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shegatsby · 8 months

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Not sure exactly what you’re okay/not okay with as far as requests go, but I’d like to request a Hannibal x AFAB reader (or gn if you prefer) where the reader has a crush on Hannibal and discovers that he’s a serial killer and tells him she’s more attracted to him because of it. I’d prefer it ends up in the bedroom (wink wink) but it’s up to you :)

A/N; Hello love, thank you for this request I certainly enjoyed writing it. Enjoy!

Warnings; Hannibal killing a man, a little smut

First time you saw him was something else. You almost became a victim of a serial killer but thankfully a team of FBI agents and Dr. Hannibal Lecter saved you. Turns out this killer was on the loose for months and you dropping your phone in his car made them catch him, you were forever grateful. Dr. Lecter was a psychiatrist who was helping the FBI with their serial killer cases and he was also collecting data for a research of serial killers and he offered free therapy sessions in exchange of information. Seemed like a good deal.

It had been few months since you started the therapy and it was going smoothly for him but for you, you had to keep pressing your thighs together every time he played with his pen or grabbed something. Over the weeks you saw and observed tiny changes in his behavior. He started to loose his tie around his neck, rolled up his sleeves, gave your lingering looks. You also had minor changes, such as; wearing clothes that fit your body perfectly and showing your womanly figure, curves and all. You knew that revealing clothes won’t make him come to you so you started to dress elegantly, just like him.

One time you mentioned how much you like baking and he asked you to bake something for him and you did. The next week you brought chocolate chipped cookies and he opened a bottle of wine.

He surprised you by having a cabinet in his office dedicated to all kinds of wine and you surprised him by fulfilling your promise of baking something for him. Hannibal Lecter never relied on anyone ever since he was a child, he never believed promises of people, even the ones he who are close to him because life thought him that people are deceitful animals. However, you managed to surprise him, it felt like a date but neither of you said anything about it.

Weeks went by and you kept surprising him with small things. One day, you baked a cake, it was the anniversary of you meeting him. You went to his office without telling him, it was suppose to be a surprise. Before you knocked on the door you heard some noises, a man coughing and things falling to the ground so you quickly opened the door to see the scenario.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter was on top of a man who was equally tall and strong as him and Hannibal’s big hands wrapped around that man’s throat, you halted in your steps. Your hands which were holding the container of the cake were shaking, your fight or flight response was triggered. You didn’t know what to do, in that moment you could feel everything and see, hear everything that was happening such as your soaked panties sticking to your core. You could feel your cheeks heat up, your heartbeat rising, Dr. Hannibal Lecter was murdering someone right in front of you and all you could think about or fantasies about how would you feel if his hands were wrapped around you, on his table..

When the man stopped breathing and struggling Hannibal bolted to his feet and turned to face you. His maroon eyes were startled at first but you could see his dilated pupils roaming on your body.

He didn’t say anything, his chest heaving up and down, he closed the door and locked it, he came to you and held your shaking hands, put the container aside, ‘’Shh, I’m here, calm down.’’ Now that he was close you could see the bruises on his face, dry blood on his plump lips, blackened left eye, scratches here and there. His fingers went to put a strand of hair behind your ear, even under this strange circumstances, his eyes were soft as they addressed you.

He guided you to the couch. He sat next to you, his eyes never leaving yours. ‘’Now,’’ he breathed, ‘’What shall I do with you, little dove?’’

You didn’t respond, you were a deer caught in the lights. ‘’He attacked me, you saw what happened. I was defending myself.’’ He was so calm a sudden thought crossed your mind;

‘’This isn’t his first time.’’

Your body shivered, you knew what he wanted. He wanted you to tell Jack Crawford and others what you saw but an altered version of it, all you could do was to nod and let things happen.

It had been few weeks since that incident and you avoided your sessions with him. You made up excuses, one week you pretended like you had the cold, the other week you said you were out of town etc.

Every week he sent you a present, the week you were supposedly cold he sent you soup and warm bread, it was handmade. There was also a note; ‘’Get well soon, dove.’’

Your knees went weak with that note and gesture, the other week he sent you flowers, elegant and pure white bouquet of peony. Last week you’ve made up a lame excuse of not being in the mood and he called you on the phone.

‘’Hello Dr. Lecter?’’ you answered in a calm manner, ‘’Hello dove, I was wondering-‘’ he paused for a second ‘’why are you avoiding me. Well, I know the reason but I want to hear it from you.’’ You felt your heart go faster, subconsciously your thighs were pressing hard, ‘’It is best that I don’t join the sessions anymore Dr. Lecter.’’ You said out of breath, hearing his voice after a long time did something to you. He let out a devastatingly long sigh, you felt it in your core. ‘’I was hoping it doesn’t come to this.’’ He sounded tired and defeated.

You imagined him sitting in his office, sleeves rolled up, playing with his pen while talking to you. You wanted to rush to his aid, he was a busy man with a hectic schedule, you wanted to give him something to come home to. The thought of it made you get wet.

‘’Thank you for testifying on my behalf.’’ He sounded genuine.

At first he thought you would tell the truth but when you told everyone exactly what he told you he was impressed. There was something about you that he couldn’t put his finger on. He sometimes had this urge to pull your brain out and study it because you fascinated him profoundly, but then the thought of physically hurting you made him feel disgusted, which was rare in his case.

‘’You saved me,’’ you said remembering the night, he was the one who wrapped you in a blanket and carried you to the ambulance, he was the one who sat and waited by your side in the hospital.

‘’and I saved you, the debt is paid.’’ Your free hand slowly went to the waistband of your pjs, sid in and found your aching core, he cannot possibly realize can he?

‘’My little dove, hearing you say this breaks my heart, your life is not a burden.’’ He knew how you feel about yourself, a freak, a burden..

You loved the way he said ‘’dove’’ his accent thick, you wondered what else is thick about him. You wanted him to keep talking to you.

‘’Where are you right now? And be honest.’’ His tone had a warning, such dominance.. ‘’H- home.’’

Hannibal wasn’t a stupid man, he admired your boldness, talking to your therapist while touching yourself.

‘’Good girl.’’ He loved your honesty, maybe you were the only person who was honest to him from the start ‘’What are you doing?’’ he asked, even though he knew it.

Your panties were soaked, ‘’Laying on my couch.’’ You managed to say, his hand went to stroke his clothed member, he swallowed, ‘’I was asking as in.. action wise.’’ He teased. You were rubbing your wet cunt slowly, you let out a sigh. A pornographic one to be exact. ‘’Nothing-‘’

He didn’t let you continue, ‘’Tell me, do you always dream of me when you touch yourself? His question shocked you, at first you thought you heard him wrong, but the silence continued. Cat was out of the bag, he caught you. ‘’Yes.’’ You said. Hannibal could feel himself getting harder. He stood up, locked his office door, you heard it. He sat back and unzipped his pants, he never thought he would be doing this in his office, well, he also never thought he would kill someone in his office but here we were.

‘’What are you wearing?’’ he asked, feeling like a school boy but it excited him. ‘’Nothing.’’

It was right, the second you heard him lock the door you took off your clothes, ‘’Clever girl. I assume you’re dripping wet, I have neglected you for so long, keep touching yourself.’’

Hannibal leaned back, stroking himself, his tip leaking, ‘’How do you dream of me?’’

One hand in your core the other touching your boob –he was on speakers- you spoke, ‘’Sometimes on the table, sometimes on the couch or in your bed. Pushing me down and taking me..’’

You remembered the scene, he was on the ground on top of a man and choking him. It made you moan. Your soft whimpers and divine voice made him stroke himself faster, ‘’Put two fingers inside sweet thing.’’

You could feel the shift in his voice. You moaned louder than before as you inserted your fingers, you were so wet he could hear it clearly. ‘’Every time I come from your office I touch myself.’’ You confessed, which made him growl, he was regretting that he didn’t take you before. He knew that you were interested in him from the beginning, he thought it was because you were in shock –due to your unique condition which is almost being murdered- and you were seeking shelter. He assumed over the weeks your fascination with him would disappear but he was wrong.

He was about to lose his mind because of the sounds you were making ‘’Stop!’’ he ordered and you followed. ‘’Wait for me.’’ And he hung up.

Never in a million years he would think of sleeping with a patient but you changed his mind, he got into his car and drove.

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borntoolateforyoutonoticeme · 1 year

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I would describe falling in love with someone much older than you in one sentence; on the nights you cry for him, he sweats on others.

#henry cavill smut #henry cavill #negan smith smut #negan smith #rick grimes smut #rick grimes #mads mikkelsen #keanu reeves #negan x reader #rick grimes x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x reader

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voxmortuus · 11 months

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Yooo! Lol I’m here to make a small request maybe just to see how you think Hannibal would handle a situation lol like literally just a Drabble would be fine 🫶🏼

Alright, what would he say if his S/O (male pref) asked him “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” Bonus points if his S/O asks stupid questions like this all the time so he’s used to it, LMAO poor Hannibal

►PAIRING: Hannibal X Male!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Hannibal ►WORDS: 1.6k ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above. ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: No warnings | I may be missing some, but you get a general idea, so please proceed with caution if there is anything in there that is overly triggering please let me know politely and I will make sure it is added to the list. ►NOTE: Hannibal and Hannibal Character requests are closed. All other requests are open. Sorry if this isn't what you expected, or had envisioned yourself, I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed my vision. ►DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa

"No. I gotta know! If I was a worm, would you still love me?" you ask.

Shaking his head with a chuckle he thinks a moment. "But what if I was a bird, I'd eat the worm."

"That's not the question nor a valid answer."

"Oh but it is, what if I was the bird that ate the worm."

"You're no fun." you pout a moment.

He chuckles and he watches you a moment. Putting some thought into it he tilts his head. "Well I'd make sure you'd have a nice little compost pile... only the best foods."

"That's better. So, how do you think you'd handle me if I was a puddle of putty?" you ask.

He tilts his head and shakes it again with a slight chuckle. "Where are these questions coming from?" he asked you.

With a rather proud smile. "They came from my brain place. Now. Back to the putty question."

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gallavichsreddie1128 · 1 month

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I Fucked Your Wife (Will Graham)

Word Count: over 1800k

Warning:Smut,Cheating

Description: Hannibal is in prison and Will and his wife hook up

Her husband was a cannibal. He ate the people that were found dead and had parts of them in their very home. He gave her and his “friends” the meat of them. She could puke. Just the thought of eating another human being made her nauseous. He was right where he belonged.

