#Anton Chigurh x reader

[stoneagedevil]

If you are still taking requests, I have one for you 🥺 how would Hannibal and Anton react to the reader having cardiomyopathy (aka a weak heart). Because of her condition reader faints a lot and is danger of going into cardiac arrest if she gets scared or frightened. If you don’t feel comfortable taking this request, please feel free to ignore it. Thanks, love your work! :)

IMAGINES/HEADCANONS: Anton Chigurh x Reader | Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Reader with a weak heart/fainting condition.

TW/CW: Fainting, death, guns, cannibalism, reader being described as pretty, medication, break in.

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HANNIBAL:

Because you’re so heavily affected when frightened, both would tread extremely lightly around you. Of course, there’s only so much one can do when you lead the lives Hannibal and Anton do.

Hannibal would do everything in his power to keep you from finding out who he truly is. His worst nightmare had turned from his inner circle becoming wary of him, to you finding out, leaving him, fainting, or even going into cardiac arrest. He’d kill anyone for you as to not actually kill you because of your condition.

If the chance comes where you do faint around him, he’s incredibly quick in noticing the signs. If he can smell cancer, he can definitely sense days when your condition is a little worse than usual. He immediately wraps a cautious arm around your waist when you mention you’re feeling lightheaded.

There was an incident where you fainted, nearly clipping your head on the sharp edge of his dining room table. If not your Hannibal practically diving to cup your head, there surely would’ve been a trip to the ER.

As a doctor, he reminds you of your medication, keeping an extra bottle on his person at all times as well. He picks up your prescriptions, always ensuring they’re the right ones, if there is a change in medication, he monitors you in order to make sure you have no adverse reactions to the medicine.

Hannibal takes great care in ensuring that there is no cross contamination when cooking his special cuts, and your dinner. Hannibal already has to be on his toes when seeing a doctor, as tests could reveal his prion disease, induced by his taste for human flesh. But Hannibal also has to be careful with how he feeds you. Hannibal already understands the risks of cannibalism, not particularly concerned about brain damage and the like, but with your condition, a prion disease could make your weak heart that much weaker.

Despite the fact that he enjoys feeding his victims to his inner circle of investigators, he’d sooner cut off his right hand than feed you people. After all, despite being animals in his eyes, no person could ever be good enough for you to eat….

lest it was him being served.

ANTON:

Anton shows his concern for you in a different manner. Under no circumstances are you allowed on his trips. Besides the chance of stray bullets catching in your flesh sending you into a panic that’s sure to affect your heart, you must be kept at a perfect temperature keep your heart healthy. Anton doesn’t let you leave in the cold. He doesn’t let you leave in the sweltering heat. If you need something, he’ll get it himself and probably get it done quicker too.

Anton keeps your medication stocked, checking over the expiration dates, questioning on whether or not you’ve taken your dose for the day.

Before tracking down a target, he makes sure you’ll be well taken care of while he’s away.

There was an incident where a target had managed to track down where you live. In a phone call, Anton felt the tables had been turned on him when his target said that he’d kill his partner. Llewelyn Moss might have failed in saving himself and his wife, but Anton would certainly not.

Your heart leaped at the sound of gunfire shooting out your lock, and you scrambled for the bedroom, quickly locking the door, opening the window, and diving under the bed. You sure as hell weren’t jumping out your window, as you were on the second floor. Your hyperventilating and rising blood pressure led you to feel light headed, your vision fading to black.

At the sight of the lock being shot into pieces, Anton’s chest tightened uncomfortably, and his brow scrunched almost imperceptibly. He kicked open the door quickly checking the corners of the house with his pistol. Of course, he’d navigated your home a billion times over, could even do so with his eyes closed. The man who’d promised to kill you didn’t stand a chance against him, but he wasn’t concerned about that. The concern was whether you stood a chance against the intruder. Checking the pulse of the man he’d shot, he quickly set off to find you.

He came to your bedroom door first, swallowing thickly when he saw the lock shot out as well. He drew his pistol, entering the room swiftly. He took notice of the window, rushing to it and looking down. Nothing. He closed his eyes, trying to listen for a sign of you - and wouldn’t you know it, he heard soft breathing from under the bed. He kneeled, peeking under the bedskirt, his eyes being met with your pretty face.

Of course. You’re smart, while you may not be able to fight very well due to your condition, you were incredibly sly and an excellent trickster. His lips quirked up slightly at the thought of the target looking out the window and deciding to turn back to the living room to find you outside, only to be met with the barrel of Anton’s pistol and a swift shot to the face.

He would drag your unconscious body out from under the bed, lay you softly down onto it, and time your pulse. After making sure you were truly safe, he’d shut the window, and turn the temperature dial to the right level for you and your heart.

He’d then take a seat next to your bed, watching your chest rise and fall until you woke.

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Thank you so much for saying you love my work! I very much appreciate it. I hope I met/exceeded your expectations with this.

#headcanon #headcannons #imagines #anton chigurh #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #no country for old men #anton chigurh x reader #hannibal x you #hannibal x reader #hannibal lecter x reader #request #x reader #fanfic

[autistic-mean-lesbian]

I know i haven't posted in a year, but i made these after watching no country for old men

#anton chigurh #autism headcanon #autistic characters #anton chigurh x reader #no country for old men #autism

[whiskehorange]

Cottagecore/Self-Reliant/Self-Sufficient S/O with a green thumb 👍 with Carrie White, Norman Bates, Candyman, Bishop, and Anton Chigurh.

