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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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The Cannibal and The Man
Hannibal x Male Reader
Warning: Reader ‘kills’ Hannibal, Reader has bad taste in clothing, consuming a liver, And more…
Word Count: 990 words
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
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Your eyes fluttered open as your heart pounded against your chest. The memory of Hannibal's wound was still fresh in your mind. You needed to find a way out; you needed to escape the clutches of your captor, who held you captive for so long. A knock on the door startled you. Getting dressed in simple attire, you prepared a fake smile before opening the door.
You didn't know if you wanted to be offended by what Hannibal had said. This is usually what you wore whenever you were still living in your house, even when you weren't there. "What do you want me to wear, then?" You said, finding the floor interesting enough to look at, but you never liked making eye contact with the people you spoke with as it made you uncomfortable.
Hannibal looked at you for a moment, as if figuring out what would look good on you. You could see a lightbulb go on over Hannibal's head as the man immediately left the room. You stood there dumbfounded, not understanding what had just happened.
Dear God, just let it be something good, they thought, hoping that it wasn't anything terrible. A few minutes went by as Hannibal returned with a (F/C) medieval steampunk tailcoat and black pants that went with it.
You looked at Hannibal to see if he was joking or trying to get you to laugh.
Hannibal only stared at you with a little smile on his face. "I am NOT wearing that!" you yelled, staring at it with a look of anger. You didn't want to be walking around wearing something weird. You hate to admit that it would be something you would probably wear.
You stared at yourself in the mirror, fixing the collar of your (F/C) tailcoat. "It doesn't look too bad," you whispered to yourself. You closed your eyes and placed a hand on your cheek before slapping yourself, making sure it wasn't a dream. Opening your eyes, you were met with your reflection and your deceased parents staring at you. They stared back at them before turning around, just to see that their imagination was playing tricks on them.
Suddenly, your body twitched. You never understood why it did that. All you knew was that it was embarrassing whenever someone saw your body jerk. You looked around the room, making sure no one saw that. I must've been seeing things, you thought, looking back at the mirror to see your parents gone.
You were glad that Hannibal had left to go run some errands. Maybe this time you could come up with a plan to get away from this place. You could finally be alone and not be in the same room as a cannibal. You could finally be left alone. The house was quiet and peaceful, just the way you liked it. You felt all their worries slowly disintegrate into nothingness.
A smile appeared on your face. You exited the room and walked around, hearing nothing but your footsteps.
Thud
Thud
Thud
Thud
You had hoped that Hannibal would take his time and arrive later in the evening. You were clearly enjoying yourself alone, with nothing but the ghosts of your parents haunting you. You soon came to a stop as you stood in the kitchen. Your fingers twitched as you glanced at a knife rack. Your mind began to drift someplace else...
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You gripped your knife as you stood over Hannibal's sleeping body. With both hands, you raised your knife before plunging it deep into the cannibal's chest, stabbing the heart. Your eyes dilated as you watched the red liquid trickle down Hannibal's chest. You could see the blood staining his shirt, creating a dark red patch. You grunted as they pulled out the knife from the body before stabbing it once again in Hannibal's abdomen. Your breathing got heavier and heavier as you watched blood begin to ooze out.
Not once did you imagine yourself in this type of situation. You grabbed your knife and stabbed Hannibal once again before sliding it to the stomach. You got rid of the excess skin before grabbing the liver. You brought the liver close to your lips as if you were going to kiss it, but soon dropped it as if you thought of the idea again.
You looked at the floor and spotted the liver. You lifted your boot and stepped on it, watching as tiny pieces of the liver spread across the floor. You knelt down and swiped some of the pieces onto your finger before placing it in your mouth, savoring the taste.
"Hm..."
Licking your bottom lip, you stood back up. You stared at the cannibal's motionless body, and a smile formed as you finally achieved what you had been waiting for.
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A shaky breath escaped from your lips, and your eyes were still trained on the knife rack that was on the countertop. It was as if the knives were mocking you, laughing at you for being so weak. You soon realized that it was all but an imagination—a dream you had thought of.
You couldn't help but feel miserable that it wasn't true. The other side of your brain kept telling you to escape. To flee! But the other side kept telling you to accept the fact that you were trapped here. Your head was hurting, and you felt like the whole world was spinning around.
You took a wobbly step, extending your arms to try and balance yourself. Images of your parents popped into your head; you pictured their black, empty eyes staring deep into your (E/C) ones. Falling to the ground due to the dizziness, you laid there defeated. Your eyelids were getting heavier and heavier with every second that passed.
You couldn't help but close them, as you were unable to keep them open for so long.
The sound of a door opening was the last thing you heard.
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MULTI FANDOM MALE READER SCENARIOS 
It’s been a while since I done one of these, but I think it’ll be good for me to practice more at writing different characters and such so enjoy!
The fact is I had more tags to share 😭
-Miguel O’Hara biting your neck harshly to get your attention when he feeling jealous. Or marking you as his.
-Izzy Hands always lightly taking your hand and helping you either up the steps or down the steps. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it most time. Everyone in the ship always notices it but doesn’t say anything.
^^Ofmd
-Bob taking off his glasses and putting them on you then starts to compliment you how good and cute you look.
^^Top gun!
-Matt Murdock tracing your face in morning when he thinks your still sleep. He also traces your face anytime your two are arguing because he wants to see your emotions.
^^Marvel
-You and The Corinthian driving around during late nights with his hand on your thigh as he drives you around.
^^DC
-Tony stark buying you whatever you want or even dream of. It can be jewelry all the way to new houses and cars.
^^Marvel
-Bruce Wayne and you being a power couple throughout Gotham. Lots of magazines and headline about you two.
^^DC
-Teaching Adam Warlock about feelings about like having a crush or being in love.
^^Marvel
-You and Doom head being an unstoppable duo anytime you two are paired up in a game.
^^Rob Zombie movie 31
-You and Richard Madden making fun of each other accents in interviews for the newest movie you two are in.
^^Actor
-You and Hobie Brown making out in a middle of Miguel’s rant.
^^Marvel
-Homelander wrapping his arms around you as you two makeout and he slowly rises from the ground bringing you in the air with him.
^^The Boys
-You we’re very close with Love to the point all lot of people thought you two were dating. Joe was furious so he started to stalk you planing to murder, but all that stalking for weeks slowly became to months and he slowly started to catch feelings.
^^YOU
-Benedict Bridgeton being so in love with you, but he so scared that his family would disown him as well as everyone around town.
^^Bridgeton
-You and Benedict sneaking off during ball’s and random events to be with each other alone.
^^Bridgeton
-Imagine sitting down in the bleachers waiting for Mark to be done with his track meet.
^^Author/ Me
-Playing with Dutch Van der linde hair during a camp meeting and he tries to stay focus but he can’t.
^^RD2
-You and Larry smoking as you two listen to Sal play the guitar.
^^Sally Face
-Ted feeling ashamed after he realized that he caugt feelings for you even though your a player.