But that didn’t make her feel better. She cried and sobbed in the arms of their friend Will Graham. Will didn’t have any emotion to it or at least that he showed. He knew what Hannibal was all along and he warned everyone. He hated Hannibal but not for what he did to all those people. But for what he did to his wife. He hurt her and made her cry. Will wanted him dead for that and only that.

She was beautiful. She always looked her best and even when she didn’t she was beautiful. Will was convinced that Hannibal gaslit her into a relationship. How could a beautiful young woman love a monster like him? He didn’t know.

Her soft cries and sob muffled into his neck. He held her like she was his wife. Like Hannibal would. “It’s okay.” He mumbled to her. She shook her head. It wasn’t okay. It wasn’t even close to okay. He whispered sweet nothings to her. “He killed people Will and fed them to us.” She cried. “He’s a monster. He always was and he doesn’t deserve you.” Will told her. His voice was soft and a whisper. She looked at him. Her eyes were hurting and red from the crying she did. She looked broken.

Will cupped her face and rubbed her cheek. “Will I-“ but she couldn’t talk. She’s in the arms of another man while her husband is behind bars. But she didn’t feel bad. She couldn’t. Not when Hannibal did all those terrible things. “I don’t know if we should.” She said, His fingers ran over her lips. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve always wanted this. You shouldn’t feel bad for anything. Let me make you feel good. Let me help you forget.” He whispered. She didn’t have to think as she kissed him. She softly moved her lips against his. His hand cradled her head as he kissed back. Their kiss wasn’t hard and sloppy. It was passionate and full of lust.

Her hands gripped his shoulders. Their makeout session went on for some time until her hands started unbuttoning his shirt. Her soft hands ran up and down his torso. He loved the feeling of her hands. His hands gripped the bottom of her long shirt. It was Hannibal’s. She removed it and threw it. She honestly wanted to burn it. Their lips connected again. His hands ran up and down her bare back. He pulled off his shirt and threw it with Hannibal’s.

Her hands moved to his pants and unzipped them. “Will, please.” She whimpered against his lips. He grabbed her body and pinned her down beneath him. He removed his pants and straddled her. They both were left in their underwear. He leaned down and kissed her sweet lips again. They kissed until their lips were swollen. His lips found her neck and kissed down from there. His lips and tongue explored her body like a temple.

He kissed her down to her black lace panties. They were soaked and it made him smirk.The thought that she was wet for him and not Hannibal made him feel cocky and great. “Holy shit you’re so wet.” He mumbled. Her hand reached below her to lock in his hair. “Just for you Will.” She moaned. He smirked and pulled them down. Her pussy was perfect. It was shiny with her arousal. He ran a finger up her slit and she gasped at the foreign feeling. She was used to Hannibal and only Hannibal’s fingers.

He kept running his finger up and down her slit. Her cute little moans could be heard through his house. “Will please.” She begged. He smirked. “Please what?” He teased her. He knew what she wanted but he wasn’t going to make it easy. “I want your fingers and tongue.” She gasped as he slowly slid a finger in her while she told him what she wanted. She moaned as he slid the finger in and out of her wet hole. He decided to add another finger and she let out a pornographic moan. He watched her clinch around his fingers and her juices spill out.

He licked his lips and decided to lean in and lick up her slit. She screeched his name. He took that as a sign to continue. His tongue massaged her clit and lips while his fingers fucked her. Her hands pushing his face deeper in her. His lips wrapped around her clit and sucked. His name left her lips like a prayer. His nose was bumping against her clit as he explored her. His mouth was getting wet with her juices and she drenched his fingers. Her breathing started to change into panting. He knew that she was close. Her hands pulled his hair hard making him groan. Her moans kept getting louder and louder. “Will I-” But before she could fall over the edge He pulled away breathing hard

. She looked at him and moaned at the sight. His lips and nose were covered in her slick. He had a smirk on his face that hasn’t left since they started. She pulled him back up to her and kissed him. She moaned as she tasted herself on his tongue and lips. He straddled her and she cupped him through his boxers. He tried to hold back a noise. It came from deep down in his chest. She slid her hand in his boxers as they kept kissing. Her soft hand gripped his dick and got it out of his boxers. Her thumb ran over the tip as pre cum leaked from the tip. He gasped in her mouth. Her hand felt amazing. He couldn’t tell if it was even better because he has always dreamed of this moment or what but nothing has ever felt like this.

She started jerking him off. Her hand running up and down his dick while he let out moans and groans. His head dropped to her neck mumbling his sounds. Her other hand rubbed his back. “Your hand feels so fucking good.” He groans. It was her turn to smirk. She had Will Graham falling apart in her arms. His lips started slowly moving afraid that if he moved too fast he’d cum. Though it wasn’t long until he felt like he’d fall apart. “I’m close baby.” He groaned. She sped up her movements. He wanted to cum inside her. It would feel amazing to claim her as his own while Hannibal couldn’t do a thing about it. “I wanna cum inside of you.” He said. Her movement stopped.

He lifted his head and looked at her. She cupped his face. “Will I want you to make love to me.” She softly said. He looked at her in awe. This is the moment that he waited for. “Are you sure?” He asked her. She was more than sure. She didn’t care about Hannibal in this moment. “Yes.” She whispered against his lips. He kissed her and lined up with her entrance. He grabbed her hand and pinned it above her head while the other one grabbed her hip. They both gasped as he pushed in her. “Will fuck.” She gasped. The feeling of her pussy was incredible. He couldn’t believe he was inside of her about to make her scream. “Will baby please move.” She begged pulling him out of his thoughts.

He started slowly thrusting. Her hand that wasn’t pinned gripped his back. His hips slowly rocked into her. He looked down at her face and she looked blissed out. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was agape. The hand that was gripping her hip moved to cup her face. “You’re so beautiful.” He said to her. His hips picked up their pace as she began moaning. They weren’t too loud but soft and sweet. Each thrust of his hips sent pleasure so good through the both of them. “Will.” She moaned as he started slamming into her. He groaned as she clinched around him. “Fuck do that again.” He groaned. Her pussy clinched around him wildly. He felt himself get close but he wanted her to cum first. He reached down and rubbed her clit making her sob. “Will.” She sobbed as his fingers danced on her clit. “That’s it baby scream my name.” He whispered in her ear. “Will.” She screamed. “Louder baby.” He groaned holding off his climax. “WILL GRAHAM.” She screamed.

Her breathing had picked up and her hand scratched down his back definitely leaving marks. “I’m gonna cum Will.” She managed out. He nodded “Fuck me too baby. Cum for me.” He whispered. Her body shook as she came all over his dick. She screamed his name and he moaned her as they let go together. His hips lost rhythm as they stuttered through the pleasure. His hips didn’t stop moving as they came. His eyes couldn’t leave her face. He couldn’t believe he was watching her fall apart and Hannibal had nothing to do with it. Once they came down he collapsed next to her. Both of them breathing hard still. He pulled her into his chest. “Wow.” He said. She giggled at his reaction.

“Hey I have to visit Hannibal later tomorrow do you wanna go?” He asked her. She yawned and shook her head. “No but please tell him that you fucked me so hard I forgot about him.” She whispered in his ear. Damn if they didn’t have to get to sleep that would have made him fuck her again. He smirked as that’s what he planned to do.

The visit with Hannibal went well. Hannibal looked miserable. Will knew how he felt but didn’t feel bad. Will tried so hard to hide the smile that was trying to show when Hannibal brought up Y/N. Hannibal missed her a lot and had hoped that she forgave him. Will finally smirked at the man. “Will you tell her that I love her and miss her?” Hannibal asked his friend. Will shook his head. “Why not?” Will’s smirk grew as he went up the bars before the guards could pull him away. “Because Hannibal I’m fucking her and she wanted me to tell you that my dick is so good she forgot about you.” He said with pride. He watched as Hannibal’s face dropped. The look of sadness was an understatement. If Hannibal was to ever get out he would kill Will and maybe Y/N for what they did. But Will didn’t care because the look on Hannibal’s face and his wife’s pussy was worth it.

This is my first piece posted here. I will gladly do a Hannibal version if you guys would like. I take request so don't be shy. I will write for tons of fandoms. The list will be in my bio. Also if you notice the name "Alexis" in any of the fics that is my name and I've tried to change them all to Y/N. Thank you so much and I'm open to feedback!

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inlovewithquestionablecharacters · 7 days

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Hannibal X Reader: An ethical issue

Summary: you wanna fuck your therapist thats it thats the plot

Warnings: smut, sex, penetration (p in v), fingering, pet names, making out, light choking, light bitting, hickeys, patient x therapist, unprotected sex, pet name (dear), not proof read (got lazy)

Word count: 2,9K

“It's unethical, you know?”

You raise your head to look at Hannibal, eyes making contact with his. He can see the questions swimming inside your head. You’d been deep in thought when he’d spoken and he had managed to break your train of thought . You placed your cup on the table, wiping your hands on your legs before focusing on Hannibal once more.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“It's unethical.”

“What is?”

“Wanting to fuck your therapist.”

Your eyes widen at Hannibal's words. His eyes bore into you, observing the way your face flushed the more he maintained eye contact. You should probably refute him but it's no use. Dr Lecter has seen into the deepest parts of your mind. He knows who you are. And now he knows your secret. The truth is the sessions had really been helping. It wasn't until recently that you’d found an ulterior motive for coming to every session.

You had a crush on your therapist.

You focus your gaze on the wall in front of you, trying your hardest to avoid looking directly at him. Your mind races to try and find something to say but you come up empty. From the corner of your eye you see Hannibal stand. He stays standing for a moment, looking at your frame. You close your eyes as you hear his shoes begin to move against the floor. A nervous sigh leaves your mouth as you feel his body move closer to your position. He stops a couple steps before you, causing you to bite the inside of your cheek. You wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole. Maybe you should just apologize to him. Tell him he was right and that you would figure out a way to get over him but that would be a lie. And if there was one thing you could never do to Hannibal was lie. He knew you too well. He'd be able to call you out immediately.

Hannibal watched you squirm slightly, observing your nails scrap against your skin as you rubbed your arms nervously. You still hadn't looked at him. He had already begun to miss the eye contact. Hannibal called out your name.

“Look at me.”