Carrie

She absolutely loves this idea and lifestyle, but can't really for the life of her keep a plant alive. As much as she tries it just doesn't flourish as much as she wants and it makes her a bit sad. Just another thing to the list that she can't seem to do right

Being able to watch you light up so many rooms with so many different plants, some she's never seen or heard of before, amazes her. She loves the look and spends a lot of her days sitting and doing small chores or reading in your plant room

They make her unbelievably bright and happy and she loves to learn about each plant you have when you tend to it and will surprise you by doing her own research

She remembers just about everything you tell her about the plants and tries her best to gift you some smaller ones she finds when she's out

I believe that Carrie would absolutely be a trinket collector and would have the best days and fun going out with you to the nearby lakes and ponds for picnics or walks. Rocks and pebbles, pressed leaves and flowers, all that and more

Norman

It's good to have hobbies and interest, especially when Norman happens to be busy most of the day. Thankfully for him, however, your hobbies are ones that he can keep up with as well.

I'm certain Norman is a bit of a green thumb as well, he has to keep up with the property somehow. He'll be forever grateful if you ever want to pitch in for him to get some work throughout the day out so he has more time to spend with you, even if that time is gardening

It's good for you to be keeping him up to date as well. While your interesting aesthetic isn't something he's used to seeing it certainly does liven up anywhere you go. Norman doesn't change things up too often, so he really needs a wardrobe change

When he isn't bugging you too often though, he does spend his time making delicate and floral based taxidermy for you of various small animals. A lot of the design choices come from flowers and plants he's heard that you're fond of or some he's plucked behind your back

Candyman

Daniel thinks it's a beautiful thing that you're able to be enough for yourself, especially when he can't be there constantly. Not like he could do much for you anyways, but you're still well off.

He's a man of taste and is pretty well versed in your plants and how to help you tend to them, but occasionally loves to hear your input and advice on doing so. It's one of his favorite pass times with you, making him feel at peace for the first time in a very, very long time

It does happen to make his chest rumble a little bit, seeing as his bees desperately want to get out and smell some fresh flowers for once. Within a certain distance from you you'll be able to hear the anxious humming and buzzing of all of them underneath his coat

As if he didn't do this often anyways, he almost always brings you home flowers as often as he can, but mainly the types you can replant/pot if you'd like to keep them and frequently will take you on dates that rely on the weather. Walks and picnics secluded in the forest are his preferred places. If you thrive, he thrives

Of course, he's also always looking forward to your homemade, organic treats and goodies on the way there

Bishop

The amount of relief that Bishop has taken off of his shoulders is immeasurable. You'd be surprised, or not, to learn that not a lot of Earth plants can survive on the ship, even with 24/7 monitoring and care. Most of the plants you see in the corridors and offices of the ships are either fake to easy the homesick epidemic floating around or plants from various other planets

Bishop himself is decently knowledgeable on the various plant and vegetation on the ship and he's more than happy to sit and teach you the ups and downs of space greens. It's most important on this ship to know how to be self reliant, especially when it's such a dangerous area to be stuffed into. A lot of the things in and around this ship can kill you, so his teachings are mandatory

There happens to be a lack of botanists on the ship that Bishop would be more than happy to train right next to him; even more so with it being you. And as much as he appreciates your comfy style and personality, he does have to hand you a typical lab uniform with a pitiful smile

Your work ethic is something that he swoons over the moment you do decide to work next to him. Bishop may seem like he's got a stick stuck up his ass, but no one gives him the time of day to figure out that she shows love and appreciation differently, especially when it comes to talking data and interests with you. You'll notice one of his small gestures is giving you itty bitty foreign plants that the two of you have been studying to see if you can keep it alive

Anton

Well you certainly look... interesting. You're an odd one, but it's a bit refreshing to come back home to after however long he's been away. There is never typically an element of surprise that will be able to catch him off guard, but seeing what new project you're up to every time he sees you if a close contender

He's more than relieved for you to be so self-reliant and be able to keep such thriving gardens and structure, it gives him less to worry about. You'd think he wouldn't have any cares in the world, but you'd be surprised

You constantly send him on his way with treats and small foods that you swear he needs; when was the last time you say him eat with your own eyes? Exactly, and it's hard to have him for long enough to enjoy a nice warm dinner

Anton doesn't speak much on his work life or about home life in general, but doesn't mind your talk. He appreciates your lack of small talk and tendency to jump right into filling him in on what's been going on since he's been gone, what you've been growing, clothes you've made, and small new additions to the home you've made. He'll blankly smile down at you in the garden as you crouch down and show him the growth and greens, inching to the left every so often to look at the other patches down the line

#carrie white x reader #norman bates x reader #psycho #candyman x reader #daniel robitaille x reader #bishop x reader #aliens #anton chigurh x reader #no country for old men #slasher x reader

[over-the-moon123]

Idk I'm just obsessed with Javier Bardem 💀

Italian meme + Javier Bardem 🛐

#armando salazar #pirates of carrabean #behind the camera #fan art #simp posting #im a simp #no country for old men #javier bardem #anton chigurh x reader #raoul silva #sky fall #007 #javier

[westlightning]

Anton x gn!Reader WIP

This is just a scrap piece of writing I made a while ago where the reader delivers milk door to door. In the moments in between hits when Anton is home, he and the reader have some interesting run ins. It’s pretty rough, so be kind to me. Also nothing explicitly sexual happens here but Anton treats the reader like a dog, so primal play is pretty central to what’s happening here.

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You open the fridge and kneel, wary of the man out of the corner of your eye as his warning from the previous day rings in your head.

You shouldn’t turn your back on me.

Still don’t know what it means. You’ve given up trying to find out. Beyond being purely intimidating, it’s hard to understand his intentions. Not like there’s much you can do otherwise in the moment. You’re here to perform a duty, and you shouldn’t forget that.

Shakily you pull the empty bottle from its spot and replace it. When you’re done you stand, turning as casually as you can to face him.

He’s sitting in a chair at the table, legs spread. His eyes are dull and beady as they watch you, glittering like blue ice. The dismissal of yourself dies on pallid lips when you meet them.