^^Ted Lasso
-When Dean first met you y’all both were very young. You were reckless and carefree while Dean was taking care of Sam and brought him along while you two hanged out. And he caught feelings, but he was confused about why he had feelings for a man so he kept it to himself.
^^SPN
-Helping Mark walk without his leg brace or crutches.
^^Author/Me
-Stu Marcher giving you neck kisses in the middle of class. And most of the time teachers sees him and gives you both detention.
^^Slashers
-Hannibal Lecter leaving bite marks all over your neck and shoulders.
^^Slashers
-Roy Kent being soft spoken and quiet anytime he’s with you.
^^Ted Lasso
-Larry Trainor slowly warmed up to you being his boyfriend so he lets you touch his skin underneath the bandages.
^^DC
-Anytime before a fight Arthur asks you to hold his hands. He says it’s for a good luck, but he’s just really stressed and tense.
^^Peaky blinders
-Steven Grant still being so shy and quiet with you even though you two has been dating for years.
^^Marvel
-Bringing Namor gifts like flowers, jewelry and even little things like a picture of yourself or a padlock necklace. He cherishes all of them and keeps them safe.
^^Marvel
-Meeting Namor on the beach at night almost every night.
^^Marvel
-Bobby and Athena inviting you into their relationship. They both didn’t cheat on each other to find about their feelings for you they just kinda knew one day and talked it out and for a while and a lot of thought they asked would you be willing to date them.
^^9-1-1
-Being a rich man while Steven is your trophy husband.
^^Marvel
-Dying your hair with mark.
^^Author/Me
-Watching Mark stay up all night writing just for him to randomly stop to watch a movie.
^^Author/Me
-Lee and Maren catching you eating a person right in the middle of a dark and empty road.
^^Bones and All
-Being a different love interest for Elio and being heartbroken once he chose Oliver over you.
^^Call me by your name
-Imagine rejecting Derek Shepheard after finding out he has a wife.
^^Greys anatomy 
-Rue hugging and crying on you tight after she relapsed.And you being her favorite person ever since what happened with Jules and Elliot.
^^Euphoria
-Being a father figure to Rue.
^^Euphoria
-Imagine being Maddy Perez brother and finding out Nate pulled a gun on her so you pulled up to his house barged in and looked for him and beat the shit out of him.
^^Euphoria
-Billy Hargrove acting like he hates the nickname “Curls.” Or “Curly.” But when you say it he loves it.
^^Stranger things
THE END
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MASKED INTIMACY (oneshot)
(HANNIBAL LECTOR X M! READER)
⋆★ word count : 808
⋆★ warnings : n/a
⋆★ summary : you’re snooping in Hannibal’s office to find clues about an ongoing investigation, but Hannibal catches you in the act. Instead of reporting you, Hannibal offers to let you go—if you agrees to dinner.
⋆★ extra : wrote this with a friend in mind
The leather-bound books lining Hannibal Lecter’s office seemed to watch M/N as he slipped into the dim, quiet space. Everything was arranged so neatly, so meticulously, it was almost unsettling. The faint scent of leather and something metallic filled the air, making him feel as if he were intruding into a lion’s den rather than an office. But he knew he had to be careful. He’d come this far, and any noise, any slip-up, would make it clear he was here uninvited.
He swallowed, glancing around for any indication of where Hannibal might keep case files. The idea was almost laughable—Lecter was far too clever to leave anything incriminating out in the open. Yet, he couldn’t shake the sense that something vital lay hidden here. Maybe some note, some slip of paper that would connect Lecter to the trail of unsolved crimes currently haunting his nights. As he reached out to the top drawer of the desk, his fingers grazed the cold metal handle, and he hesitated. What if he found more than he bargained for?
As he carefully opened it, a wave of adrenaline hit him. There were documents, letters—none of which looked like they belonged to any ordinary psychiatrist. He sifted through, his heart hammering, every sound amplified. Pages rustling. The quiet creak of the drawer. His own breathing, a little too quick, as he scanned for anything that might crack the case wide open.
Calm down, he thought, his hands slightly trembling. But even in his resolve, the room itself seemed to seep into his skin, amplifying a strange sense of dread. If Hannibal knew he was here… The idea was almost laughable; how could he possibly explain it away?
Footsteps.
The sound was soft at first, blending almost seamlessly into the background of the building. He dismissed it at first, chalking it up to paranoia. But then, unmistakably, they grew louder. His mind spun, but there was no escape now, no time to hide. The door swung open, and there he was.
Dr Hannibal Lecter stood framed by the low light of the hallway, eyes fixed on M/N with a predatory calm that sent chills down his spine. He didn’t look surprised—more curious, if anything.
“Can I help you with something?” Hannibal’s voice was smooth, disarming, but it carried a note of something darker. He stood there, watching M/N as if savouring every second, letting him feel the weight of his intrusion.
Caught off guard, M/N stumbled over his words. “I… I was… looking for something,” he mumbled, realising immediately how weak his excuse sounded.
Hannibal’s eyes gleamed, a flicker of amusement barely concealed beneath his polite facade. “I can see that,” he replied, stepping further into the room. There was a glint of something sinister in his eyes, like he was already planning his next move. “You must know that breaking into someone’s office, especially someone in my line of work, is a rather risky endeavour.”
M/N’s heart raced, but he forced himself to stand his ground. “I had to see if there was something you weren’t telling us,” he said, hoping his voice didn’t betray the fear bubbling up inside.
Lecter’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Is that so?” His gaze travelled slowly over him, calculating, as if measuring his resolve. “I should call the authorities, of course… or I could simply let this slide.”
M/N froze, the words catching him off guard. “Why would you do that?”
“Let’s say I admire your initiative,” Hannibal said, his voice almost a purr. He stepped closer, close enough that M/N could feel the quiet power radiating from him. “But perhaps you could indulge me in a… different arrangement.”
“What do you mean?” M/N managed to ask, heart hammering as Hannibal moved closer still, his gaze never faltering.
“A dinner invitation,” Hannibal said smoothly. “Tomorrow night, at my home.” He tilted his head, the faintest smile curling his lips. “In exchange, I’ll pretend I never saw you here tonight. Sound fair?”
There was a pause, as M/N struggled to form words, knowing full well the reputation Hannibal Lecter had, the stories whispered between investigators. Yet, there was something about his offer, about the air of danger and control that made it hard to refuse.
Finally, M/N nodded, his throat dry. “All right… dinner it is.”
Hannibal’s smile widened ever so slightly. “Good. Then I’ll look forward to seeing you tomorrow.” With a final, assessing look, he stepped aside, granting M/N his escape.
As he left, he could feel Hannibal’s gaze lingering on him, a silent reminder of the dark promise now hanging between them. And as he walked out into the night, he couldn’t shake the feeling that, with every step closer to Hannibal, he was walking deeper into a game far more dangerous than he’d ever imagined.
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MALE!READER WRITING REQUESTS OPEN!
Come check out my works bellow!
I've seen how devastatingly little male!reader fics are in my big fandoms, and as a gay man i feel like i should provide us with said fics! Which is why I'm opening my ask box for any and all male!readers and gn!readers requests! (Including anon requests!)