“I can’t.”

“Of course you can, my dear. I want to see your eyes.”

His voice sent shivers down your arms. He was always soft spoken with you but the deepness of his voice as he spoke seemed to have shifted. Slowly, you turn your head to look at him. You have to raise your head a bit to see him properly due to the position you were in. Hannibal stared down at you tenderly. He looked at the doe eyed look that had made its way into your features. A smile spread across his face, a silent way of trying to calm you. Unfortunately it did quite the opposite. His smile seemed to stroke the fire that was already burning in between your legs. You shifted in your seat, trying to conceal your desire for him. Hannibal noticed the way you shift under his gaze. It made him feel powerful. He enjoyed it but he also couldn't help but reach out for you.

“I can help you. If you ask me to.”

You watched Hannibal sink to his knees, allowing him to be face to face with you. You stare into his eyes, head tilting to the side as you do. He reached out for you, one hand moving to caress your thigh as the other made its way to your face. He’s trying his best to hold on, not wanting to go too fast and scare you off.

From the moment he’d first seen you you’d intrigued him. Despite everything you’d been through you were kind and trusting. Maybe even a little too trusting. It made Hannibal feel protective over you. He saw himself as your knight in shining armour and despite you not knowing it he would do anything you asked of him.

“Hannibal…”

Your lips part as his name slips through them. It sounds almost like a moan which causes blood to go rushing down to Hannibal's groin.

“Yes dear?”

“I…I hum-”

“It’s okay. Tell me what you want.”

“You. I want you.”

A satisfied sound left Dr Lecter's lips at your confession. You shut your eyes expecting him to finally close the distance between you two but he doesn’t. Instead he rises from the floor and begins to walk away from you. You give him a puzzled look. Had he just been toying with you? Was this some sort of experiment? If it was you were sure you’d failed. But if that was the case why had he given you a hum of approval?

“Come back to the real world dear. Don’t get stuck inside your own head.”

You forced your brain to focus on what was really happening instead of dwelling on negative thoughts. You’d been exercising your focus ever since your first session with Hannibal and you’d gotten pretty good with coming back to reality. Hannibal could tell by the way you looked at him that you'd managed to silence your mind. He gave you a proud smile.

“That's the fastest you’ve ever focused. Well done dear.”

“Thank you.”

“Come sit with me.”

You rose from your chair, making your way to the blue loveseat Hannibal was sitting in. You left a small amount of space between you too. The appropriate amount of space you thought there should be between a patient and their doctor. Hannibal couldn’t help but shake his head.

“Always so formal.”

“You’re one to talk. I don’t think I've ever seen you without a suit on.”

“Do you think about that a lot? Me without a suit I mean.”

“More often than I should if I'm being honest.”

It was strange. Despite everything that had happened moments ago this whole conversation still felt extremely professional. You felt like you were in one of your regular sessions. The only difference was the change of topics and the sitting layout.

“You can come closer. I won't bite.”

Hannibal paused for a moment, turning his head so that he was looking directly in your eyes.

“Unless you want me to.”

He’d expected you to be shocked, perhaps even to get up from your spot due to his bluntness but to his surprise you didn’t. Actually you did quite the opposite. You began to laugh. He’d never heard the sound of your laugh before but he enjoyed it thoroughly. He’d have to make you laugh more often.

Once your laughter died down you went back to looking at Hannibal. He watched your eyes shift over his face before you lifted your hand. Your fingers grazed against his cheek as you traced his skin. He never broke eye contact, eyes glued to yours even as you caressed his face.

“I don’t think you have any idea how handsome you are.”

Your statement caught him off guard. Your soft touches and loving gaze combined with your tender words had managed to make his head spin. For the first time in a while Hannibal felt his stomach bloom with what he could only describe as butterflies. He’d started off this conversation with the intention of touching on a sore subject, your infatuation with him, and had ended up discovering something about himself. It was unethical for you to want him but what was even worse is that he wanted you too.

He’d moved so quickly that you hadn’t had time to react. Before you knew it Hannibal's lips were crashing into yours. Your body fell down onto the loveset at the force of Hanibal’s kiss, causing you to find yourself trapped beneath him. Your legs widened on instinct, allowing him to slot his large frame between them. Hannibal’s kiss was rough but caring. He nipped at your lower lip as his hands guided you to wrap your arms around his neck. You did as he asked, fingers digging into his shoulders as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. His mouth may have muffled your moans but it couldn't stop you from bucking up into him. You felt the outline of his dick against your thighs causing you to whine.

Hannibal loved the way you felt against him. He loved how your fingers clung to his hair as he kissed you. He loved the feel of your breasts pressed against his chest. But most of all he loved how desperate you were for him. You decided to wear a dress today. You didn’t even really known why but you were glad you had.

And so was Hannibal.

One of his hands traveled down to your clothed cunt his fingers moving to the edge of your dress. He broke the kiss for a moment, leaning his head down so that he could see what he was doing. You watched him push your dress up allowing him to see your underwear. Hannibal’s head snapped up to look at your face. He gave you a small grin.

“Lovely color.”

“Shut u-hum!”

Hannibal’s fingers moved over your lips spreading them open before beginning to insert a digit inside. Your mouth fell open at the feeling, a broken moan slipping from your lips as it did. Hannibal watched your face fill with ecstasy as he continued to finger you. He’d orignally planned on bending you over his desk and fucking you from behind. But now that he’d seen the angelic look that came over your face as he pleasured you he knew he wanted to watch you cum on his dick. He’d fuck you on your back like a gentleman.

Well, perhaps not like a gentleman.

He’s barely done anything and you're already babbling nonsense beneath him.

“Hannibal i-i fuck- there please there.”

“That feel good?”

“Yes please i wanna… i wanna-”

“Tell me what you want dear.”

“I wanna cum. Please make me cum.”

The way you beg for him makes him think the men you’d been with before hadn't really cared about your pleasure. The thought angers him but it also motivates him to show you how good you can feel. He enters a third digit and you can’t help but latch onto him as you cry out. You pull his body closer to yours and he lets you. He feels your hardened nipples rub against his clothed chest making him want nothing more but to rip off his shirt. Later though, right now he needs to focus. His hand moves expertly against your pussy thumb moving to caress your clip as his fingers continue to penetrate you. You sigh out his name making him lift his head from where he was looking so that he could stare into your eyes.

“Hanni… I'm gonna cum.”

“Go on then, cum for me.”

It was as if a verbal command was all that you needed to let loose. The second the words had left Hannibal's lips he felt your cum begin to coat his fingers. He watched your lips part, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you spasmed against him.

What a sight you were.

Hannibal removed his fingers from inside you placing a kiss to your temple before he rose to his feet. Your head lolled to the side, trying to follow him despite your blissed out state. Through blurry vision you saw Hannibal remove his suit jacket placing it carefully on his desk chair. He began unbuttoning his shirt slowly. As he did so he watched you come back to earth. Once you’d gained feeling in your body again you turned over, lifting yourself up so that you could watch Hannibal undress. He felt your eyes on him turning to face you. You gave him a smile which he returned.

“How are you feeling dear?”

“Wonderfull.”

“I’m glad. Tired?”

“Not really. Why?”

Hannibal tugged down his pants in one quick movement allowing his dick to spring free. You watched his member bob for a moment before turning your attention back to his face.

“Because i’m going to fuck you. Take your dress off for me.”

You tugged at the edge of your dress pulling it off your body with ease. Once you’d gotten it off you threw it to the side before moving to unclasp your bra. Hannibal watched you throw your bra in the pile along with the rest of your clothes.

“Stand for me dear.”

You did as he asked, hands moving to fidget with each other as he made his way back to you. Hannibal placed his hands on your cheek, cradling your face in them. His eyes trailed over your naked body before he gazed into your eyes once more.

“You are magnificent.”

Your lips latched onto Hannibals in desperation, legs moving backwards towards the love seat. You crashed down onto a small couch once more tugging Hannibal down with you. You thought maybe he’d scold you for your desperation but by the look in his eyes and the feeling of his hard on against your thigh you could tell he needed this just as much as you did. You spit in your hand moving to stroke Hannibal's dick. He groaned against you, allowing you to caress him for a moment. He rested his face against your neck breathing in your scent as you stroked his member. His teeth grazed against your collarbone making you bite your lip. He sucked at your shoulder enjoying the small gasp that left your lips. Hannibal maneuvered his hand so that he could wrap it around your wrist stopping you from moving.

“That's enough dear. I want to be inside now. Do you want me inside?”

“Yes Dr Lecter.”

Hannibal grined down at you as you gave him a cheeky smile. Without any warning he plunged into you making your body move backwards at the force. He fucked you with incredible speed, hips moving in a pace you didn’t think was possible. You dug your nails into his back as he continued to ram into you. His hand moved to your throat, fingers wrapping around it with a gentle squeeze. Once he saw you didn’t flinch away from him he tightened his grip around you, not enough to stop your breathing but enough to give you a bit of a thrill. It was embarrassing how fast you reached your orgasm. Before you even realized you had begun spilling your juices around Hannibal's dick. You’d been so high on your own plesure you only noticed when Hannibal let ou a small “fuck” against your ear. Your body sagged into the loveseat as Hannibal continued to pistol into you. For someone whose job consisted of sitting for most of the time he had a lot of stamina. You drifted off into your head only realizing Hannibal had finished when you felt his body fall into yours. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you as close into his as fiscally possible. You moved to stroke his hair instinctively, the need to touch him consuming you.

“You did so well for me dear. Rest now.”

Hannibal placed a kiss on your chest. You felt him pull out of you making you feel empty. But you didn’t feel that way for long because before you knew it you had drifted off into sleep.

You woke up on the loveset. Your lips part as you stretch, a yawn escaping your mouth. You could feel something soft surrounding you causing you to open your eyes. A blanket that hadn’t been there when you had fallen asleep was carefully wrapped around your naked frame. You pushed yourself onto your elbow, rubbing your eyes as you gazed around the room.

“Sleep well?”

Your head snapped at the sound of his voice. Hannibal was standing on the other side of the room with his back turned to you. He was still completely naked. When you didn’t respond to his question Hannibal turned on his heels to face you. Instinctively your eyes trailed over his naked body, your mind going to last night's events. You moved to look at the clock on the wall. It read 9 o’clock.

“Don’t you have any appointments today?”

“I canceled.”