He lifts a foot, “Would you take off my boots?” Then, as an afterthought, “Please.”

You look at the cast on his arm and swallow a denial. Clearly he is hurt, that’s why he’s asking for your help. Clearly he is hurt, that’s why you obey without thinking twice. You just want to be good at your job, that’s all.

You sink to your knees in front of him, setting down the empty bottle out of the way to your left. The wood is harsher than the linoleum beneath bone, but it doesn’t hurry your movements. When he puts the polished end of a red boot on your thigh you carefully take it by the heel and pull it off.

He sighs in content, the sound taking you off guard. You look up at him, still looking unerringly at you. A flush crawls up your neck. You turn back to his other foot and ease the boot off, setting them both neatly to the side. When you’re done you stare at his socked feet, the toes wriggling in plain gray cotton.

“What are you doing with your life?”

You flinch. Can’t help it. His voice is so deep it catches you off guard. You look back up to him with a million words on your tongue. None come out.

He repeats himself, patient to the point of concern. “What are you doing with your life?”

“Not much, sir. I mean, I work.” You struggle around your words, “I—I provide a service.”

He nods slightly. He seems entirely uninterested in what you have to say, and you’d think that was the case if it weren’t for the questions. Somehow you knew he wouldn’t be asking them if it was true. He’s never struck you as the type to dally on what didn’t intrigue him, even if only just in passing.

“What service do you provide?”

“I deliver things.”

He blinks, “That’s not what you’re doing now,” he says, quiet as death. “You’re kneeling. How did you get here?”

It’s a simple thing. It shouldn’t be so hard to answer.

“Because…” you lick your lips, finding steel in your voice. “Because you asked me to.”

“No,” he smiles faintly, but it’s not a real smile. Not the kind that fills you with any semblance of comfort. “I asked if you would take off my boots. And you did. I asked you, what are you doing with your life—does that question make sense to you?”

You shake your head. Your hands are clammy, wet as they grip the front of your pants. The blush is irrefutable now. It tracks up your neck, around to your face and all the way up to your ears. Red with some form of shame.

“No, I suppose it wouldn’t.”

He seems frustrated. Almost. But also, not. It’s an odd intersection, and you’re there kneeling watching the gears turn in his head. Slow and steady. And you want to leave. You want to get out. But you can’t move.

“I can leave,” you offer quietly.

He hums, nearly laughing. “You won’t. I didn’t say you could go.”

You breathe out shakily then, audibly so. He tracks the movement of it lazily in your throat, bobbing with baited breath. His eyes are sharper when they meet yours. More hooded.

“I told you not to turn your back on me, is this not as vulnerable?” He pokes you with the toe of a foot. “It’s not in your nature, yet you do it anyways.”

You sit there for a while, staring at him and feeling seen in a way you never have before, like his eyes are stripping back layers of your skin to look at the bone. Like he’s watching you under a microscope, seeing what you’re made of.

Then he stands. You stare at him, forgetting to move back until he is so close your nose nearly knocks a thigh.

You fall back. He watches, smiling again. It makes the blood inside you curdle.

He walks away, stopping only when he is in the doorway to turn to you. Still on the ground.

“Back to work.” He says. “I will see you tomorrow.”

You do see him tomorrow. It’s nothing odd that he’d say that. You see him every day. But your feet drag through your route as you approach the last house on the street, because you’ve seen him out front. Waiting on his porch.

Waiting for you.

You’ve felt him watching the whole time you deliver to neighbors. You feel his eyes as you start the truck and round it to his mailbox, turning off the ignition and climbing out.

You won’t go inside today. You’ve told yourself this since you left the afternoon prior. You won’t. It’s not professional. You could get in a lot of trouble. Could get fired if you’re late returning your vehicle again. Someone oughta notice eventually.

He is standing next to the vacant rocking chair when you approach with no boots on and in another pair of the same gray socks. His milk bottle isn’t in sight. You don’t meet his eyes until he says, “Come.”

He means inside. You stop just shy of the steps.

It takes you a full minute to get the words out even though you practiced them endlessly the night before in your bed, doing that instead of sleeping. Surely he could see in your face how much you needed to do this.

“I’m not allowed to come inside, sir. I shouldn’t have before. And I’m sorry for misleading you like that.”

He walks inside, opens the door. “Come.”

You shake your head minutely.

He blinks, then with a bit more force, “Come.”

The tone scares you in some deep, innately primal way.

Your legs move before you can tell them not to. It’s like you’re in a trance. You take off your shoes when you enter like you’ve done before. He waits. Then you follow him deeper into the lifeless home.

Pulls out the same chair and sits. You hover in a haze. Watching him.

He gestures to the fridge, “You’re here to do a job. Do it.”

You do your job, quicker than before. You can leave after. He can’t keep you. It’d be illegal for him to. You could report him.

Somehow it doesn’t appear like he’s worried about that possibility. Maybe because you’ve given him too much slack. When you’re done you stand in front of him.

I’m going to leave now.

Words you don’t say. You think he can see them in your eyes. You think maybe he’s stealing them from your head.

“Sit.”

That’s… not what you expected. You stand entirely too still for a moment and try to process the words, but you don’t want to make him repeat himself like you did before.

There’s only one other chair and it’s too close to him. You reach for it anyways when you feel something on your ankle. The toe of his foot hooks around it, stopping you in your tracks.

You look to him for guidance. He smiles, gentle and foreign. It doesn’t calm you in any sort of way.

“On the floor.”

You really, really shouldn’t. But you do.

This time you sit criss cross, feeling like a child. It’s easier on your joints, but it’s just as heavy on your pride. His, though, seems to be glowing, if only in amusement. Like he’s testing something out for fun.

You pick at the fabric of your sleeve, still not looking at him. The silence stretches on and it makes you feel sick.

“Have you thought about the question I asked you?”