RULES:
I WON'T ACCEPT FEMALE!READER FICS REQUESTS. I’m a trans-masc genderfluid, so male!Readers or gn!Readers are the ones that I usually write and am comfortable with. It’s hard looking for male!reader fics, especially in female-dominated fandoms, that's why I'm opening requests for any and all sad and touch-starved dudes out there! If these don't fit your preferences then you are free to leave, and if you're a female user/reader entering my blog, I hope you remain respectful about the fics I write or get requests for, thank you.
NOTE: I NEVER USE ANY FORM OF Y/N IN MY FICS. Please be aware that i write based on my current fixations. Fixations may vary in how much i want to write them so i’ll be ranking from the MOST interested to the LEAST interested but will write. Please be patient in waiting for your fics as i, sadly, have IRL work to worry about too!
What i will write:
male!reader
gender-neutral reader
Ftm! Reader
Smut
Platonic or Romantic relationships
Kid!reader (ONLY platonic-parental relationships)
angst
fluff
comfort
headcanons
nsfw alphabets
drabbles
Series
Age gap (CHARACTERS MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 19)
What I Won't write:
female!reader
underage characters (anyone under 17)
necrophilia
real people
pedophilia
Omorashi
age play
rape/non-con
incest
offensive/harmful things
THE CHARACTER LIST!
Current immediate fixation:
HOUSE MD (Up to s2)
Gregory House
James Wilson
Robert Chase
Lisa Cuddy
PEDRO PASCAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE
Ezra (prospect)
Joel Miller
Javi Gutierrez
Javier Peña
Frankie Morales
Whiskey (Kingsman)
MORTAL KOMBAT 1
Johnny Cage
Kenshi Takahashi
Tomas Vrbada
Syzoth
HONKAI STAR RAIL
Boothill
Welt
Sampo
Gallagher
Dr. Ratio
JUJUTSU KAISEN
Satoru Gojo
Nanami Kento
Higuruma Hiromi
Ryoumen Sukuna
Yuuji Itadori (Fluff)
Toge Inumaki (Fluff)
Less interested (but will write) Fixations:
TOP GUN 86’ & TOP GUN: MAVERICK
Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd
Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin
COD MODERN WARFARE II
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
John 'Soap' Mactavish
König
DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN
Connor (RK800)
Nines (RK900)
HONORABLE MENTIONS
Chris Knight (Real Genius)
Hannibal (NBC)
The Corinthian (Netflix Sandman)
Leon S. Kennedy (RE4 Remake)
Luis Serra (RE4 Remake)
Understand that these are all works of fiction; I am perfectly fine with writing for topics including mafias, mobs, murder, organized crime, war, mental illness, abuse, etc.; but please do not romanticize them in any way. Reading it is fine; please don't romanticize them in your head.
If any of this provided information may seem confusing or have any questions, feel free to drop a DM and I will explain further! I will try to post fic requests as regularly and as fast as I can!
For refrence, these are fics i've written and uploaded to my AO3!
Steven Grant/Male Reader fluff
XMEN Family Pride Fic
Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #1
Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #2
Deadpool/Male Reader Fluff Confession
Deadpool/Ftm Reader Smut
Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader Fluff
Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader sunshine x grumpy
Tangerine/Male Reader Fluff/Angst Mature
Tangerine/Male Reader Mature
Tangerine/Male Reader (Escort Fic) Mature
Tangerine/NB Reader Teen&Up
Tangerine/Gender-Fluid Reader (Coming out fic)
Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Husband Reader
Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Ellie Fluff
Joel Miller & Kid Reader
Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Tess Fluff a bit Angst
Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Fluff
Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Spicy Fluff
Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Spicy Fluff
Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Fluff slight Angst
Din Djarin/Boyfriend Reader Smut
And the Short Fics/Drabbles on Tumblr!
Pulse (Tangerine/M!reader)
Deep Dive (Namor/M!reader)
Hold Tight (Tangerine/gn Reader)
Ner Mesh'la (Din Djarin/Male Reader)
Trinkets (Kurt Wagner/Gender-fluid Reader)
"Anythin' you wanna be." (Hobie Brown & Ftm Reader)
Little Nap! (Meows Morales Drabble)
Anyone that starts an argument about me writing exclusively for men and gender neutrals alike will get a very passive-aggressive and sarcastic reply to your request. There is an abundance of female!readers fics and writers who provide them; I am just here for people that takes a whole day searching for good male!reader fics. IF you do start an unnecessary rant about my fics or my writing preferences at a given moment; I’ve been in fandom spaces for the last 7 years of my life and run on pure manic adrenaline, I will throw hands.
Without further ado, REBLOG TO TELL ALL DUDES! I OPEN MY FLOOD GATES! WELCOME ALL MALE!READER REQUESTS!
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BRO I SAW UR AARON HOTCH X MR AS WILL AND HANNIBAL AND I NEED IT NOW. I NEED IT.
DUDE I WISH I COULD WRITE SO BAD CAUSE AARHHSGAGG IT WOULD BE SO FHCKING GOOD I WOULD EAT THAT SHIT UPPPPPPPP
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okie dokie so here's the fandom list and the characters i'll write for. i will update this at times so yeah, here we go.
supernatural (dean winchester, sam winchester (not soulless or lucifer sam though), castiel, lucifer, balthazar, bobby (platonic only for jack and charlie))
911 and 911 lone star (tk strand, carlos reyes, evan buckley, eddie diaz, paul strickland, christopher diaz (platonic only), chimney, hen, owen strand)
stranger things (eddie munson, steve harrington, robin buckley (platonic only), nancy wheeler, jonathan byers)
house md (gregory house, james wilson, lisa cuddy and i can write foreman, chase and cameron but i can't promise it will be good. also im only on like season 5 so yeah.)
doctor who (any new who doctors and companions and friends tho coz im writing male reader bill, jenny and vastra will be platonic only coz otherwise that just feels weird also probably platonic for yaz and 13. also any masters because i love them and am obsessed with them)
hannibal (just hannibal and will coz im only on like the first season so it'll be based on vibes mostly)
star wars (like anyone basically just not palpatine and the creepy bad guys like the blue one or moff gideon. i am obsessed with clones and bounty hunters so yeah!)
batfam and dc (anyone basically coz ive got a pretty good grasp of most of their characters. if anyone requests the joker, i will probs mean like lego batman or the animated tv shows joker so the one who isn't an ass and is a bit gay. if they're lesbians, it will be platonic though.)
marvel (anyone like please just give me ideas of marvel stuff to write. i will need like a really good idea to be convinced to write for tony because he pisses me off sometimes. also team red and loki tv show are like my favs so i will write actual masterpieces for those)
criminal minds (the bau gang)
good omens (aziraphale and crowley also like any of the other characters besides metatron because i wanna murder him in his sleep (: so yep)
marauders (the marauders obvs, the Valkyries and the Slytherins)
sherlock bbc (sherlock, john, jim)
star trek (the one with chris pine) (bones, kirk, spock, scotty)
the addams family (im talking like the live action movies and the animated because i watched one episode of wednesday and it sucked ngl so yeah. ill write for the whole family so yeppity yep)
gravity falls (anyone basically except for gideon and his dad)
hades the video game (anyone tho i don't think anyone would request this)
the x-files (mulder, scully, skinner, the lone gunmen)
spiderverse (hobie, miles, gwen, noir, pav, peter b parker, miles universe peter, miguel (only if you wanna get into a fight with him))
Law and order: SVU (the whole crew tho im only on s12
Dead boy detective agency (anyone but niko and jenny will only be platonic coz lesbians)
x-men universe (gambit, charles, erik, peter maximoff, hank, victor creed, scott)
deadpool and wolverine (well… deadpool and wolverine, ig. i think cable and colossus both count in this one so them. also platonic negasonic teenage warhead and yukio)
i think thats it so yeah! :)
please send in requests tho ive got no idea if anyone will see this but yeah!