“Why would you do that?”

“So that we could have breakfast together.”

Hannibal moved away from the table he’d been working on giving you a clear view of the breakfast he’d laid out. You rose from the loveseat moving towards him. Hannibal watched you make your way to him, admiring the beauty of your body as you moved. He could see the hickeys he’d left on your neck last night. The sight pleased him greatly.

You looked over the contents of the table. Everything looked delicious. You shifted your gaze to Hannibal, a smile spreading over your face. You wrapped your arms around his waist giving him a hug. Hannibal's arms wound around your body, his hands moving to hold your head.

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. Now sit. Your food is getting cold.”

The two of you sat down and began to eat. The room was quiet as you ate. It was a sort of quiet you’d become accustomed too. The quiet that came when your mind decided it needed to jump into action.

“What are you thinking over there?”

“What are we gonna do? About us, I mean. We clearly crossed a line yesterday.”

“Do you regret it?”

“No, of course not. Do you?”

“No. I do not.”

“Someone could find out. It could ruin your job.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t. It’ll be our little secret. Patient confidentiality and all that.”

“Our secret huh?”

“Is that alright with you?”

“Yeah. It is.”

“Wonderful. Now drink your coffee and finish your eggs.”

#smut #smut fanfiction #smut tag #hannibal #hannigram #hannibal lecter #dr lecter #mads mikkelsen #mads mikkleson #mads mikkelsen smut #hannibal fandom #hannibal fanfiction #hannibal x reader #hannibal tv show #hannibal x you #hannibal smut #dr lector smut #therapist reader #therapist x paciente reader

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klipkillakai · 3 months

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how i see könig :p

the last two pics is when he enlisted when he was younger :(

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shuichiakainx · 4 months

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happy eve people 🎅🎄♥️

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rottngdeer · 4 months

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Bloodsuckers — 5

Pairings || Hannibal Lecter x Vampire!Female!Reader x Will Graham

Part 5/?

Part 4

Contents/Warnings || Not proofread. Hannibal being Hannibal, blood consumption, implied murder, SMUT !!, fingering, p in v.

Authors Note || hi, so sorry for the delay in chapters. my mental health has been trash and junior year of college is beating my ass :’) but i’m rewatching hannibal again and finally got enough inspiration to start writing again wooo.

AO3 || here

“So Jack hired you and doesn’t even believe in what your saying?”

“To put it bluntly, yes. What’s your excuse?” Will asks.

“Me and Hannibal have.. an arrangement. One that I can’t get out of.”

A silence came between you and Will. He had shown up to your house out of the blue, pushing you further about your relationship with Hannibal. It seemed like Will only knew Hannibal’s secret, but not yours, and not what you and Hannibal’s relationship really was.

“Look, Will, I can’t help you with this.”

“Does he have something on you?”

“No.”

Another silence. You lied, obviously, but you could tell that Will didn’t believe you.

“What is it?”

“Will-“

“What is it?? We can help each other.”

“No, we can’t. Whatever you think it is, it’s not that, trust me.”

“Why can’t you trust me?” Will asked straightforwardly.

“It’s complicated. I trust you, but I really, really can’t talk about this.” You put your hands on both of his shoulders, gently squeezing them, “I can take care of myself. And I can take care of Hannibal.”

“Take care of him, hm?”

“No like that,” your arms fell back to your sides. “I can take care of my situation with him.”

You were annoyed. Annoyed that Will wouldn’t stop pushing you about Hannibal, annoyed that Hannibal had power over you, annoyed that you hadn’t consumed any blood in a few days. Your eyes kept landing on Wills neck, but your thoughts kept wandering to Hannibal.

“You should go,” You told Will, rubbing your temples, “I don’t want to talk about this again.” Will looks annoyed, but he doesn’t fight you. He leaves without another word, and you stand alone in your living room for a few minutes but pulling your phone out of your pocket, hesitantly calling Hannibal.

He picks up quickly, “Y/N.”

“Do you.. have anything for me?” You ask, staying vague on the phone.

“20 minutes.”

“Thank you,” you mumble. hanging up. You pace the room while you wait, hungry and tired.

Hannibal was punctual as usual, ringing your doorbell at exactly 20 minutes. “Hello,” He says when you open the door. You pull him inside, locking the door behind him as he says, “I’ve only brought myself for you.”

“That’s fine,” You watch him take off his blazer and roll up his sleeve. There’s faint marks on his arm from the last time you fed off him, only serving as a reminder for how good he tasted. He sits down on your couch and waits for you to join him, holding his arm out comfortably for you. You sit close beside him and lean down, running your tongue along the vein on his arm before sinking your fangs into him. As you feed, you feel his eyes glued to you. You both knew that he got something out of watching you feed; a fascination or morbid curiosity about your species and how you work. You eventually pull away, licking the droplets of blood that spill out of the puncture wounds.

He wiped a line of blood off of your chin with his thumb, keeping eye contact as he sucks it off of his finger. You eventually break the silence by saying, “I’ve never met a human like you before. I mean that as both of a compliment and an insult.”

Hannibal doesn’t reply to that, roughly grabbing your chin and commanding, “Open.”

You slowly open your mouth and watch as Hannibal eyes your fangs curiously. You close your mouth after a minute and are suddenly met with Hannibal’s lips hitting yours. An almost violent make-out ensues, with both of you fighting for dominance over each other for a few minutes. You eventually bite his tongue, not too hard but enough to draw blood. He breaks the kiss, tasting his own blood in his mouth. He gives you no time to react as he roughly grabs your hips and spins you, shoving you onto your stomach on the couch. You feel the weight shift as Hannibal moves from sitting normally to standing on his knees. He grabs your hips again, pulling them up so your ass was in the air.

“That was very rude of you,” He says, his hands reaching around your waist and unzipping your jeans, swiftly pulling them down and off. He pushes your panties to the side, not bothering to take them off. You look over your shoulder at him as he licks two of his fingers before pushing them inside of you. You let out a low moan and buried your face into the couch cushion. He wasn’t gentle with you, shoving his fingers in and out of you quickly, stretching you out to prepare you for him.

Your hips instinctively pushed back against him, craving more as he continued, only to feel his fingers pull out of you. You hear his belt clink and his pants unzip before he grabs your hips again, holding them still before pushing himself inside you. You hiss and grab the couch cushion, the pain and pleasure of it overwhelming you.

Hannibal gave you a minute to adjust before pulling out almost fully and slamming back in. “Fuck!” You cursed, clenching around him, only encouraging him to start a rough pace, pushing in and out of you hard and fast.

He keeps his pace steady, his hands holding your hips in place as you attempted to squirm. It didn’t take long for you to feel the fire in your stomach grow hotter as your orgasm approached. Your moans began to get louder at each thrust, your nails digging into the couch cushion. You felt Hannibal’s weight press against your ass as he leaned forward, one of his hands leaving your hip to reach around and rub small circles on your clit. Your eyes squeezed shut as you began to shake, your moans going up in pitch before you came, crying out his name.

Hannibal kept his pace up for another minute before his hips stuttered and you heard him groan before spilling inside of you. He stays inside of you for a moment before pulling out, pushing your panties back into place. You slowly sat up, finally looking at him as he zips his pants back up and tucking in his button up.

The two of you sit next to each other for a minute before he says, “I’ll run you a bath.” He stands, looking down at you and holding out his hand. You hesitantly take it, following him into the bathroom, wondering just how much more complicated this would be now that you’ve done this with him.

#hannibal #hannibal x y/n #hannibal x you #hannibal x reader #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter #nbc hannibal #will graham fanfic #will graham #will graham x reader #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #hannibal smut #hannibal x reader smut

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theartofimagining13 · 1 year

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Imagine:

You and your husband Mads have been fighting over the most ridiculous things lately and you’re simply not getting along at all anymore; every little thing turns into a problem. One day, you get into yet another heated argument where you end up slapping him which had never happened before. Mads freezes for a second and in that same second you fear the worst, but then, you start to wrestle one another knocking things over all around the house until Mads pushes you against a wall and kisses you like never before. The anger suddenly blends into passion and you two end up having the best sex of your life, and that was the whole problem; you two hadn’t been intimate in months and were incredibly frustrated, but after that, you were like rabbits.

#I feel like Mads would secretly like to be slapped. He won't say it but it's foreplay for him #He's a slap me and I will fuck you harder kind of guy. Like Chris Evans and Henry Cavill i am sure. MAYBE EVEN TOM #I will stop now #Imagine Mads Mikkelsen #Unfaithful Fridays #Mads Mikkelsen #Mads Mikkelsen x reader #Imagine

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the-avengers-ate-my-tongue · 1 year

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Mrs. Fell (Smut)

Summary: you've been living with Hannibal in Florence under the identity of Mrs. Fell. Although you missed Will dearly, the energy between the psychiatrist and you begin to unfold in different — and intriguing — paths.

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x reader, Will Graham x reader (mentioned)

Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence and, obviously, sex.

English is not my first language, if you see any mistake, let me know!

Word Count: 2280

You jolted upwards on your bed, sweat soaking the silk linens and the black nightgown you wore.

Another nightmare. They were becoming quite common these days.

You sighed, allowing your body to lie back down, the mattress springs squeaking annoyingly. With unnecessary roughness, you covered your mouth with your hand, trying to suppress your hopeless cries so they wouldn't wake Hannibal up. Even though he was in another room, the walls had ears. You knew he would hear you somehow. He always did.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm down. God, how you missed Will. His touch and soft voice would be exactly what you needed to soothe you, his words of assurance guaranteeing you everything was alright and nothing would harm you, for he wouldn't allow it.

But things ended up slipping out of his control, didn't they? You weren't with him anymore, under his golden protection. You were with Hannibal Lecter in a fancy house in Florence, Italy. Being held hostage, as much as he would disagree. Kept as a pet, an amusement. A consolation prize. Spoils of war.

Without your control, your mind spiralled to the night Hannibal took you as advantage in his escape, disembowelling Will cowardly and threatening to kill him if you wouldn't come with him. His last fraction of torture, you remember thinking to yourself while you both rode the motorcycle under those heavy drops of rain that washed all your tears away.

You also remembered how kindly he wiped your tears without saying a word, for he knew nothing he would say would be enough. You were in that position because of him, after all. You had begged him to let you stay, to talk to Will, but he wouldn't have none of it. The flight to Italy was bittersweet, since you had never flown before, the sky being ignorantly astonishing to your pain.