“Which one?” You bite your lip, “I just mean—no offense, sir, but you ask a lot of questions.”

“I have only asked one important question. What are you doing with your life?”

Apparently your prior answers didn’t appease him, but it leaves you entirely blank. What else are you supposed to say to something like that? He doesn’t care about your feelings or your failures. What’s the point of asking when he wants a specific answer you’re not privy to? Anxious tears well in your eyes unbidden at being caught again. Caught in this trap you’ve let yourself be led into.

“You’re a bit simple, aren’t you? Like a dog… “He says it so casually it almost doesn’t register, as though he’s commenting on the weather.

You balk. It’s real but it’s also performative. You should be offended by what he’s saying. “I’m not—“ your voice is wet, you gulp through it. “I’m not a dog.”

He pulls in a long, deep breath. You get the feeling he anticipated this answer but isn’t impressed by it.

“You’re sitting on my floor because I told you to. When I tell you to come, you do. Is that not what a dog does?”

He seems genuinely curious. He seems genuinely gentle, but you know it’s not in his nature to be. There’s nothing gentle or curious about what he’s saying, it’s only mean.

You look at him and can’t hide the tears this time. He sees them, you watch the observation register in some way on his face, and then he’s reaching out. A broad, calloused palm ghosts across your cheek, skirting through your hair displaced by taking on and off the hat in the humidity. He pushes it back, petting ever so softly.

“It’s alright,” he says, “you’re a good dog.”

#Anton Chigurh #Anton Chigurh x Reader #wip #one day I desire to write this…. #no country for old men #westlightning writing

[xglassx]

♬just dance♬ Anton chigurh X fem reader

the music blasted through the club as the hot mess off people wrapped round you.you had gone out to escape your crazy work partner lover the two off you got into a heated argument about a job you had recently done in which you almost got shot.twice. Anton was no happy with this you started to argue so instead of putting up with him you just left.

you went to the one place he absolutely hates going,the club. something about the people.which you already knew. you knew almost everything about him.what he hated,what he almost liked, what he liked,which was probably nothing ,you

you shook your head and just picked up your drink from the bar and quickly downing it hoping to flush your thoughts off him."Lets dance" one off your friends said as they grabbed you hand and took you over to the dance floor.

("I've had a little bit too much, much")

(oh,oh,oh)

i said as my head started to spin slightly. the music blaring in your ears as you moved away from your group to the side of the bar trying to regain your composure.i only had one or two drinks i can't-i shouldn't be feeling like this. why

(All of the people start to rush (start to rush by) A dizzy twister dance)

A man came up to me with as smile on his face his breath reeking of alcohol"hey honey, you are cute. do you wanna maybe dance? or can i get you a drink?" he asked. i felt weird about him, something was off i didn't like him.

("can't find my drink or man Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone")

i pat my pockets looking for my keys and quite frankly my phone.i turn to the guy behind me holding my phone.How did he do that, i would have felt that,i am not that stupid, how did i allow him to do that.something is wrong with me?

i take it out off his hands as i stumble to call anton.the phone rings for a while as i could hear a faint "yes?" he was clearly pissed at me.the guy behind me grabbed my hips and i yelped in surprise. this clearly surprised anton

("what's goin' on,on the floor?") he asks me calm as anything all anger leaving his voice.

("I love this record, baby, but I can't see straight anymore (woo!)")i say as the start of another song starts to play and whatever i had drunk started to get to me. the man behind me started to touch my arm trying to pull me away from the bar.

("Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?") he said over the phone started to get pissed.

("I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright") i said as i was pulled onto the dance floor by the guy as he placed another drink in hand and pulling my phone away and hanging up.

(Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm Just dance, spin that record, babe, da da doo-doo-mmm Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance)

"hey are you single?" he asked me "no? well yes i am"

(Wish I could shut my playboy mouth (oh, oh, oh))

"do you wanna get out of here?"

(How'd I turn my shirt inside out? (Inside out, right) Control your poison, babe, roses have thorns, they say And we're all gettin' hosed tonight (oh, oh, oh))

"no i am here with my friends" i said as i put my drink down on a small table and walk away.but he grabbed my hand quite harshly and pulls me back."come on babe dance with me"

(What's goin' on on the floor? I love this record, baby, but I can't see straight anymore Keep it cool, what's the name of this club? I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright (woo!))When I come through on the dance floor checkin' out that catalog (hey)

he pulled my arm as we where back on the dance floor.i looked frantically for my friends but there where nowhere to be seen and as i started to become even more sick and dizzy i felt him grab onto my waisted

(Can't believe my eyes, so many women without a flaw (hey) And I ain't gon' give it up, steady tryna pick it up like a call (hey) I'ma hit it, I'ma beat it and flex and do it until tomorr' yeah)

i wanted to scream but the words just didn't come out of my mouth. my eyesight was blurry and my head throbbed.

("Shawty I can see that you got so much energy The way you're twirlin' up them hips 'round and 'round And now there's no reason at all why you can't leave here with me In the meantime stay and let me watch you break it down")

he took my hand and pulled me away off the dance floor,through the crowds and into the bathroom.the music was heard through the bathroom. all the stalls where empty,fuck

(Just dance (ooh yeah), gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm Just dance (ooh yeah), spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm Just dance (oh), gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance (gonna be okay) Dance, dance (yeah) Just, j-j-just dance (oh))

he slammed me against a wall as my head spun in circles as bodied heated up."please"i mumbled as he started to bite at my neck. the door to the toilets bursted open with a bang."hey man someone is in here dude can you see?" i turned to the door to be greeted with a warm splatter off the blood on my face as the man that held me against the wall fell to the floor.

(Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic Got my blueprint, it's symphonic)

my legs felt weak and i slumped against the wall as i slide down onto the floor.my head hurt and my legs left numb as i sat on the cold bathroom floor as the blood seeped into my dress as i looked up at him.

("Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic")i mumbled as we slowly walked up to me.boats clicking on the floor as he stood over me."Get up" he said coldly as i could barely shake up head.he stood into the body off blood he hated getting blood on himself and he picked he up off the floor and threw me over his shoulder with little care he did care,why do you think he is here.

he walked out the bathroom onto the dance floor. passed all the people dead bodies that lined the dance floor.

("Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic Got my blueprint, it's symphonic Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic Got my blueprint electronic")

he placed me down on one of the chairs at the bar and walked over to the bar looking over the empty drinks on the counter and picked up one"this yours?" he asked looking over to you. you nodded he knew your favorite drink he bring it too his nose and sniffed it.

"what are you doing" i asked he said nothing as he placed it back on the counter walking back over to me and pulling up onto my feet.

("just dance")

he pulled me off onto the dance floor and i rested my head on his shoulder as we swayed. "i thought you were mad at me" i mumbled as he took my hand."i was,i was worried for you" i looked up at him.

"really?" i whined at him. "yes" he smiled down at me

just dance

#anton chigurh x reader #anton x reader #anton chigurh #no country for old men #tw drugs #spiking #clubs #lady gaga #just dance #Spotify

[eleanorblythe]

Romantic Homicide - Anton Chigurh x Orginal Female Character - Masterlist

Chapter One - Unwelcome Guest

Chapter Two - Open Heart Surgery

Chapter Three - Cards (and eggs) on the Table - NSFW warning

One shot - First Meeting

One shot - Marriage NSFW warning

One shot - Encounters

One shot - Death (Part 1)

One shot - Death (Part 2) NSFW warning

You can also read for more convenience on Ao3 HERE with authors notes and translations.

#fanfiction #anton chigurh #anton chigurh x reader #no country for old men #original character #ao3 fanfic #a03 fic #ncfom

[ribcage]

Chapters: (1/1)

Fandom: No Country For Old Men (2007)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: Anton Chigurh/Original Female Character(s), anton chigurh/reader

Characters: Anton Chigurh

Additional Tags: Porn What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Vaginal Fingering, Self-Harm, Blood and Gore, Gore, Violence, Consensual Violence, Razors, Box Cutters, Cutting, Wrist Slitting, Thigh cutting, Anton Chigurh - Freeform, Gore Porn, Original Character(s), Rough Kissing, Mild Blood Play, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Summary:

It’s taken you a long time to decipher the anomaly that is Anton Chigurh. Even still, you can’t completely say that you have the man all figured out: but you’re certainly closer than anyone else has ever been.

#no country for old men #anton chigurh #anton chigurh x reader #fanfiction #anton is a little crazy #a lot crazy actually #but we love him for it #javier bardem #smut #ncfom

[sunonyoreface]

Sunonyoreface Complete Masterlist

Hi there! Thanks for taking the time to read my work! I’ll update this list from time to time, however it might be a little outdated. Some of these stories are quite old, but I thought I would still link them here because I like to see how far I’ve come as a writer.

Simon Riley

One cot: One Shot

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt1/apyh4v558lea

He Knows: Ongoing (short pause to catch up on school)

Pt 1:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt1/acbakysobbi1

Pt 2:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-2/0zii65im5wb5

Pt 3:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-3/01g855wtqncg

Pt 4:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-5/5l0te54wyz9e

Pt 5:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-5/x4x77sa7y020

Pt 6:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-6/ihub6bnz7k0x

Pt 7:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-8/q6wbbd8u17yr

Pt 8:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-8/nzkmyxliq3mg

Pt 9:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-9/3r592jukxvcr

Pt 10:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-10/a981kubohvep

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Pt 25: (last part?)

Jimmy Keene 

Routine Examinations: On Pause

Pt 1:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/routine-examinations-pt2-jimmy-keene-black/vfixsjm97wc7

Pt 2:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/routine-examinations-pt2-jimmy-keene-black/vwgwyu10byto

Pt 3:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/routine-examinations-pt3-jimmy-keene-black/kesyzt2xfis8

Pt 4:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/routine-examinations-pt5-jimmy-keene-black/fgbmog3v4ktb

Pt 5:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/routine-examinations-pt5-jimmy-keene-black/m3nzftzdug1l

Pt 6:

Deleted. I felt it was wrong writing about a real serial killer. Sorry if it leaves a few holes in the plot.

Pt 7:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/routine-examinations-pt7-jimmy-keene-black/by0nu4l46icf

Frank Castle

A week At the Cabin (can be read individually) Completed

Pt 1:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/frank-castle-a-week-at-the-cabin-pt-1/h84dpwzx7c4a

Pt 2:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/frank-castle-a-week-at-the-cabin-pt-2-cold/ha74ehl83tdk

Anton Chigurh 

Anton Chigurh (never named this series because it was meant to be a one shot) Completed

Pt 1:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine/4yjpvkpxht1e

Pt 2:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-2/1ij7imw7lyrr

Pt 3:

https://www.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/677772790317891584/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt3?source=share

Pt 4:

https://www.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/678500466506743808/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-4?source=share

Pt 5:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/tw-implied-violence-anton-whose-house-is/ioenm4shth53

Pt 6:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/hello-this-ones-a-long-one-tw-violence-in-the/quz202meqbzt

Pt 7:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-7/2iaqqc9bq0t4

Pt 8:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-8/2nskjawrw7r4

Pt 9:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-9/h3gwpeaynw3u

Pt 10:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-10/9es5tc1d6jmg

Pt 11:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/tw-use-of-a-shaving-razor-we-stay-in-the-hotel/godpsf8xt1cn

Pt 12:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-pt-12/sjyfityi4sk6

Pt 13:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-13/oift2uvtfvai

Pt 14:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-14/4q3439w9c3vh

Geralt of Rivia

Forest Nymph - Discontinued

Pt 1:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/forest-nymph-geralt-of-rivia-pt-1-hi-this-is-my/uyemvqruo6h4