#x male reader#x m!reader#hades the game#stranger things#x gn reader#x reader#dc#batfam#gravity falls#the addams family#the mandalorian#boba fett#marvel#team red#loki#criminal minds#good omens#supernatural#doctor who#hannibal#star wars#911#911 lone star#dead boy detective agency#deadpool and wolverine#x men movies#x men
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Hi 👋🏻 Lou!! Congratulations 🎊🎉 on 6k!!
So how about Arranged Marriage w/ Simon?
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.⋆。Give 'Em Hell。⋆.
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x plus size reader
Your parents think you need to get married and settle down, so they called in a favour. A big military man of a husband might do you some good just not in the way they think
Warnings: arranged marriage, sort of sugar baby/daddy relationship, misogynist parents, future revenge, mention of hook-ups WC: 986
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You often wondered about the true scope of your family’s stupidity. Sure, there were moments in your childhood where you had the vivid thought that no one could be as ignorant and blatantly idiotic as your parents were but somehow, they had absolutely hit rock bottom of moronic decisions.
“What the fuck do you mean I’m getting married?” Your mother gasped.
“Watch your tone young lady, that is no way to speak to your parents.” She scolded as your father’s expression hardened. There was no question that your parents were ‘traditional’ believing that women were less than their male counterparts in every way but while they had constantly lectured you on those beliefs, they hadn’t gone so far as to inflict them upon you, until now at least. They even helped you and encouraged you through college!
“You’ve been running wild long enough, it’s time for you to do your duty,” you fought the urge to roll your eyes, “We’ve let you chase your silly little dreams but you’re getting older and your clock is ticking.” Your father clicked his tongue and reached for the tumbler of expensive bourbon on the table beside his recliner.
“We’ve picked out a good man!” Your mother chirped from her place on the expensive love seat next to your father, “He’s highly decorated in the military, he can give you a good life.”
“I don’t give a shit about that! I’m not marrying anybody! Period!” You snarled. Anger curled in your gut, turning your tone sour.
Your father’s glass slammed down onto the wood, making your mother flinch. “You will marry him or I will make your life a living hell. I make one call and no one will want to hire you, not even as a fucking garbage collector. You know the connections I have. Suck it up and be a responsible adult for once.”
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“I don’t want a husband.” The man across from you made a sound that you thought might have been a laugh. Simon, as you had learned from your parents, was a Lieutenant in a special ops task force. Never married, no family to speak of and copious amounts of money, your mother had gleefully added as she literally dragged you into the official-looking building where you would be meeting your future spouse.
He was by all means, an intimidating man. Almost 6 and a half feet tall and wearing a stupid balaclava with a skull on it, he looked more fitting being in a slasher movie than in a conference room negotiating marriage stipulations. His bulky, tattooed arms were crossed over his chest, somehow making him seem even bigger to you, as he leaned back in his chair.
“I don’t want a wife.” Your eyebrows furrowed at that.
“Then why are you here?”
His massive shoulders rolled back as his head tilted, cracking his neck. “Same as you— orders.” You hummed under your breath and forced your gaze away from his tanned arms and up to his eyes. He was obviously a quiet man but in no way did that intimidate you. He seemed more pissed off at your father who had so rudely guided (shoved) you into the room than he did at you.
You cleared your throat. “I won’t fuck you.” This time, his laugh was more discernible. His broad chest rumbled with the sound.
“‘M not expecting you to, not unless you beg,” you made a face at him but Simon continued, “I get deployed most of the time, I’d just like someone to take care of the house and spend my money.”
“So I would be your sugar baby.” He shrugged.
“If that’s what ya wanna call it. Do what cha want, I don’t care. We just need to show up to official events together.”
You planted your elbows on the table between you and stared into his brown eyes. Simon didn’t waver. “So you wouldn’t have an issue with me getting a job?”
“None.” He answered quickly.
“Going back to school?”
“I’d happily pay for it.” You raised an eyebrow before a devious smirk crossed your lips.
“Get a lover?” His eyes blazed while he mirrored your position, the swivel chair beneath him groaning with his mass as he leaned forwards, planting his massive palms onto the table.
“I’d like to see you try.” Against your will, heat raced through your body, setting your nerves alight with the thrum of arousal. Simon’s mask shifted and you imagined that he was smirking at you.
You tamped down the feeling of wetness between your soft thighs, forcing yourself to remember exactly why you were in this situation in the first place. “You’re a lot different than I was expecting.”
He huffed. “So are you. Thought I was getting stuck with some bratty trust fund baby who’s never even set foot in a thrift store.”
“I thought you were gonna be a crusty old man who wanted me to put out so he could feel better about his broken dick and receding hairline.” Silence settled between you before suddenly, you both broke into peels of laughter, an oppressive weight suddenly lifted from the room.
You were relieved; Simon seemed at least like a decent human being if nothing else and it appeared that you could continue living your life, although without the occasional hook up here and there. But considering how handsome you presumed your almost husband to be, maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
“I guess we both got lucky didn’t we?” You wiped the tears from your eyes.
“Or just benefitting from the sheer incompetence of the people that thought this was a good idea.” You rolled your eyes at him.
“So, should we do this then?” You asked. Simon rose from his seat and offered you his hand, which you didn’t hesitate to take. As he pulled you to your feet, he uttered:
“Let’s give ‘em hell.”
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Kinktober Day 7: Phone Sex
Hannibal Lecter x GN! Reader
Summary: Alone in his office at night he calls you wanting to only hear one thing.
Warnings: Established Relationships, Smut, Phone Sex
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The low buzz of your phone vibrated against the sheets, laid in your bed once, bathing in the relaxing silence of the late night. Now looking over to the disturbance, reading the familiar name "Hannibal.".
Answering, putting the phone against your ear, hearing only silence, then the sounds of a belt being undone. Knowing what Hannibal wanted, you sunk into the bed, resting the phone close to your ear.
Imagining as if it were Hannibal himself pulling your bottom clothing off and throwing them onto the floor. Next, hearing the sound of his leather office chair stretching as he leaned back, cock in hand.
This night being one of many of Hannibal's late-night calls, wanting only to hear you. Leaving no instructions, just the want to hear your call after his existence.