You still felt the ghost of Will's bloodied kiss before you left him. His breathless sobs still echoed in your ears, clenching your heart painfully. You never were religious, but you remember praying he would survive the wound, so you could be reunited again and forget all about the goddamn FBI, Jack Crawford and Hannibal Lecter.

You both could live in a small cottage by the sea, fish, swim and sail all day long, raise a few babies of your own. Little boys and girls with dark hair and y/e/c eyes running around the beach, laughing joyfully with nothing to worry about.

That reality seemed distant, however, at least at the moment. You would linger in the shadows of Lydia Fell, your new identity, until it was safe enough to come to light again.

Time travelled fast while you pretended to be the wife of the renowned Dr. Fell. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and you could feel the energy between you and Hannibal shift mysteriously. It was surprisingly easy to be Mrs. Fell, attending to parties, little soirees vanity allowed Hannibal to arrange. He would pamper you with pretty dresses, fancy food and barbiturates, making days easier to endure, afternoons fun and evenings interesting, filled with culture and knowledge you never got tired of soaking like a sponge. Whenever the memory of Will became too unbearable, you would pop a pill and drink a glass of Bâtard-Montrachet, dancing to old elegant tunes; your head feeling hazy and heavy until you finally gave up and went to bed.

His bed, after a while. It was more convenient to pretend integrally to be Mrs. Fell. It wasn't so bad, after all, you hated sleeping all alone. Hannibal's presence made you feel safer, and he was ever most respectful towards you. It didn't take long for you to realize the longing stare to his hands when he cooked, or the way his back flexed when he sliced something thick. Started as innocent glances; until you finally acknowledged the lust rising at the bottom of your abdomen with the silliest of things, like when he played the piano, or talked about the paintings and sculptures of the house you were both staying in.

You couldn't deny how appealing the man was, with his charms, intelligence and sophistication. How easy it was for him to entangle Will and you into his web of lies and sadistic games. You were a mere fly, trapped, waiting — and sometimes even longing — to be devoured.

"Hair up or down?" You inquired with a sly smile, grabbing a fist of your hair and pulling it up while you looked at the mirror, watching Hannibal fix his cufflinks. He directed his attention to you and your exposed neck, and you noticed how his eyes darkened, making your insides twist.

In silence, he walked towards you, lowering the straps of your red dress a little bit to expose your shoulders, pulling out of his pocket a beautiful golden necklace with rubies the size of berries. You choked a gasp, covering your mouth while he tied the astonishing piece around your neck, allowing his fingers to gently caress the skin.

"Up. It will bring out your eyes even more with the necklace. Allow me." He took a few bobby pins and started to work on your hair with surprising skill, letting a few strands loose to shape your face perfectly.

"Is there anything you don't know how to do?" You teased, chuckling slightly while you stared at yourself in the mirror. You looked beautiful, and at the same time an entire different person.

"Yes." His eyes lingered on you with a subtle glow that didn't last long. "You're wearing the perfume I gave you."

"I am."

"It suits you."

"In what way, Hannibal?" You turned to face him with a capricious move, eying him from below.

"It's elegant and discreet, yes. However, it possesses a hidden flame that only the most skilled men are able to capture."

"And you're one of those men, I suppose."

"Would you say so, Y/n?"

You hesitated, chewing your lip with anticipation.

"That was very psychiatrist of you, Dr. Lecter. Directing the thought to me."

"Old habits never die, I suppose. You are avoiding the question, Y/n." He stepped closer, lifting your chin with his index, caressing it with his thumb. "Would you say so?"

You licked your lips and he followed the movement with his eyes.

"Hannibal… I'm Will's. My heart will always belong to him." You tried to push away his hand but he held your chin harder, keeping you in place.

"I've given you every single opportunity to flee over the past few months, Y/n. And yet, you remain here with me. You should face the inevitable" he knelt in front of you, his hands traveling through your thighs, lifting your dress. "You enjoy being Mrs. Lecter more than you would like to acknowledge."

You sighed, allowing your head to drop back, longing to be touched.

"Mrs. Fell." You corrected, eyes closed. "I am Mrs. Fell."

He lifted one of your legs, placing it over his shoulder while lifting your dress up, a guttural moan escaping his throat once he realized you were bare under it. The soft touch of his tongue in your core was enough to drive you mad, grabbing his locks while he delighted himself with your taste. You whimpered, moaning his name under your breath, biting your lip so hard you felt your front teeth penetrate the flesh, the copper taste of blood invading your tongue.

Hannibal could smell it, lifting his eyes quickly like a predator, rising only to lick the small trickle that stained your chin. You were surprised with how much that aroused you; he hesitated, staring at your mouth with hungry eyes, and you wondered if he was asking for permission. You granted it with pulling him closer, kissing him with passion, tasting more parts of yourself on his tongue that you could fathom. He held you by your ass, lifting you up with ease while you wrapped your legs around his hips without breaking the kiss. You felt the soft touch of the mattress against your back and the silk linens, focusing on how good Hannibal's hands felt as they explored your body, rough and experienced touches that certainly would leave a few bruises tomorrow.

He got slightly impatient, then, ripping your dress and exposing your breasts, your nipples hard with the stimulation. You gasped with the abrupt move, raising your arms to cover yourself instinctively, but he held your hands against the mattress with no avail.

"I liked that dress!" You protested, trying to hide how nervous you were, the feeling of doing something wrong spreading adrenaline over your entire being.

"Perhaps I should buy you another one, then" Hannibal said while starting to undress, throwing his vests on the ground. "I have the feeling you were never touched the way you truly desire, Y/n."

That single line caused you to paralyze like a doe on headlights, your wide eyes staring at him with disbelief. He was right; you hadn't been with many men in your life, and the longest relationship you had was with Will. He was never too much interested in sex, though, and on the times you actually did it, he touched you like one would handle a fine china. With care and tenderness, as if he feared to break you. It wasn't bad at all, he made love to you every single time, always so intense and intimate that you felt like you would break in tears sometimes.

Hannibal was right. You were never fucked properly because you never had been with a man who cared about your true desires. Moreover, it wasn't Will's fault that you never showed him your dark inclinations, he had a twisted view of perfection when it came to you. The only light in his life, the only unchangeable good. Being held in that place was exhausting and you had never realized how full of it you were until Hannibal's statement.

"Tell me what you want, Y/n." He commanded. You blinked away images of Will to the bottom of your conscience, embracing your desire and acting on it.

"I want you inside me," you pleaded, using your elbows to support you while you stared at his remarkable body. "Take me, Hannibal."

A convinced smirk illustrated his lips, his pupils so dilated his eyes were completely black. He crawled over you, nibbling on your neck and earlobe while his hips nested on yours, fitting in perfectly as if you both were built to the purpose by gods. He entered you without a warning, causing you to sink your nails into the skin of his back. He sighed, the feeling of your walls clenching to accommodate him being too good to be true. You spread your legs, allowing him to reach deeper, a state of bliss pouring over you. It was wrong, but it felt so right. You moved your hips in perfect synchrony, one of his hands grabbing your neck, keeping you in place without actually hurting. He used his thumb to caress your bottom lip and you took the opportunity to suck on his finger, the salty taste tickling the tip of your tongue.

That caused him to fasten his movements without care, a light ache joining your pleasure. The wet sound of his thrusts, your moans and his groans echoed through the bedroom like an unholy symphony, the scent of sex and sweat starting to fill the air. The tip of his cock touched a critical point inside you repeatedly, and you could feel the tension start to build up at the bottom of your abdomen, arching your back while he grabbed your hair, pulling your head to the side to sink his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder, near your collarbone. That sent sparks along your spine, and you sucked the air through your teeth, your nails descending the skin of his back and drawing blood.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head while you felt pleasure wash over you, release becoming almost unbearable. It was as if Hannibal knew all your buttons, where to touch you, exactly what to do to bring you to the edge of the abyss. And you jumped without hesitation, his breath fastening till a moan escaped his lips and he filled you with his cum, his body trembling in silent ecstasy.

He didn't leave you right away, enjoying the warm and wet feeling of your cunt for a few more moments before he finally pulled out, trying to stabilize his breathing. You stared at the ceiling with glassy eyes and ajar lips, feeling his cum dripping out of you. Without a word, Hannibal picked you up in his arms with a surprising tenderness, taking you to the bathroom and preparing a hot bath.

Ah, Will. Forgive me. What have I done? Was the thought that echoed in your mind repeatedly, realization towering over you with an iced shadow. You tried to catch a glimpse of the sun under months of a lonely dark night, but ended up being severely burned. As Icarus flew too close and had his wings melted, you fell to your doom, beyond salvation, beyond forgiveness. You were stained for life; Will would never look at you the same way.

"Y/n." Hannibal stared at you with his chocolate irises, proceeding to wash your hair, removing the bobby pins himself had placed over your locks earlier. You felt weirdly numb, dissociative, like your body wasn't your own anymore.

"Lydia" you corrected in a tired whisper, a demented little smile playing in your lips. "My name is Lydia Fell."

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shegatsby · 10 months

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Hi, how are you? Please don't judge or kill me! Please, I don't condone this kind of behaviour. So, I have a request about Mads Mikkelsen's character Le Chiffre from Casino Royale.

So Female!Reader's father won against Le Chiffre his money at the casino.

To take revenge, Le Chiffre kidnaps Reader to get revenge on her father. Warning:Kidnapping, Non-con.

Please don't kill me, I don't condone this behaviour.!!! <3<3<3

A/N; Thank you for this request I sure had fun writing it ;) It got longer than i expected but hey, who cares. love you all.

Warnings; Kidnapping, smut, minors get the fuck out or else!

The only reason why you followed your father to Montenegro was to unwind from stressful year at the university. He said he had some business to attend to and he offered you a most generous holiday which you didn’t hesitate to indulge in. First few days were relaxing, you joined a yoga class, got several massages, swam in the sea and also at the pool, however, tonight would be the night to switch things up.

Your father said he was going to gamble at a casino, the hotel you stayed in was infamous for its illegal businesses such as gambling. Your father said it could be fun to have you there with him, he liked to show off his intelligent and siren looking daughter and to distract the gamblers.

Your dress was long and red, the fabric was satin, so smooth on your skin, the dress had a slash on your left side, up to your thigh. Hair let loose, red nails and red lips.. you were the walking femme fatal that night.