Pt 2:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/forest-nymph-geralt-of-rivia-pt2/ksqxrghf1un1

Pt 3:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/forest-nymph-geralt-of-rivia-pt3-hello-thank/s7ko6042rgzi

Pt 4:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/forest-nymph-geralt-of-rivia-pt4/a0avzvk8jqmv

Pt 5:

https://www.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/614885191476969472/forest-nymph-geralt-of-rivia-pt5?source=share

#Masterlist #Simon Riley #Frank Castle #Anton Chigurh #simon riley x reader

[stoneagedevil]

i really liked the anton fic. could we possibly get a small continuation or a separate one entirely? smut included, if possible

Little Bird | Anton x Reader

CW/TW: Size kink if you squint. Smut. Blood/blood kink-ish. No protection. MDNI. Murder. Obsession. Possessiveness.

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Anton didn’t do “deals.” He didn’t do half-assed jobs. He was the right tool to choose because of the way he operated; swiftly, completely, cleanly (save for the bloodshed), and typically got away with ease. People all over had called him a ghost, the only problem for his targets was that he was very much alive.

There was danger in even seeing Anton, as those who asked stupidly if he was going to kill them, he’d reply, “That depends…do you see me?”

The short answer was yes.

The shorter answer was a bullet in the face.

However, you had always been the exception. You’d seen every square inch of his body, and he yours, but he never intended to put a bullet between your gorgeous eyes. Anton understood emotions to a certain degree. He understood that emotions make people do stupid things, that love hurts and can make a sane man do insane things.

Anton understood emotions to a degree, yes. He just didn’t feel them, not all of them at least.

But the feeling that felt like the devil’s fiery hand crushing his heart was definitely real. He certainly felt his teeth clenching together, slowly tightening until he thought they’d crack. Certainly felt his hands white-knuckling the steering wheel of the beat-up pickup truck he stole.

And why? Well, love he’d assumed.

Anton wasn’t a man to bring you home flowers, or chocolates. He wasn’t a man to say “I love you’s.” He didn’t go to work at 9 and come home after 5. He was a stone cold killer, but damn it if he wasn’t obsessed with you.

You’d had no family, never made friends, and had no qualms about what he did. That’s not to say you couldn’t be friendly when the time arose. You could step up to the plate when you’d have to, and you’d killed a few people yourself a few times, only because you had to. You’d never go out of your way for it like he would. But you were perfect. Always saying the right things at the right times. Tough, but someone who he protected with his life. You’d always gone with the flow, if you needed to pack up at 3am because Anton got a tip that his target had dashed, you’d be the first one in the passenger seat to the vehicle you’d just hotwired. There were times in the most silent drives, he thought that perhaps mind-reading was a real thing. You always spoke with purpose. Always for a reason.

So to reiterate, you were perfect.

And you were currently being held captive by his “boss” because he’d found out that the not-so-little secret of his got out: he’d hired a few men other than Anton. To do a job Anton was already doing.

And now you were collateral.

Anton wondered if this is what Llewelyn Moss had felt. But then again, he couldn’t possibly have known. A man so willing to leave his woman for $2 million in cash wasn’t a man in love. He wasn’t a man to do insane things. Llewelyn didn’t try hard enough, and where he failed, Anton would succeed. He simply had to.

And so, it was set in stone by the stone cold killer. He’d be getting you back, one way or another.

-

He sped into the parking lot of the skyscraper, and although he hated populated cities, rich people didn’t. On the top floor is where he’d find his good-for-nothing boss-turned-target; soon-to-be-turned-cadaver. The truck’s breaks squealed like a pig, and Anton left the cab of the pickup just as fast as he’d stopped it. A slight breeze combed its fingers through his hair as he walked briskly, his feet light in his heavy boots.

An elevator ride later, and he was faced with the large wooden double-doors of his target’s office. If you weren’t in there, you were in the missing floor. Thankfully, he wouldn’t have to go looking too far as the minute he rushed into the sterile room, he was met with your eyes, the barrel of a revolver kissing your temple. He stopped then.

“I knew you’d come.” The man said. “You weren’t quick enough to get the man. We were out $2 million in cash and in product, and her life is just a fraction of that.” He sneered. Your eyes never left Anton’s, however. Your body was completely still, mouth covered with duct tape and hands with bloody knuckles bound together at the wrists. You’d caused trouble for them.

That only made him need you more.

You blinked slowly at him, and though you couldn’t say anything, if was thought you both had a secret language; one that never had formed into words. Never needed to, anyways.

You quickly threw yourself to the floor out of the barrel’s line of fire, and Anton wasted no time in bringing up his specially-made suppressed shotgun and shooting off the older man’s offending arm. The revolver and the bastard’s favored limb fell to the ground together, and you quickly rolled away as your captor writhed in shock. Your rolling was not quick enough to evade the blood of a severed artery, and the warm feeling of life itself spattered onto you.

Anton stalked over to you as his victim fell to the floor, growing increasingly weak as the blood drained from his body. It wouldn’t be too long before he’d be food for the worms. Taking out a switchblade and flicking it open, Anton’s large hands worked nimbly at cutting the rope that you were encased in, setting his little bird free once more. You reached a delicate had up to your mouth, violently ripping the tape off with little to no reaction.

He offered you a hand, and without hesitation, you took it. Anton helped you up, and the boss’s flailing had lessened. You both watched, but Anton’s interest laid elsewhere. He turn to look at you.

And there you were. By his side once again, your deep eyes watching the man he’d killed for you die, the man’s blood on your face and all over your body. You licked your lips, wet tongue clearing the blood away from your lips, the metal taste welcoming on your tastebuds. It signified freedom to you. A promise that Anton had made.