Wasting no more of his time, touching yourself to the thought of Hannibal wanting you, needing no more than to hear your choked moans. Still never getting used to the emptiness of not having his cock in you, making do with memories of past nights you both shared in each other's arms. Remembering the feeling of his cock and balls slamming into you as your moans sang to his unmerciful greed.
Spilling out all the curses and calls, him rewarding you with the sound of his returning moans, followed by the lubed noise of his cock being stroked.
Starting off slow, as you tried to match it, he sped up the louder you moaned. Quickly, the call turned foggy, almost forgetting you weren't in the safety of his house, shielded from disturbing any neighbors.
Mouth watering at the thought of sharing another night in Hannibal's office, pushing you over the edge of his desk. Moans turning into whines, sending Hannibal's into curses. Both of you diving off the edge together, cumming in the names of each other, sending the night into bliss, with Hannibal's heavy breaths singing into the phone, sending you to relax once again.
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Hi,
could you please do a Hannibal fanfic next (or whenever you have time), where he is rrying to have a baby with the reader?They come home after a party held somewhere else, with him already being turned on after she wore a short/exposing dress the whole evening?(nsfw in the end?) If you are comfortable of course.
Hannibal X Reader: Temptation
Warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), cream pie, badly translated Italian, pet names, dirty talk, talk of killing, talk of pregnancy, annoying men (aka professor Sogliato), no use of y/n.
Word count: 2,8K
You could feel his cum on your skin. You wondered, not for the first time, if anyone else could see it running down your thigh. You wouldn’t be surprised if they could. Your dress didn't leave much to the imagination nor did it even begin to cover the length of your legs. You’d been worried about what Hannibal would think of your attire. A small part of you worried he’d find it offensive but that thought died down when you saw the way he looked at you. He kept his composure for about ten minutes before pulling you to the nearest bathroom and filling you to the brim with his seed.
You and Hannibal moved against the dance floor in perfect sink. His hands rested on your body in a gentle manner, one very different then the way they had just mere moments as he manhandled you onto the sink counter. You could still remember the feeling of him inside you.
Hannibal was a very secure man. He knew where the two of you stood in your relationship, as strange as that relationship was. You were his. That had become clear when you’d asked him to bring you to Florence with him. And now here you were, surrounded by men of artistic knowledge, with your arm clinging onto Hannibals. He hadn't been worried about your outfit when he’d first seen it. He knew it would call everyone's attention but that didn’t bother him. If anything it made him feel aroused. They all wanted you but he was the only one you had eyes for. That thought alone made his chest fill with pride.
“I wonder what they’re thinking.”
Hannibal looked over at you before turning to look at who you were referring. There was a group of men on the other side of the room staring at you. Hannibal took a sip of his wine, eyes boring into the men.
“They’re probably wondering about the color of your underwear.”
“Hannibal!”
You whisper screamed at him, your hand hitting him lightly in the chest. He gave you a grin, his hand moving to cup your cheek. You furrowed your brow at him in worry. He placed a kiss to your lips before leaning down to whisper in your ear.
“Don’t worry amore mio i won’t tell them.”
You let out a light laugh, turning your head to the side so you could whisper back to him.
“I doubt you remember the color seeing how desperate you were to push it aside.”
Hannibal licked his lips at your words. Images of you flashed into his mind. He remembered the feeling of your skin against his, the way your lips parted as a moan escaped them. He could feel the desire beginning to fill him once more.
“You’ll have to refresh my memory later then.”
“You are insatiable Hannibal.”
“Only for you my dear.”
You smiled up at Hannibal, tugging him into a tender kiss. A small cough caught your attention. You and Hannibal turned to look at where it had come from. A small scowl made its way onto your face as you realized who it was. You covered up your distaste quickly, not wanting to cause Hannibal any problems.
“Dr. Fell how wonderful of you to grace us with your presence. This must be the lovely Mrs. Fell.”
You watched the man's eyes rack over your body hungrily. Hannibal seemed to notice it as well, his eyes hardening. You placed a hand on his chest, trying to shift his attention back to you. Hannibal's eyes softened as he looked at you. You nodded your head at him, silently telling him you were here to support him. Hannibal took a breath in, his hand finding yours before he turned to look at the man talking to you.
“Professor Sogliato. I hope you enjoyed your evening.”
“I must say my mind has been… distracted.”
He punctuated the word with another look at you. You raised your head in a menacing manner. You could always trust Hannibal to avenge you but that didn’t mean you couldn’t fight your own battles.
“You must be a very weak man if the mere sight of a woman manages to distract you. And a married one at that.”
Professor Sogliato gave a small grin.
“I assure you that's not what I meant, Mrs. Fell. In fact your husband is the cause of my distraction. Or rather his abilities to translate are.”
“I’m not sure what you mean Professor. You are well aware of my husbands talents.”
“That is true Mrs.Fell. But it seems i’ve only heard of his talents in Medieval Italian. I do wonder if he possess knowledge in other areas. Would he be able to recognize Dante Alighieri if he had his eyes upon it?”
You could tell Hannibal was beginning to become angry but it didn't compare to the rage you felt inside. You were very protective of Hannibal. Just as he was protective of you. So this interaction was proving a challenge to you both.
“I assure you my husband's knowledge is quite extensive.”
“I apologize Mrs.Fell i did not mean to offend you. I’m sure a woman such as yourself would know how to pick a suitable partner.”
The professor moved to kiss your hand goodbye but you tugged it away. He looked up at you with a shocked expression for a moment before forcing himself to smile. He gave a small nod to Hannibal before spinning on his heels and beginning to walk away. You gazed up at Hannibal catching the way he watched the professors back.
“Hannibal not here. Later you can-”
Before you’d managed to finish your sentence Hannibal had started speaking. But to your surprise the words didn’t come out in english. You watched in awe as Hannibal began to recite Dante’s first sonnet. The room went silent as he spoke in near perfect Italian. A grin made its way onto your face as you noticed the shocked expression on Professor Sogliato's face. Once he finished the room burst into applause. Hannibal turned to look at you and you couldn’t help but give him a smile. He returned the gesture, his hand moving to wrap around your waist.
‘Bellissimo amore mio.”
“Grazie bella.”
Hannibal gave you a kiss before turning to look at the professor. He wanted to kill him but that would have to wait. At the moment what he really wanted was to leave this place.
“We must be going, Professor. It seems my wife is tired.”
Hannibal extended his forearm. You wrapped your arm around his before the two of you made your way out of the party.
You made your way back home in silence, just enjoying each others presence. Once you made it inside you turned your back to Hannibal.
“Help me out of this will you?”
Hannibal moved towards you, his hands smoothing over your skin as he helped you unzip your dress. He watched it pool onto the floor as your bare skin was revealed to him. You stepped out of the dress making your way over to the drink counter without so much as sparing him a glance. Hannibal knew what you were doing. You often got this way when he did something that pleased you.
“How are you planning on killing him?”
