in the sense that i believe rhaenyra is the rightful heir to the throne, team green in the sense that i like drama.

[imagocannibalversion]

Posting Hannibal related memes until they save Hannibal, day 1112.

[phanerozoicfossilgardener]

As a writer I need everyone to know that whenever I write "exchanged glances" my intent is this

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[kcrra]

it makes me literally sick to think about alicent's relationship to her children. like. they are all she has. she loves them more than anything and hates them just as much. each of them is a shackle around her neck. they are her babies even though she was a baby herself, forced to be their mother. she'll pick up a knife for them. they are her living prison. everything she ever does is for them. their very existence makes her sick. she understands them and yet doesn't know them at all. they are her future. they stole her past.

she was 15 years old tethered to a rotting body of a man entirely against her will, watching each of her children invade her body as a result of martial rape. how were they ever supposed to have a normal relationship!!!!!!!

[lohver]

you can be a good person with a kind heart and still tell people to fuck off.

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the feast of forbidden fruit …

pairing: hannibal x f!reader tw: implied cannibalism, dubious consent, uhealthy/obsessive relationship dynamics, sexual content ( not full out smut but hints towards it ) word count: 1.8k (ish)

you step into the dimly lit gallery, your heels echoing on the polished marble floor. the air is heavy with the scent of aged wood and oil paint, a fitting atmosphere for the exhibition of renaissance masterpieces. but it's not the art that draws your gaze tonight. it's him.

dr. hannibal lecter stands before a botticelli, his profile sharp and regal in the soft lighting. he turns, as if sensing your presence, and his maroon eyes lock onto yours. a shiver runs down your spine - from fear or excitement, you're not quite sure.

"good evening," he says, his accented voice smooth as silk. "i was hoping you'd come."

you approach, drawn into his orbit like a moth to flame. "i wouldn't miss it, dr. lecter. your taste in art is... exquisite."

his lips curve into a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "as is yours, my dear. both in art and... company."

the double meaning hangs in the air between you. you've been dancing this dangerous waltz for months now, circling each other in a game of cat and mouse. but which of you is the predator, and which the prey?

"would you care to join me for a closer look?" he asks, gesturing to the painting.

you nod, allowing him to guide you with a gentle hand on the small of your back. his touch burns through the thin fabric of your dress.

as you stand before the botticelli, he leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. "do you see how the artist has captured the vulnerability of the human form? the delicate interplay of light and shadow on bare flesh?"

your breath catches in your throat. "yes," you whisper. "it's beautiful."

"indeed," he murmurs. "beauty and suffering, inexorably intertwined. one cannot truly appreciate the former without experiencing the latter."

you turn to face him, your faces mere inches apart. "and which are you offering tonight, dr. lecter? beauty or suffering?"

his eyes gleam in the low light. "why not both?"

the world seems to fade away, leaving only you and hannibal in this moment of exquisite tension. you know you should run, should flee from the darkness you see swirling in the depths of his gaze. but you're captivated, ensnared by the enigma of the man before you.

"come," he says, offering his arm. "let us continue our tour. there is so much more i wish to show you."

you take his arm, your fate sealed with that simple gesture. as he leads you deeper into the gallery, you can't help but wonder if you're walking willingly into the lion's den.

the rest of the evening passes in a blur of wine, witty conversation, and lingering glances. hannibal is the perfect gentleman, charming and erudite. but beneath the polished veneer, you sense something wild and dangerous lurking just beneath the surface.

as the night draws to a close, he escorts you to your car. "i've greatly enjoyed your company this evening," he says, his hand still resting on the small of your back.

"as have i," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

he leans in, his lips brushing against your cheek. "until next time, my dear," he murmurs. "sweet dreams."

you drive home in a daze, your mind reeling from the evening's events. as you prepare for bed, you can't shake the feeling that something has fundamentally shifted. you've crossed a threshold, and there's no going back.

that night, your dreams are a kaleidoscope of images - flashes of steel, splashes of crimson, and always, always, those burning maroon eyes watching you.

* * *

days pass, but you can't get dr. lecter out of your mind. his presence lingers like a phantom limb, an ache you can't quite shake. you find yourself obsessively replaying every moment of your encounters, analyzing each word, each gesture.

when your phone rings and his name appears on the screen, your heart leaps into your throat.

"hello, my dear," his voice purrs through the speaker. "i was wondering if you might join me for dinner tomorrow evening. i'm preparing a rather special menu, and i can think of no one i'd rather share it with."

you know you should refuse. every instinct screams at you to make an excuse, to put distance between yourself and this man who both thrills and terrifies you. but the words that come out of your mouth betray you:

"i'd be delighted, dr. lecter."

you can almost hear his smile through the phone. "excellent. shall we say 8 o'clock? and please, call me hannibal."

the next evening finds you standing before his door, your heart pounding a staccato rhythm against your ribs. you smooth down your dress, take a deep breath, and knock.

the door swings open, and there he stands, resplendent in a three-piece suit. "good evening," he says, his eyes roaming appreciatively over your form. "you look ravishing."

he ushers you inside, taking your coat with the grace of a perfect host. the air is rich with the aroma of simmering herbs and spices, making your mouth water despite your nerves.