You entered the room with your dad, a soft 20s music was playing at the casino, yellow lights and dark green chairs, couches made the place look vintage, there were bodyguards at each door.

As you walked together you saw him

He was among his ‘’friends’’ or people he did business with. He was covered in black, which made him look manly and dangerous. His silver watch was shining under the yellow lights, you noticed that he had no ring, could be single. He was laughing at one of their jokes when he lifted his gaze and he saw you entering. His expression changed in a second, the way he looked at you up and down didn’t go unnoticed. His left eye twitched and he looked away, from afar you could see there was something in his left eye, looked like a nasty scar. It made you curious about him, because the way he dressed and held himself showed you that he had men to do the dirty work but maybe, time to time he liked to get his hands dirty… why were you so interested in a man who seemed older than you all of a sudden? You were here to enjoy your holiday and do a trick with our dad. Ever since you hit the age 18 your dad started to take you to casinos when he wanted to gamble, and you came up with this thing where you flirt with other gamblers to distract them, it worked usually because of weak nature of men.

Your father guided you to the bar to get drinks, there was still 20 minutes till the game started so he ordered you something and you gracefully took your place to observe the environment. ‘’Excuse me love, I have to use the restroom.’’ Your father announced and left, you were enjoying your drink and listening to the soft tunes when you felt a presence next to you. You looked up to see your father but you were surprised. That man with the scar was sitting next to you, ‘’Hello.’’ He said looking at you, he wasn’t shy showing his scar, it was infact nasty but you didn’t shy away, you directly looked into his eyes, you innocently smiled, for some strange reason you liked the scar, it suited him perfectly. His plump lips formed into a dangerous smile, ‘’Allow me to accompany you while you wait for your partner.’’ His tone was questioning, he ordered two drinks, ‘’He is my father. Not so smooth are you Mister?’’ he chuckled at your boldness, he extended his hand, ‘’Le Chiffre. And you are?’’

You accepted his hand, he had a strong grip, ‘’Ms. Y/N Y/L/N.’’ he gave a small peck on your hand, predator disguised as a gentleman. ‘’I assume you are here to accompany your father?’’ you took a sip from your cocktail, ‘’Correct. I didn’t want to leave him alone, plus, I’m his lucky charm.’’

‘’Good girl.’’ His eyes never left yours, you wondered if he could see from his scarred eye, of course you didn’t ask. With his comment you could feel heat rising up to your cheeks, thankfully your father came.

‘’Le Chiffre?’’ your father asked in a not so kind matter, ‘’Mr. Y/L/N,’’ he greeted your father with the same icy cold courtesy. ‘’Long time no see.’’ Your father said, ‘’Looking forward to see you at the game with your,’’ he looked at you, ‘’lucky charm.’’ His hand went to his pocket to get his silver inhaler and bid you goodbye. You didn’t understand the tension that they had, maybe it was because of the competitive business life.

Soon the game started, your father’s instructions were simple, wait for Le Chiffre to make a bold move and distract him, it was an old game of yours.

You were like a hawk watching the table from afar, your fingertips circling around the cocktail glass, you saw that it was his turn to make a move and you bolted to your feet. Your heels were making powerful sounds on the marble floor and you saw him looking up as he was shaking the dice in his big palm, your eyes never left his dangerous ones, he wasn’t ready the dice unintentionally fell from his palm, you saw the pure anger written on his perfectly shaped face as you got on the elevator you could hear your father’s victorious laugh.

You didn’t join your father, who was celebrating the big cash he just won. You were in your hotel room, just out of the shower and moisturized. You couldn’t help but think of Le Chiffre, was that money important to him? Did your father and he had a history? You needed a spa night. Since it was late you didn’t mind leaving your hotel room only in a long robe and nothing else, the halls were quiet, no workers around which was strange. You didn’t mind, the spa was at the top floor so you pressed the button and waited, after few floors two men who were dressed in black joined. When you reached the top floor something felt fishy with the situation but you couldn’t turn back to your room now so you decided to stick with the plan. Your steps were quick on the marble floors, you finally saw someone who was attending the spa area and you informed them, they smiled and showed you to one of the cabins. You were alone, thankfully. You just sat and closed your eyes to relax, the steam helped you calm your mind, well, it was too calming and soon you were asleep.

You slowly started to feel your body again, your eyelids felt so heavy but a sudden panic made you open your eyes, you weren’t at the spa, you were at a bedroom.. that wasn’t yours.

As you lifted your body with the help of your shaky hands you heard a voice which was familiar, ‘’Slow down, you are still recovering.’’ Someone, a man, sat on the edge of the bed and you could feel his hand on your small back. You looked up to see him and it was Le Chiffre, but why was he here?

‘’Wh-‘’ your throat was dry, ‘’Here.’’ He offered you a glass of water, you were hesitant but thirst clenched your being so you drank with his help. ‘’Good girl.’’ He said when you drank the whole glass.

You were coming to your senses so you pushed yourself away from him, your back resting on the headboard of the bed, ‘’You might be wondering why you’re here-‘’

‘’Might?!’’ you replied. Cleary not amused, ‘’As you can remember your father won a significant amount of money, thanks to your help, I want that money back.’’

‘’So you kidnapped me?!’’ you could feel anger boiling, ‘’Smart one aren’t you. Until that money is returned you are my-‘’

‘’Hostage.’’ You sarcastically said, ‘’guest.’’ He answered, ‘’It had been 5 hours since you were taken You must be hungry. Come.’’ He extended his hand but you refused, as you quickly stood up you got dizzy so he grabbed your waist, his scent filled your nostrils. He smelled good.

You couldn’t protest because it was hard for you to walk so with his help you left the room. You weren’t at the hotel anymore, it was a mansion. Was this his house? You walked down the stairs, all you could see was an astonishing house with large paintings and furniture. He took you to the dining room where breakfast waiting for you both. Your stomach growled, he chuckled and helped you to your chair. ‘’Why can’t you just win the money back? There is another game tonight.’’ You asked, looking at the breakfast. You had to keep your calm in order to survive because you didn’t know what was he capable of. ‘’I don’t have for another game and I don’t like taking chances.’’

You laughed sarcastically, ‘’Says the man who was gambling last night.’’ You drank the orange juice, it was tasty. ‘’I was going to win. Until I got distracted by a certain beauty.’’ His comment made you blush so you didn’t look at him, ‘’Is it scary to look at me love?’’ he sounded hurt, ‘’I understand if it is the case.’’ You didn’t care about the scar so you looked straight at him, ‘’There we go.’’ He smiled, ‘’Now, finish your breakfast, I have plans for us.’’

You didn’t know his plan but you had to play along, you finished your breakfast as he commanded so, it was delicious anyways and you were almost sure there was no poison. He looked at your finished plate, you could see a small smile forming on his plump lips, they distracted you, ‘’Well done.’’ You noticed that he kept giving you praises, which was your weak spot but he didn’t know.. or did he?

He stood up, extended his big hand, ‘’Shall we?’’

You thought he was going to torture you, lock in his basement, feed you to his dogs but instead he took you on a stream in the mountains, he said he liked to come here, swim and make plans for his business, he said the water calms his nerves and keeps him connected to mother nature. Before you left his mansion a maid came to give you a bag with everything you need, a bathing suit, towels, sunglasses, sunscreen, you name it. Le Chiffre didn’t need changing, he just took off his shirt and jumped into the stream, you thought he wanted to give you privacy so you quickly changed into your bathing suit, it was red, a color he choose but you had no idea. Once you changed you placed one of the towels on the grass and sat, started to put sunscreen on your legs, arms, ‘’Need a hand?’’ you heard his serpent voice, tempting and you looked up to see him, on the edge, his broad arms supporting his body by leaning into the ground, ‘’Yes, thank you.’’ Two can play the games, you thought. The way he jumped up to the shore, his arms and legs flexing did something to your core. You had to exhale the breath you were holding, without a word he sat behind you, put some sunscreen in his palm and started to rub your back. You literally held onto grass under your hands, his calloused hands trying to be gentle but you could sense the certain urge to go deep, and rough.

‘’When I first saw you at the casino,’’ he began, ‘’I thought to myself, I must have this girl somehow.’’ He wasn’t shy at all, ‘’I guess Universe finally decided to give me a break and let me have one good thing.’’ It was obvious that his life was difficult, and seeing you as something good made you blush.

You turned to face him, his eyes were hoping for something, something tangible and you decided.

You leaned in to give him a kiss which he gladly took, his lips were so full and soft, his big hands went to caress your face, as the kiss got heated you followed his movements, he made you lay on your back, your legs invited him by opening. When he bit your neck you moaned, he pulled away, ‘’Did I hurt you?’’ he was out of breath, the genuine curiosity could be seen in his eyes and you almost cried. ‘’No, keep going.’’

He kissed you again, you could feel his hard member between your legs, there was no going back.

His hand went to dip into your wetness and he moaned into your mouth, he pulled away to give kisses to your face and neck, ‘’just how I imagined.’’ He said as he started to rub your clit, your arched your back, his sweet torture was driving you mad. ‘’Do you want this?’’ he looked to see any sort of discomfort on your face but all he found was flushed cheeks, lust written in your eyes, mouth slightly parted. ‘’Yes,’’ you said, ‘’please’’ he grinned.

His fingers pushed the fabric away, he quickly got rid of his short and gave himself few pumps, you couldn’t help but notice how big he was.

He rubbed his tip into your folds, making you whimper, ‘’pleasee’’ you said whining, ‘’Please what, lucky charm?’’ you couldn’t help but moan deeply, ‘’Please fuck me, ever since I saw you last night I wanted you to bend me over and fuck me raw.’’ Well, it wasn’t a lie, he had a strange aura to him.

Your confession startled him at first, Le Chiffre, even though he didn’t want to admit, he had insecurities thanks to the scar on his face, ladies usually went for his colleges, not him. Hearing you openly admit to want him turned him on, he was planning on to be gentle with you but after what you said, that wasn’t an option anymore, he had to have you and keep you all to himself.

Your legs wrapped around him and he inserted himself with one thrust, you screamed in pain at first because it had been a while, ‘’Look at me.’’ He was deep inside you, you could feel his pubic hair tickling your skin. You meet his eyes and he started to move, you knew after this session you would have sore thighs, but you didn’t want him to stop. He stretched you out perfectly, ‘’Open your mouth.’’ And you did, he spit in your mouth, bit your lower lip, gave you multiple hickies.