Hannibal observed you pour him a glass of his favorite drink before facing him. You gestured to the chair with your hand, silently telling him to sit. He did as you asked, removing his suit jacket before sitting down.
“I was thinking we could invite him to dinner. Not soon obviously. That would be too suspicious.”
You hummed in acknowledgement, moving over to him at a slow pace. Hannibal drank in the sight of you. He took a mental note of the color of your underwear. You had been right when you’d said he didn’t know the shade. You gave him his drink, leaning down to kiss his lips before beginning to sink to your knees. Hannibal widened his legs, allowing you to sit between them.
“And then what would we do? Poison him?”
“No poison is too merciful. I was thinking something more painful.”
“I could always chop his tongue off. Make sure he nevers speaks again.”
Hannibal's hand froze at your words, the glass he’d been holding pausing mare inches from his lips. You gazed up at him, your hands resting on his thighs.
“You're sexy when you’re mad.”
“Thank you.”
Your hand moved over to his pant zipper tugging it down slowly. Hannibal took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving your frame.
“I got wet watching you talk in Italian.”
“È così cara?” (is that so dear?)
You smiled at Hannibal, your hand moving over his boxers. His breath hitched at the action, hips bucking forward slightly. You put your hand into his underwear feeling his skin for a moment before freeing his member.
“Feeling aroused Hannibal?”
“How could I not? After having to control myself all night.”
“Not all night.”
Hannibal laughed at your reminder.
“You looked too good in that dress. Had to remind you who you belong to.”
“Is that so?”
You stroked his dick gently, thumb moving over the head in a slow manner. Hannibal closed his eyes, his head moving to rest on the chair he was sitting in. He felt your tongue move over his dick, causing him to swallow dry. The moment your mouth engulfed his member he forgot about his drink, his hand moving to hold onto your hair. You let him guide your movements, bobbing up and down his dick in a steady pace. Your nose brushes against his meticulously groomed hairs, the friction making you want to sneeze. You pushed the feeling away, opting to focus on the way his dick felt against your tongue.
It had taken a while for you two to realize your feelings for each other were not marly due to your own loneliness. It was something more carnal than that. At the beginning of your stay the two of you slept in different beds, opting to keep up the farce only on the outside of the house. But soon the two of you started to give into your desires. And now you couldn’t think of it any other way. Hannibal missed Will and Abigail but now that he had you the emptiness inside his chest seemed to dull a bit. You weren’t scared of him, if anything you enjoyed knowing what he was capable of. It made you feel safe.
Hannibal grunted as you continued to move against him. He was starting to grow closer and closer to his orgasm but he didn’t want to spill into your mouth. He tugged your hair forcing you to remove your mouth from him. You groaned at the feeling of his finger on your scalp. You looked up at him, finding a look of pure hunger in his eyes. You knew what he wanted and you were more than happy to give it to him.
You got up from the floor moving towards the bedroom. Hannibal watched your ass sway as you moved away from him. Before you reached the doorframe you spun to look at him. You beckoned him to you with your finger. Hannibal did as you asked, rising from his seat and following you.
You crawled onto the bed, positioning yourself in a way that allowed Hannibal to see your clothed cunt. He sauntered into the room dick still proudly on display for you. He moved over to the edge of the bed, eyes moving over your body. You moved to unclasp your bra, throwing it at a nearby chair. You shimmed down the bed, making yourself comfortable. Hannibal's chest rose and fell as he stared at you. He looked like a lion prepared to pounce.
And that was exactly what he did.
He removed his clothes, allowing himself to become completely naked before climbing onto the bed. You widen your legs allowing him to slot himself between them. His hands move to your underwear finger grazing over the wet patch. You whined for him, biting your lip.
“So they were red.”
“Where? They still-”
His hands grabbed onto the lacy fabric, ripping it with ease. You let out a shocked yelp at the action.
“Hannibal why would-”
“They were in the way.”
You continued to gape up at him.
“Don’t worry I'll buy you a new pair.”
“You better.”
You wrapped your legs around Hannibal, slightly pulling him closer. He could tell you were becoming impatient but he really couldn’t blame you. He had left you wanting for more when the two of you had left that bathroom hours ago. He planned on making it up to you now. He dragged his dick over your pussy, teasing you for a moment before inching himself in. He didn’t bother thinking of putting a condom on. In fact he hadn't had to worry about that the last few months.
You see, a couple of months ago he’d proposed the idea of getting you pregnant and to his surprise you’d accepted. You knew his desire for a child came from his mourning for Abigail but it also came as a consequence of his love for you.
Playing husband and wife had made Hannibal realize how much he wanted to create a family of his own and you seemed like the perfect one to do it with. You understood him in ways he didn’t think were possible. You didn’t judge him for the way he was, in fact you embraced him fully. You didn't have his taste for meat but you didn’t deny him his desires. As long as he was always truthful you had no issue with his peculiar pallet.
You moaned out his name, causing him to focus on the present once more. He was moving in and out of you at a torturous pace. He liked to make it last as long as he could. The feeling of you against him is like a drug on its own. And the sounds you made. Oh, they were like a beautiful song only he got to hear. He watched your breasts move as he thrusted into you, an image of you nursing his child flashed into his mind causing him to speed up. You gasped at the sudden change of pace, hands gripping onto the muscles of his back. Hannibal felt you beginning to clench around him, making it harder for him to move in and out of your in the speed he wished. He dragged your leg up, one hand bracing against the bed frame.
“Hannibal….”
“Shh just a bit more amore.”
With that he began pistoling into you. Your head knocked against the pillows as your body jerked backwards due to his strength. You were a moaning mess beneath him, your nails clawing at his skin. Hannibal hissed as he felt you drew blood.
“I’m gonna-ah fuck- i’m gonna cum!”
“Hold it.”
“I can’t Hannibal i-”
“Hold it. Just a little more. I promise.”
You nod at him, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his hand moves to circle your clit. His grunts became louder as his orgasm started to creep up on him. Seconds before his orgasm washed over him he called out your name. You forced yourself to look at him , brows furrowing with your need to cum.
“Let go bella.”
That was all you needed. Your juices gushed over him as you came. With a low groan Hannibal came too. His seed filled you up in a satisfying manner. The two of you basked in the afterglow for a moment before moving. Hannibal pulled out of you, his hands moving to close your legs.
“Keep it in dear. Don’t waste a drop.”
“I won’t.”
He placed a kiss on your neck before rising from the bed. You buried yourself into the bed. A couple of moments later Hannibal joined you. He tugged your body into his. Your frames slot into each other like a perfect puzzle. Hannibal's arm wrapped around your waist, his hand moving to caress your stomach. It would stick this time. He knew it would.
And if it didn't?
Well then you’d just have to keep trying.
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Hi! Can I please make a request?
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Could you write Hannibal giving his male!reader a blowjob?
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Never sloppy, this man was a professional even in intimate moments. However, the only reason why he was on his knees in front of you and not the other way around was because he lost a bet. He wasn't a sports fan, and you knew that you took advantage of the situation, and now you were being rewarded. It wasn't every day he lost a bet either, but, that being said, you were immensely enjoying what you felt was a well-deserved reward.