“Did he do anything?” Anton asked, almost demanding. His gravely voice conducted your eyes to look into his.

“No. Nothing I cannot deal with.” You replied softly, turning your head back to the body and tilting it.

Anton huffed slightly. Whether it was a release of anger, or a sigh of relief, he wasn’t sure. “Look at me.” He ordered. And you did.

In what seemed like an instant, the desk of the deceased was immediately cleared, your stomach then resting on the smooth wooden surface as Anton pressed himself behind you. You looked behind you at Anton, and he wrapped a single hand around your throat and brought your face to his. He licked the remaining blood off of your lips, moving his hand to your hair and angling your head to gain access to your neck. There, he nipped continuously, noises reverberating from your throat and into the luxurious office. You pressed yourself back into him as much as you could, but he was significantly taller, and your feet her hardly touching the ground.

“Anton.” You whined, the idea of being intimate on the desk and while you’re covered in blood becoming too much. He backed off at the sound of his name falling from your lips, and it was then you felt his hands reach around your hips and begin to unbutton your denim jeans with the same efficiency as he had when he cut away the rope. You aided in pulling your jeans down, along with your panties.

His little bird was free once more.

It wasn’t long before you heard the zipper of his own pants, and instead of turning your head to get a look, you took your hands and grasped the desk - bracing yourself. He’d always given you what you wanted.

No spit was needed, to say the least, and Anton slid in with ease; mostly thanks to you. You were always wettest when Anton had killed someone for you. For you. That was the most gorgeous part of him. Where all other men had limits, Anton had none. It made Anton wonder if he should hunt down every last person on Earth for you.

Anton was a violent man. One who did things quickly.

You were not one of those things.

He took his time with you, feeling you from the inside, and out. Warm, wet, tight, soft. So soft. Your soft skin balanced out the callouses on his hands. His teeth made themselves a home in the flesh of your shoulder, his hard grunts mingling with your soft moans. He tasted metal, far sweeter than the kind he tasted on your lips before. You had no choice but to feel him, as he stretched you out given his size.

Your abdomen tightened, your legs had begun to shake, and you clamped your legs together as you reached what you assumed was the closest thing to paradise. Anton split you open more, pushing deeper, the tightening of your hole - no, his hole - bringing him towards a paradise of his own. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt a warmth flood your insides. Anton bit harder into your flesh, finally releasing the right hold of his jaw after his orgasm. His mouth had blood around it, and he leaned forward once more to kiss you.

He pulled your clothing up over you and fixed it until you were decent, and then did the same to himself.

“You are mine.” He wouldn’t let anyone touch you, and if you were taken from him, he’d re-establish the fact that you were his, in one way or another.

“As if I could forget. As if I’d even want to.” You replied, standing shakily like a newborn fawn. Anton’s intense eyes studied your figure as you walked towards the door, stopping and turning to look at him, your eyes saying, ‘I’d follow you anywhere.’

So he lead the way. You’d hotwired another vehicle, the two of you becoming ghosts once again, and you becoming his little bird encased in his birdcage. His ribcage. Right next to his heart.

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Thank you for your request anon! 💜

#fanfic #x reader #no country for old men #anton chigurh #anton chigurh x reader #anon ask #smut #antonchigurhxreader #antonchigurhsmut

[slapstermasterr]

hes so pretty

#x reader #my art #fanart #art #art tag #anton chigurh #no country for old men #ncfom #my baby

[thestarofcottonland]

i only even use my main blog like every couple months so activity stays pretty dead but one weird phenomenon ive been seeing is random people liking this personal post i made in 2018......that wasnt even funny or anything it was just about me having the flu....and just that post. like hi. can i help you

#in the notes i did mention wanting to write. anton chigurh x reader comfort fic (didnt end up doing so) #so i wonder if thats what theyre searching and then #finding only my post and going. well. anton lover solidarity #sdsknbjdhf that i could get behind #squeaks

[teejaywyatt1]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: No Country for Old Men (2007) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Anton Chigurh/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Anton Chigurh, Original Female Character(s), Original Characters, Original Female Character(s) of Color, Black Female OC Additional Tags: Professional Hitman, Hitmen, Murder, Murder for Hire, Predator/Prey Mentality, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Sexual Violence, Sexual Content, Canon-Typical Violence, Gun Violence, Rough Sex, Domestic Violence, Dubious Consent, Sadomasochism, Choking, Slapping, Older Man/Younger Woman, Organized Crime, West Texas, Alternate Universe - 1980s, Period-Typical Racism, Fetishism, Bigotry & Prejudice, Lust, Not a Love Story, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Anton is pretty brutal in this, The Reader only serves a specific purpose for him, Sexual arrangement, Dominating Man, Bigger Man/Smaller Woman, Size Kink, Size Difference, I'm going crazy in these tags I know Summary:

After witnessing a gruesome hit, you make a deal with a psychopathic professional hitman in an desperate attempt to save your life.

#anton chigurh #no country for old men #javier bardem #ncfom #hitman #fanfiction #black fanfiction #x black reader #black original character #smut #texas

[kleinne10]

Anton Chigurh doodles (also ignore my oc, is part of an "x reader" fanfic I'm never gonna finish)

#anton chigurh #ncfom #no country for old men #idk why #but i love the idea of anton being an angel #and a catboy #also mandela catalogue anton because i was high as shit #sorry for not posting anything #my mouse sucks

[just-a-sleepy-idiot]

omg please write yan anton chigurh hcs. i dont care about what you write everything you write is fantastic!!!

😭 I love you?? Thank you for your kind words. I hope you like it! I can totally recommend @whiskehorange for other Anton Chigurh stuff! She initially inspired my obsession with him, otherwise I would have never watched the movie. 