Your fingers locking in his hair, you’ve never heard a man moan like him before, it made you clench around him again and again. You wetness and the sounds you make was heaven for him, of course he had multiple partners before but they all seemed fake, artificial, on the other hand you were screaming, tears in the corner of your eyes, you looked perfect. He sucked on your clothed nipples, gave them slaps, you were close and each sucking and slapping made you see stars, you liked his roughness. ‘’Come on my cock princess, let me feel it, come on.’’ He knew you were close and his praises pushed you over the edge, he followed behind.

His head fell to the crook of your neck, both of you were breathing heavily, ‘’I can’t let you go, not after this.’’

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voxmortuus · 10 months

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I'm sorry the Hanniheads have been so rude to you. Ironic considering what he dies to the rude lollol. Take your time. There's no rush :)

This is sooooo not self indulgent lmao i was wondering about a yandere Hannibal waking up and his darling is totally gone. Her shoes are still there, all her stuff. He searches every where for her and finally finds her outside, having sleep walked all the way to the edge of the woods.

I sleep walk, I once woke up stirring an empty pot on the stove. Thank God my mom heard the commotion. I was around 12 at the time, now I'm 27 and it's calmed down a lot. I still laugh in my sleep from time to time, bonus points if you could perhaps include the reader laughing in her sleep?

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A void, an empty void. He could feel it, the bed felt cold, like it had been emptied for a long while. Hannibal shoots up looking over to see your side of the bed is empty, and cold.

"Where did you go?" He asked aloud, but low and behold no answer. His brow furrowed. "Y/N!? WHERE ARE YOU?!" He called out, but nothing still.

He looks around the bedroom, and all over the upstairs, you've got to be somewhere. He kept repeating in his head. He didn't like that you weren't here, his heart raced, he panicked a bit, and felt this obsessive need to find you. Where could you have gone, you couldn't have gone far. Calling your phone didn't help, you turned it off, but why? Why did you turn it off tonight? That was slightly unlike you.

Hanibal's brow furrows again, finding your phone on the bathroom sink. He leaves it there before he heads down the stairs. Looking around and sees your things are still here, your bag, your shoes, and the front door wide open. Where did you go?

He feels this deeper panic, did you get taken? Did you run away and leave everything here? He started to worry even more, feeling this deeper need to find you. He steps out of the front door and calls for you, but you do not respond. His jaw clenches and he starts to look around outside, walking the property until he looks in the grass and sees footprints, and he follows them.

The ground was wet from the dew, your feet were covered in blades of grass, some dirt specks, your night shirt hung off your body, swaying in the wind as the bottom of it brushed against your legs. You stood there, just staring into the black void of the woods. What were you looking at? What was it you were seeing? What was calling you? You just stood there, watching, swaying slightly, not aware of the chill of the summer night.

Upon following your footprints Hannibal find you, he knows waking you can be a problematic situation, so he guides you back inside. Blinking a few times, you look over at him and tilt your head.

"Were they not calling you, my Love?" you ask.

Hannibal shakes his head. "No, my Darling, they were not, I'm not as special as you are. Come now, back in bed." He states softly.

"Do you think they'll call for you one day?" You ask.

He smiles and shakes his head. "No, my Darling, I do not." He states softly as he gets you back into bed and covers you up.

The moment your head hits that pillow you're back asleep, but afraid you'll wander off again, he takes a seat in the chair in the corner of the bedroom and watches you. Like hell you're going to leave him. The idea of that happening angered him, but he wasn't going to take it out on you. He just truly didn't like the idea, it made him sick and aggressive and overly possessive.

Watching you, he pays close attention to your motions, maybe he can find a way to fix this, you didn't do it often, but when you did, it scared him each time. It was this little bubble in his chest that grew and grew each time he woke up and you weren't there. You scared him, you scared him deeply, and he didn't like that.

With a small moment of silence, he thought he heard you giggle, so he listened a little closer. Sure enough, you were giggling. A soft tilt of his head, and soft chuckle escaped his lips.

"How adorable." He spoke softly, shaking his head he let out a breath and leaned back in his chair and sat there watching you, making sure you weren't going to leave his side again.

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creepyyanderegirl · 4 months

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Yandere Hannibal Lecter Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you)

Hugging,cuddling,caressing,kissing,holding,hair playing, hand holding,arm over shoulder

B=Bound (How much do they share with you)

Tries not to keep secrets from you

C=Cruel (How do they punish you)

Yelling,starving,force feeding,spanking,isolation, ties you up,holding

D-Desire (How long until they take you)

1 month

E=Even (To what level are they dominant)

Dominant

F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you)

Get married

G=Gifts (What do they give you)

Anything and Everything

H=Hell (Worst experience with them)

Angry moments,dinner time,jealous moments, his punishments

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you)

10/10

J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous)

Very easily. Eats anyone who looks at you

K=Killing (How do they handle killing)

He's very brutal and painful. Cooks them for dinner for you two

L=Language (What is their love language)

All of them

M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way)

He can't be manipulated

N=No (To what strength would they go for you)

He'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you)

9/10

P=Pet names(What do they call you)

Dear,my dear,my sweet,love,my love,good girl,baby girl,princess, hunny,darling,sweetheart

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died)

He acts like he is okay but is broken

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away)

None

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you)

8/10

T=Type (What type of yandere are they)

Manipulative,Possessive, Obsessive, stalker,insane,Isolating

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes)

He's a cannibal

V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back)

Holds you in place

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will)

Ties you up,force feeding, holding

X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you)

Nothing really

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you)

6/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together)

Holds you in his arms

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gallavichsreddie1128 · 25 days

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Wife (Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham)

Description: Will and Hannibal have a wife that is just as crazy and messed up as they are.

Warning: Smut, Murder

Word Count: 2,556k

Hannibal and Will shared many things. The urge and like to kill, intelligence, love etc. But the best thing they shared was a wife. Y/N. She was legally married to Will but they all had a wedding together and had rings so maybe not by law but all three were married. Y/N was just as dangerous as the two as well. She knew of what they did and what they were capable of and she joined in. She loved it too. It made things so much easier on Hannibal and Will. They didn't have to force her to help or hide what they were doing, she just did it all without a complaint. Like right now: They all had a guest over that wasn’t aware of the relationship they had. Hannibal invited this guy over and he was about to be a meal. Y/N sat on Will’s lap in a red dress, her hair was up in a bun and her makeup was a basic nude look. Why wasn’t she sitting in a chair? It’s more fun this way. They all ate the food that Hannibal cooked up for them. Y/N stared at the guy Hannibal invited as he ate the food not realizing he was eating another human. It made her chuckle. She observed the guy as he put the fork of food in his mouth. She looked over at Hannibal as he talked with the guy. Will sometimes interjected to be a smartass but Y/N hadn’t said a word.

The guy looked at Y/N on Will’s lap and she waved at him with an innocent smile. He smiled at her and Will glared at the guy. The guy looked away and Y/N looked behind her at Will. His glare went away and he squeezed her hips. She rolled her eyes and went back to eating. “So Mr. Lecter, I see a ring on your finger, you have a wife?” The guy asked. Hannibal nodded and set down his wine. “That I do. She was a real beauty.” Hannibal said.

Y/N hid the blush on her face. “Where is she tonight? If you don’t mind me asking.” Hannibal shook his head. “Not at all. She’s here with us.” The guy looked confused. Poor idiot. “Right over here.” Y/N said with her hand up. The guy looked over at her and at Will. “So those two aren’t married?” He asked. “No we are.” Will said. “So she’s married to the both of you?” He asked. “I am.” She said. “Is there a problem with that?” Will asked. The guy shook his head at the dark tone in Will’s voice. “No, not at all. You just don’t see that too much.” Y/N got up off of Will’s lap and sat next to the guy. She looked over at him with her chin resting in her hand. “What makes it special, ain’t it?” She asked. The man nodded. “Yeah I guess it does.” She looked at his hands and noticed there wasn’t a ring on it. She grabbed his hand and examined it.

He looks at her weirdly as she looks at his hand. “You don’t have a ring on your finger. You aren’t married. So you gotta girlfriend?” She asked him. He shook his head No. She dropped his hand on the table. Will and Hannibal watched the scene play out in front of them. “Well I guess that makes this easier.” She says and pulls at a knife. She quickly stabs him in the head. He gasps and groans in pain as he twitches from shock. They all watch him as he freaks out. “What the fuck?” He freaked out. “When that gets pulled out you die.” She tells him and takes a seat on Hannibal’s lap this time. They all watched the man as he was breathing hard and trying not to freak out too much. “Will take it out.” Hannibal tells him. Will gets up and the guy freaks out yelling No as Will grabs a hold of the knife and pulls it out of the guy’s skull. Blood pours out and the guy falls on the table. Will looks at the knife and smirks.

Other times when they killed people it wasn’t always a known fact that they were married or at all. Y/N set down her wedding ring and gave a deep breath. She was in the skankiest dress she had and heels. The dress was a pretty dark purple, her hair was straight and she had a basic makeup look. She walked out of the bathroom and looked for a decent looking guy she could play with and the boys could kill. She saw one about 6’4 and in a suit. He looked really good. He had shaggy hair and green eyes. She walked over to him moving her hips catching his attention. He looked at her and smiled as she approached him. “Hello there.” she said with an innocent smile. “Hey there, beautiful.” He said to her and checked her out. Will and Hannibal glared as they watched the man’s eyes drag over their wife’s body like she was meat. They watched as she twirled her hair and flirted with him. Her hand on his arm as she led him away from the party scene and to her room. He chuckled as she leaned up to kiss him, only cracking the door. Will and Hannibal followed them and watched through the cracked door. Their lips moved together as she sent the signal for the boys to enter the room.

They pushed open the door with a dark look in their eyes. “Well well well, what do we have here?” Will said. The guy pulled away from Y/N and looked behind him at the guys standing there. “Looks like these two were about to have sex.” Hannibal answered. “Get out of here you creeps.” Y/N yelled. She went up to them and tried to push them out of the room when Hannibal grabbed her. She screamed. “Okay guys let her go. We can just leave and go somewhere else.” He said. Y/N struggled in Hannibal’s arms as Will approached the guy. “No you won’t.” Will said to the guy. The guy laughed at him. “What are you going to do about it?” He asked Will. Will shrugged and pulled out a knife and stabbed the guy. The guy bent over and groaned in pain. Hannibal let go over Y/N and she walked over to the guy. “Sorry about this, my husbands are a little crazy.” She said sincerely. The guy managed to look up at her like she was crazy. “Husbands? You’re married?” She nodded and took the knife from Will’s hand. “Yes but I'm crazier.” Y/N said and stabbed the guy again in the stomach and dragged it across.