As the hot shower water adds to the pleasure, you look down, watching as his lips form perfectly around you, savoring the flesh, making sure you are well tended to. The stroke of his hand, the bob of his head, the attention to the little details. How you could feel the tension and tautness of the lips to add that perfect amount of pressure around, tight but not too tight.
You hang your head back as you enjoy this moment. The subtle stroke of his hand as his mouth glides along your slick stiffened flesh. Of course, he knew what he was doing, and you were bearing witness to it now.
Looking back down you watch as his lips move along the side of your cock, the length from base to tip, his tongue curled around the underside of your shaft, the way he moved along the side and wrapped around back to the tip only to press your head between his lips again and press you to the back of his throat as he picks up the pace.
You hang your head back and let out a long draw out moan into the bathroom as it echoes in the shower bouncing off those glass walls. Your body tenses with this intense wave of heat. Feeling it wash over you it's like prickles to your flesh. You let out another moan. Your eyes close as you reach down and grip the back of his head as your hips buckle in a rhythmic motion.
The faster he moves the faster your hips move in a perfect tandem motion. The perfect about of give and take. With a faster bob comes a tighter pressure, comes a quicker build of your own pressure but you're unable to hold back any longer. Before you could even get a word in edgewise you're letting out a loud moan of pure satisfaction. Your voice echoes in his ears.
As your cock twitches with your finish, like the professional this man is, Hannibal takes the load, proceeds to stand up with your cock in hand, pulls you closer, and looks down at you as he stands a fair bit taller than you.
"Next time, you're the one on your knees…" He stated with a small smirk.
"Whatever you say." You state with a soft chuckle kind of out of breath and in a daydream-like state.
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The Cannibal and The Man
Hannibal x Male Reader
WARNING: Cannibalism, Stockholm Syndrome, Toxic
Word Count: 496 words
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
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Gasping for air, you sat up on the bed, sweat running down your forehead. You closed your eyes and rubbed your forehead with your hand. Tired. Very tired. You had a nightmare—a terrible nightmare. You uncovered your face and turned your head to look at the man lying next to you. Husband. No. Lover? You two were not married yet; you had only met him by mistake.
Unfortunately, you knew about his little, dark secret. You were unable to speak about it during dinner or when the two of you were alone. You had never liked dinner, but the food he made just looked delicious, and despite what the meat was, you never complained about it. You were sadly unable to complain, or your tongue would have been the next thing on the plate.
You did not like the control your lover had over you. You wanted to be free like a bird, not trapped in a cage. Whenever a visitor would come over, you were always reminded to be on your best behavior. Once in a while, you wanted to talk to your family or at least give your mother or father a call to say that you were having the best time of your life.
Unfortunately, every single member of your family was dead. Their limbs were chopped into pieces and served to you without knowing who you were eating this time. You were told that they died due to a car crash. But you knew that was a lie; your parents never left the house that often. If they did, it was only for groceries or clothing.
You held your breath once you heard your lover groan.
"You're up early," he said, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you to his chest. "Stay." Hannibal placed a kiss on your head before closing his eyes. You sighed and made yourself comfortable. Hannibal's body is warm, you thought. You couldn't help but feel safe being held by the person who cares for you.
You silently cursed at yourself. You should not think of Hannibal as your protector. For god's sake, he killed your parents and served them as dinner! This cannot be happening, you thought. You cannot see yourself marrying a cannibal.
Escape. Escape. Escape. You need to escape. How could you even escape from a cannibal? For God's sake, you don’t want to be next on the plate. You cannot allow Hannibal to think he has won. Maybe this is all a dream? Maybe you’re in the safety of your own bed. No, that cannot be true. You cannot have a nightmare in a nightmare.
Your name is (Y/N), and you are in your 30’s. You are currently sleeping in the same bed with a cannibal, and your family is dead. You are forced to eat human meat. You haven't been receiving enough sleep for, god, knows how long.
Sighing once again, closing your eyes, and allowing sleep to take over your body
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Hannigram/ Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham x Teen!reader
Summary: Hannibal and Will host a small dinner party between themselves, a work friend and her family. But with Will and Hannibal, there’s no such thing as a happy ending.
TW! Drugging, Delulu Hannibal, mention of blood, mention of vomit(not detailed)
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“Do we have to eat with them?” Your father groaned to your mother as he parked the car next to the house.
“Yes. They’re my friends and it’s not everyday we get to eat out.” Your mother snapped back. She opened her car door and stepped out slowly, brushing down the creases in her dress.
With a heavy sigh, you opened your car door and followed your mother to the small, metal gate at the front of the garden. The silky darkness of night preventing any greenery to show over the bars, causing the grey stone path ahead to be hard to navigate.
You held onto your mother’s arm as she stumbled forward in her heels. “It would be great to have my husband walk me to the front door. Not my child.” She scoffed bluntly.
“Walk yourself. You’d nag at me the whole way anyways.” Your father retorted, trailing behind. He passed your mum a bottle of wine, practically shoving it into her arms.
Your mother fixed her hair before pressing the doorbell. A pleasant ring echoed behind the tall door and soon after the door creaked open.
“Y/M/N, Hannibal and I are so happy you could make it.” The man smiled as he stepped aside to allow your family to enter, taking the bottle of wine from your mum with a small thank you. He shook your fathers hand before guiding you all to the lounge. They’re house was big. Bigger than yours or any house you had been in before. It had room after room all the way down the hall, with a big staircase at the end. Each wall had something on it, either art or a clock. No family photos or honeymoon pictures. Just rich art or an old clock.
The man sat down beside your dad, although while speaking to your parents his eyes were tracked on you. Eventually he looked away to address all of you, “Hannibal’s in the kitchen at the moment, hopefully he’ll be through in a second to greet you.”
And, as if it were rehearsed, who you assumed was Hannibal waltzed through the doorway. He dried his hands off with a towel before throwing it over his shoulder. “Y/M/N, I’m so glad you could come. Good to see you as well, Y/F/N, have you been doing better since our last appointment?”
Your father rolled his eyes and made himself comfortable on a leather sofa before answering, “Yeah yeah, I’ve been doing great.”
You looked towards your mother, noticing how her gaze lingered on Hannibal, her eyes taking in every inch of him. She never looked at your dad like that.
Yikes.
Hannibal narrowed his eyes and stared at your father for a moment too long, as if he was analysing him, before reverting his gaze to you. “You must be Y/N. Your father speaks of you often.”
“All bad, I assume.” You joked, offering the man a small smile.
He hummed at your joke, returning the smile. “Well, I’m sorry to cut this short but I have to get back to work. Y/F/N, would you care to help me?” His gaze darted back to your dad.
Begrudgingly, your father stood up and sauntered over to Hannibal, presumably to follow him into the kitchen.
“So, Y/N,” the other man began, “your mother tells me you’re heading down the same path as her. Studying to be a criminal psychologist too?”
You gently nodded, “That’s what I’m hoping for.”