Anton Chigurh Headcanons: Being his complete opposite

When Anton first met you he was convinced that he would despise you, and that he would kill you because of it since you are the complete opposite of him

You stop to pet any animal you see, you always ask how everyone is doing and attentively listen to them talk. You care too much about what other people think

He never thought that he would end up liking you, but you surprise him with your perception. You are different than the Pawns around him that live up to their roles perfectly, ready to get sacrificed at the first opportunity someone like him will find. Which is why he kills them like cattle, because they are no different like that

You, however, are something else even though you might seem like one of them at first glance. He realized that because you were the only other person he met who understood him. You didn’t share his opinion but you understood how he felt without talking much with him beforehand

You are everything he isn’t and he is everything you would never be and despite all of that you ended up sharing a life together

At first he was irritated by you, and like many others you were met with a chance. A crossing in the road that would decide upon your life. He demanded you make a call, his hand firmly placed on the coin. You asked why he did that,

“There are infinite possibilities to our lives. Your choices have let you to this moment and so have mine.” 

You looked at him for a long moment before answering, “Destiny in coincidence.” 

His eyes widened just the smallest bit. You understood. You were the first not to bargain or give him an entire questionnaire on his motives. You just understood. 

“Alright then.. Tails it is.” He lifted his hand, and you survived that day. 

From then on you were the only constant thing in his life. The only thing that wouldn’t be a coincidence in his life anymore. 

I‘d love feedback if you got any!

#Anton Chigurh #anton chigurh x reader #No Country for Old Men #I don't actually know #I just interpret his motives this way

[friendo]

HAVE YOU OR A LOVED ONE BEEN DIAGNOSED WITH HORNY ANTON CHIGURH BRAINROT FROM EXPOSURE TO THE 2007 ACADEMY AWARD-WINNING FILM NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN?

IF SO, YOU MAY BE ENTITLED TO FINANCIAL COMPENSATION. MAYBE. I DUNNO I'M NOT A LAWYER

BUT WHAT YOU CAN DO IS CUM ON DOWN TO FRIENDO'S

KINKTOBER 2023: ALL ANTON, ALL THE TIME!

Each fic will be posted individually on my AO3 and will be added to a collection. I'll update this post with links as well as short descriptions and proper titles as they're posted. Since October is a busy time for me, the first several fics will go up daily, but after that there may be a wait of a day or 2 at times. I'm aiming to get the full collection completed by mid- to late November, but hopefully earlier!

These will be individual, self-contained, reader insert oneshots. Each one will either be a single chapter featuring a gender neutral reader (i.e. no specific genitalia descriptors will be used for reader), or it will be 2 chapters, each consisting of the same fic, but one will feature an AFAB reader while the other will feature an AMAB reader. Once again, these aren't 2-part fics; both chapters will be the same single story. The only difference between these will be the genitalia descriptors used for each reader insert.

I'll be adding a very descriptive list of tags and content warnings to each fic on AO3, so please pay attention to them as some of these will fall heavily into the dead dove: do not eat category. Please don't read something if you may not be comfortable with it.

Okay NOW LET'S GET TO THE FIC LIST:

1: Big Hands (I Know You're the One)

Feat. Choking, breathplay, slight macrophilia

AFAB/AMAB reader x Dom Anton

2: Nothing I Can Say When I’m in Your Thighs

Feat. Intercrural sex

Gender neutral reader x Anton

3: Lick the Boot That Kicks You

Feat. Bootworship, bootlicking

Gender neutral reader x Dom Anton

4: Sugar on my Tongue

Feat. Rimming

Gender neutral reader x Sub Anton

5: Self-Control

Feat. Omorashi, watersports

Gender neutral reader x Dom Anton

6: A Compromising Position

Feat. Deepthroating

Gender neutral reader x Dom Anton

7: The Slutty Life and Times of Nyanton Chigpurrh

Feat. Catboy Anton (lol)

AFAB/AMAB reader x Anton

8: Hate sex

AFAB/AMAB reader x Anton

9: Emetophilia, light gore

AFAB/AMAB reader x Sub Anton

10: Sweat

Gender neutral reader x Sub Anton

11: Praise kink, pegging

AFAB/AMAB reader x Sub Anton

12: Dacryphilia

AFAB/AMAB reader x Dom Anton

13: Collaring, petplay

AFAB/AMAB reader x Dom Anton

14: Heartbeat, pulseplay, gunplay

AFAB/AMAB reader x Dom Anton

15: Orgasm denial

AFAB/AMAB reader x Dom Anton

16: Shotgunning (smoking)

Gender neutral reader x Sub Anton

17: Gags, bondage

Gender neutral reader x Sub Anton

18: Threesome (WITH SPECIAL GUEST CARSON WELLS)

AFAB/AMAB reader x Anton x Carson

19: Spanking, semi-public

Gender neutral reader x Dom Anton

20: Exhibitionism, voyeurism

AFAB/AMAB x Voyeur Anton

21: Mind control

Gender neutral reader x Sub Anton

22: Panties, lingerie

AFAB/AMAB reader x Sub Anton

23: Facesitting, bondage

AFAB/AMAB reader x Sub Anton

24: Phone sex

AFAB/AMAB reader x Anton

25: Sex toys

AFAB/AMAB reader x Dom Anton

26: Edgeplay, biting

AFAB/AMAB reader x Dom Anton

27: Mutual masturbation

AFAB/AMAB reader x Anton

28: Emetophilia

Gender neutral reader x Dom Anton

29: Body worship

AFAB/AMAB reader x Dom Anton

30: Somnophilia

AFAB/AMAB reader x Dom Anton

31: Slasher Anton

AFAB/AMAB reader x Dom Anton

If you have any questions, concerns, or other kinks you'd like to recommend, just shoot me (a message!) ❤️

#okay now off to EDIT EDIT EDIT these fuckin things #anton chigurh #no country for old men #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #antonposting