The guy screamed in pain and Will and Hannibal watched as their wife killed the bastard. The guy fell to the floor dead. Y/N turned towards them and smirked. She handed Hannibal the bloody knife. He took and smiled at her. “You did good, sweetie.” He tells her. “Do I get a reward?” She asked them, batting her eyelashes. They look at each other and smirk. “I think she should.” Will said. Hannibal nods in agreement. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed.” Hannibal demands. She nods and looks at the body. “What about the body?” She asked. “We will take care of it after.” Hannibal tells her. She nods and starts to strip. The two watch her with their lip between their teeth as her bare body slowly starts to show. Her hands were bloody from stabbing the guy. “Are you guys going to undress?” She asked them, standing in nothing. Hannibal turns to Will and kisses him causing Y/N to gasp.

Will kissed him back and wrapped an arm around him pulling him closer. His other hand took off his blazer. Hannibal’s hands unbuttoned Will’s shirt and helped him take it off. Y/N watched in awe as her husbands kissed. She was getting wetter by the second. Once Will was shirtless his hands moved to Hannibal’s blazer and took it off. Hannibal gripped his ass through the dress pants making Will moan into his mouth. Once Hannibal was shirtless they pulled apart from the kiss out of breath. They looked at Y/N who was rubbing her clit at the sight. They smirked at her. “Come remove our pants.” Hannibal told her. She walks over to Will first and unzips the pants.

She gets on her knees and pulls the pants down his legs revealing his hard on through his boxers. She grabbed the hem of his boxers and pulled them down letting his dick spring up proudly. “Now come remove mine.” Hannibal tells her. She gets up and moves over to Hannibal and does the same thing. All three stood bare in front of each other and the dead man on the ground. “Onto the bed, bunny.” Will tells her. She gets on the bed with her legs spread revealing her wet pussy. Hannibal took Will’s hand and they walked over the dead body to their little wife. “Look at how pretty our baby is.” Will said. She looked up at them with puppy dog eyes, waiting to be touched. “Who do you want first?” Hannibal asked her. She looked between the two of them. “I want Will’s tongue.” She said. Will was amazing at sex but even better at giving her head. Will smiled and dropped to his knees. He grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Her dripping wet pussy now inches away from his face. He blew on her a little, making her gasp at the cool air. He took a finger and wiped her pussy gathering her wetness. She let out a little moan at the feeling.

He put the finger in his mouth and hummed at the taste. “You taste amazing, bunny.” He told her. Her face turned red and his words. He leaned forward and licked up her pussy gathering the juices on his tongue. “Stop teasing me.” She whined. He chuckled at her plea and dove right in . Her hands immediately went to his hair. His tongue explored her craven like a maze. Hannibal watched closely at how Will licked and sucked on her. Her moans were loud and pornographic as he pleased her. His name fell from her lips like a prayer. His hands gripped her thighs as he moved his head from side to side making her gasp. Her hips started humping his face making her whine louder. Each thrust of her hips she moaned out to the boys. Hannibal dropped to his knees and got closer to the two. “Good boy, Will.” He praised.

He leaned down and kissed the man’s neck. Will moaned into her pussy as Hannibal attacked his sweet spot. The vibration making her gasp and pull at the man’s hair. She was close. Oh so close. Her hips were going wild as was Will’s tongue. Her hole was clenching around nothing and her thighs started to shake. Hannibal pulled away from Will’s neck and looked at the girl. “Are you close?” He asked her. She nodded and moaned out a yes. He smirked and stood up getting on the bed with her. He played with her hair. “Are you going to cum for us?” He asked. She whined out a yes and gasped as she felt her climax hit. Her hips went crazy and her moans got so loud. “Good girl.” Hannibal said and leaned down kissing her neck.

Will let her ride out her orgasm before pulling away from her cunt. He had her juices all over his mouth. Hannibal pulled away from her neck and saw Will’s face. He leaned towards him and kissed him, tasting her juices. Y/N leaned up and watched them kiss. Hannibal pulled away from the kiss and licked Will’s lips, cleaning off his face. “You’re right she does taste amazing.” Hannibal says. Will stood up and switched places with Will. “Are you ready for my cock sweetheart?” Hannibal asked her. She nodded. He stood up and lined his hard cock with her entrance. Will watched as Hannibal entered her. She moaned his name as he pushed into her inch by inch until he was deep. Will started kissing Hannibal’s neck making the man’s breath pick up. He started thrusting deep and hard into her. She laid her head back and closed her eyes, moaning at the feeling of him deep inside of her.

Will was sucking and biting the man’s neck leaving hickies. Hannibal hated that and would have to punish Will for it later but right now he was enjoying the wetness and warmth of their wife’s pussy. His hips now slamming into her over and over again. “Does that feel good, Hanni?” Will whispered in his ear, biting it softly. Hannibal groaned out. His groan wasn’t loud enough for Y/N to hear over her moans. Will’s face was in Hannibal’s neck mumbling sweet nothings trying to get him to cum so he can be inside Y/N before she cums. Hannibal was so close just by Will’s words. He knew what he was doing and tried to hold off but he couldn’t. “Hanni.” Y/N screamed and that’s all it took for the older man to cum. She gasped as she felt Hannibal’s cum deep inside of her. “Yeah fill that pussy.” Will said and watched Hannibal’s face calm. Hannibal’s hips stopped after he came. Y/N looked up at him with a glare. “Relax darling we are switching spots.” He said and pulled out of her. Will quickly entered her and groaned.

Her pussy was like home to him. He loved it and never wanted to leave. Hannibal watched as he didn’t take a moment and started fucking Y/N like he waited his whole life too. Hannibal thought it was a beautiful sight. His two lovers becoming one. “Will.” She screamed as he hit her g spot over and over again. His head was back and his eyes were closed. He was making noise as well but Y/N was louder. If Hannibal didn’t know any better he would think it was a competition about who could be louder during sex. He himself wasn’t a loud person during sex but his lovers were. Will couldn’t help himself. Whether it was Hannibal sucking his dick or Y/N’s tight pussy he couldn’t help but scream. Y/N gasped feeling herself get closer to her release. Will felt it too. His hips lost their rhythm as he whined her name.

Hannibal watched the two lose their breath and shake as they cum together. Both of their eyes rolling back and hips moving as they ride out the blissful high. Both men filled her to the brink. Will pulled out of her letting their cum drip out of her hole. She looked fucked out and tired. Will collapsed on the bed next to her and sighed. “That always feels amazing.” He breathes out. Hannibal gets on the other side of her. She looks at the two men and smiles. “I love you guys.” They smile and say it back. Forgetting about the dead body until Y/N gasped remembering it. “Guys, the body.” She exclaimed sitting up.

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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 1 year

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The slashers

(And Carrie please 😭)

With a albino child reader🤭‼️

Omg I don't know much about albinism sorry if I got something wrong or missed anything.

I shortened it because I'm not consistent.

Michael

Michael was stalking and then he saw you and thought you were a baby angel at first. Like seriously, you look so angelic!

Wanted to observe you more but then he realised that he's out for killing and then ran walked away.

A bit later when he's killed 3 people that he wonders why he didn't kill you. But whatever it was he wanted to see you again.

For a possibly-not-an-angel-and-just-an-odd-kid you sure as hell did act like an angel.

And then he started to feel protective over you. He distanced himself but that didn't work so he just dealt with this annoying feeling for now.

He saw a kid call you a mf chalk and then later he was also found cut out and dead like a chalk.

It was a sunny day where you tried to cover your eyes from the bright sun away from your sensitive eyes and your not so good wasn't helping at all.

You kept bumping into things when you bumped into a hard clothed big statue like legs which made a shade for your smaller body and you got a good look at your savior.

You were kinda creeped out since his gaze on you felt the exact watching ones you felt when you were outside or near a window but those eyes never meant harm or anything malicious towards you.

The figure then fastly walked away which was unknowingly the start of your new little friendship.

Sinclair brothers

They couldn't believe their eyes when they first saw you. You were just so... Different! In a good way! Wondered if you were just a pale kid who just bleached every hair on their body. Please forgive them they're new to this.

Bo again shows you off for tourist attraction but just in the shade, if you think he only likes you is because you can get the attention of people effectively he'll be very quick to dismiss those thoughts, of course he sees you more than that! That part is just for business. Don't think such silly thoughts again. Probably says shit like "don't run off and trip on the ground, it'll be a pain if your hair gets dirtied." but really it's just a dumb excuse to keep his paranoia away. He'll buy glasses for you if your eyesight is crazy poor.

Vincent also loves how you look. He's just in the corner like "wow I can't believe that beautiful child likes me." his cute little ass is in the basement and scribbling. Plays with your hair if you have any. He'd pick you up if you're having a hard time seeing, or covers you up on a bright day. He loves how you look but also hates the consequences you have to suffer with. He thinks you're very delicate because of these reasons and so comes mama Vincent, bo is around the corner no one can handle his mom energy yet.

Lester is sad that most of the time you can't go outside mostly because of your light sensitivity. But although the stars and the moon do look nice. Still tries to give you a good life though, he understands that you probably got looked at weirdly and doesn't want to make you feel that same way. Lester and Jonesy always have your back on this one. Random person bothering you? No problem Jonesy will get the pleasure of scaring the shit out of them maybe bite them idk depends. Maybe they're both mauling that person

Carrie

Was awestruck when she first saw you. Thought you kinda looked like her! And that you were an angel since you fit the description of one.

Would get confused if you said you get bullied. God people find reasons to bully someone for no reason.

She would definitely do something about it though, it would be very rude of her if she just let it continue.

Wouldn't go as far as killing but would scare them into never talking to you again. She might feel kinda bad but they deserved it.

Gives you old light coloured clothing as it goes well with you. Maybe you two can match!

Doesn't know what her mother will think of you so she keeps you hidden. She means no harm! She just wants to make sure she can be there for you.

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