"i hope you're hungry," hannibal says, leading you into the dining room. the table is set with exquisite china and gleaming silverware, a single red rose in a crystal vase serving as the centerpiece.

"starving," you reply, and something in his eyes flashes at your choice of words.

he pulls out your chair, ever the gentleman, before disappearing into the kitchen. you take the moment alone to steady your nerves, reminding yourself that this is just dinner. nothing more.

but as hannibal returns, bearing plates of food that look more like works of art than mere sustenance, you know you're only lying to yourself. this is so much more than just dinner.

"our first course," he announces, setting a plate before you. "carpaccio of veal heart, with a black truffle emulsion."

you raise an eyebrow at the choice of meat, but the presentation is stunning. hannibal watches intently as you take your first bite. the flavors explode on your tongue - rich, complex, unlike anything you've ever tasted before.

"it's incredible," you breathe.

his smile is one of genuine pleasure. "i'm so glad you enjoy it. i always take great care in selecting the... ingredients for my special guests."

the meal progresses through several more exquisite courses, each one a symphony of flavors and textures. hannibal is the perfect host, keeping the conversation flowing as easily as the wine. but there's an undercurrent of tension, a predatory gleam in his eye that both excites and unnerves you.

as he clears away the dessert plates, you find yourself feeling slightly lightheaded. whether from the rich food, the wine, or simply hannibal's intoxicating presence, you're not sure.

"shall we retire to the study for a digestif?" he suggests, offering his hand to help you up.

you take it, relishing the warmth of his skin against yours. "lead the way."

his study is a temple to refined taste - walls lined with leather-bound books, artwork that probably costs more than your yearly salary, and a crackling fire that casts dancing shadows across the room.

hannibal pours two glasses of amber liquid from a crystal decanter. "armagnac," he explains, handing you one. "a 1965 vintage. i've been saving it for a special occasion."

you accept the glass, your fingers brushing against his. "and what occasion might that be?"

he takes a step closer, invading your personal space. "tonight," he pauses, eyes transfixed on your face, "the night you become mine."

your breath catches in your throat. this is the moment you've both been building towards, the culmination of months of tension and unspoken desire. you should be afraid - you know, deep down, that there's something not quite right about hannibal lecter. but all you feel is a burning need.

"what makes you think i want to be yours?" you challenge, even as your body betrays you, leaning into him.

his free hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your lower lip. "you've been mine since the moment our eyes first met."

he closes the distance between you, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. it's nothing like you imagined - it's better. his mouth is hot, demanding, tasting of armagnac and something darker, something uniquely hannibal.

you melt into him, your glass slipping from your fingers and shattering on the hardwood floor. neither of you pays it any mind. your hands fist in the lapels of his jacket, pulling him closer as his own hands roam your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

when you finally break apart, gasping for air, his eyes are wild with hunger. "tell me you want this," he growls, his accent thicker with desire. "tell me you want me."

"i want you," you breathe, beyond the point of no return. "god help me, i need you."

it's a desperate, violent thing, all clashing teeth and battling tongues. you pour all your fear, all your desire, all your conflicted emotions into that kiss. and hannibal matches you passion for passion, his hands gripping you so tightly you know you'll have bruises tomorrow.

when you break apart, you're both panting. "what happens now?" you ask, your voice hoarse.

hannibal's smile is a thing of terrible beauty. "now, my dear, we feast."

he lead you back to the wooded table, lifting you effortlessly to sit upon it. the material cold against your bare thighs, a sharp contrast to the heat of hannibal's body as he steps between your legs.

"are you afraid?" he asks, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin.

you consider lying, but you know he'd see right through it. "yes," you admit before considering the thought further.

"good," he says, leaning in to nip at your earlobe. "fear heightens the senses. makes everything more... intense."

his hands slide up your thighs, pushing your dress higher. you shiver, but not entirely from fear. despite everything - or perhaps because of it - you want him more than you've ever wanted anyone in your life.

"hannibal," you gasp as his lips trail down your neck, "i need-"

"shh," he soothes, his breath hot against your skin. "i know exactly what you need. trust me."

and lord have mercy on you, you do. you trust him as he slowly undresses you, as he worships your body with his hands and mouth. you trust him as he takes you there on the table. your cries of pleasure echoing off the stone walls.

afterward, as you lie tangled together, your body humming with satisfied desire. you lose yourself in his embrace once more, you know that you've crossed a line from which there's no return. you've willingly stepped into the darkness, hand in hand with the monster who now owns your heart and soul.

and god help you, you wouldn't have it any other way.