A somber silence fell between the three of you until your mother spoke up and sparked a conversation which you had no interest in. Something about Abel Gideon’s attack or whatever.
After half an hour of boring conversation and staring at the ceiling, Dr Lecter called all of you through to the dining room. That’s how you found out the other man’s name, Will.
You took your seat between Will and Dr Lecter, letting your parents sit together. The adults began chatting about work and life and God knows what else. All of it was boring.
While you were poking and prodding at the fish on your plate you heard your name be muttered by Dr Lecter. Your head shot up in his direction.
“What do you think?”
A soft blush burned your cheeks as you bashfully stated, “I’m really sorry but I haven’t been paying attention.”
He chuckled softly before asking what you thought of the food. To which you only gave compliments, not wanting to upset him. Dr Lecter smiled softly, thanking you, before turning back to speaking with your parents.
Throughout the numerous courses Dr Lecter brought out, you slowly began to feel more and more sick and tired, to the point where you felt your eyes rolls back in your head and your stomach churn and ache.
You gently placed your fork on your plate and leaned back in your chair, immediately gaining attention from Will who nudged you.
“You okay, kid?” His face strewn with worry.
Sweat dripped down your brow as you nodded sharply, “Yeah, no, I’m fine. I’m just tired.”
“Well, we have a guest bedroom upstairs that we would be more than happy to let you borrow.” Dr Lecter chimed in.
“No it’s okay. I’ll be fine.”
“We insist.”
After that you had no say in wether you went or not. Will slowly guided you up the stairs and down the hall, at points he was pausing to make sure you were fine.
You always said you were fine despite your migraine making your vision blurry and your feet feeling numb. Once you reached the top of the stairs, you fell into Will and luckily he caught you, picking you up before you could try to stand again. You would have been so embarrassed if you hadn’t been feeling this bad.
The walk to the spare bedroom was tedious. Time felt as if it had slowed down to taunt you- to make sure you felt every second of pain.
Finally, Will reached the room. The door creaked open and the light flickered on. Through your blurry vision you almost thought it was your room at home. Same bed frame, wardrobe, vanity, dresser- all of it was identical. Maybe you were just being crazy. Maybe this was your brain trying to comfort you and make you see a place that makes you feel safe.
He gently placed you down on the bed, making you sit up to the best of your ability while he took off your shoes so the sheets didn’t get muddy. He then pulled back the duvet and let you fall onto the pillow, immediately falling asleep. He smiled, softly brushing hair out of your face before stepping out of the room and turning off the lights.
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A loud crash abruptly woke you up, jolting you upright. A sense of dread washed over you as you peeled back the covers and slowly navigated your way to the thin line of light emerging from the frame of the door.
A shiver racked down your spine as the cold, hard wooden floors touched your feet.
Each step on the floor creaked under the weight of you. The loudness made you worried that the wrong person could hear and come to get you.
They were probably just watching a movie, you reasoned with yourself, trying to think of any logical explanation while feeling like something was watching you.
The abyss like darkness which awaited you at the bottom of the steps was the worst. That feeling of dread set in faster and harder as you stepped into the nothingness that called out for you.
Trying to find a way around this house felt impossible. You felt like a rat trapped in a maze trying to find its reward, and your rat race reward could only be freedom.
You crept into the kitchen, then the dining room, then the lounge, flicking on the lights as you did. Each one you were wary about entering, that dread in your stomach building up more and more.
And when a hand clasped your shoulder, you felt like crying out. You spun around, pushing the hand away and stumbling to the plush, carpeted floor. Looking up, you saw the slim and shadowed figure of one of your hosts for the evening,
Will.
Your eyes widened as you heard him call out for Hannibal. Quickly, you scrambled to your feet and made a mad dash for the closest exit, accidentally bumping into something.
Something whose chest rose and fell with each heavy heaving breath, something which grabbed you and pulled you close, something that glistened with sweat and blood in the bright white moonlight from out the old windows.
“It’s alright, Mischa..” Hannibal sighed, holding you against him, “You’re safe now.”
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02:03 Saturday, 10th of August 2024
10/8/24
AN- this is low-key shit, but I kinda like the idea. I just don’t think I could write it well.
Also, three hours ago it was my birthday 🥳🥳🦅
Love you all :3
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hiiii how r u? ❤️
can you do alphabet SFW for hannigramx reader? 💕
Hannigram x Reader SFW alphabet
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Hannibal is an acts of service kind of guy. He cooks, he cleans, he helps with work, But that's just surface level stuff he does for everyone he's around. When it comes to relationships Hannibal is more of words of affirmation and physical touch.
Will has one setting, Quality time. Sitting down to watch a show, Fishing, Long walks, Puzzles and games. All stuff he enjoys and likes sharing with his partners!
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Hannibal and Will are tough nuts to crack. To have to prove yourself as trustful and reliable before they start a relationship with you. (Hannibal may or may not have had his sights set on you before he even spoke to you.)
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Hannibal enjoys occasional cuddles and hugs. He definitely needs them from time to time, but can go for a long while before he's desperate for affection.
Will simply doesn't like being touched. Tough
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Both men want a quite simple lives…. eventually…but they still have a little bit more murder in them
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Hannibal might kill you and eat you OR let you go on with your life (he will always be there, you just won't know it)
Will is a respectful gentleman and understands not all relationships work out. He'll have a long chat with you before parting ways.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
They Both want to get married. Simple as that! (Hannibal is totally a groomzilla)
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Yes and No.
They do have Gentle moments with each other, but they do get covered in blood quite often. But surprisingly the Gore can be very soft and gentle from time to time. Even down right romantic if you catch them on the right occasion.
But you're dating two cannibals, so you already knew that.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Sometimes, they like to keep the PDA to a minimum.
Also hugs isn't always their kind of affection, They will absolutely give hugs if you ask, but they like words of affirmation a bit more.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
YEARS. These men use verbal word play to convey affection. If they outright say ‘I Love you’, you can expect them or you to be dying.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Absolutely. They do undoubtedly have confidence in you and the relationship, but they just can't help a guy testing their smooth moves on you.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Kisses are pretty rare When it comes to Hannibal and Will. Kisses are saved for special occasions and bedroom activities. BUT, if it is to occur, they're pretty soft and sensual.
Hannibal Targets the lips, knuckles, shoulders, and chest.
Will Targets the lips, neck, face, and stomach.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
……Oh…..good?......RIP Abby….
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Hannibal is up bright and early at 4:00 am. He has a whole morning routine that takes him an hour to complete. At 5:00 he makes breakfast and goes through all the appointments he has that day. At 6:00 he's out the door and off to work.
Will wakes up, lays in bed for a few minutes, uses the bathroom, and goes downstairs to eat breakfast. He heads out for work around 6:30 ish.
If they have both managed to score a day off at the same time, breakfast is pushed back and hour. Not because Hannibal spends more time in bed, but because he gets to spend more time in his grooming routine. Hannibal spends an additional hour in the bathroom cleaning himself up.
Will on the other hand does stay in bed. He waits until Hannibal is done, uses the bathroom, and goes back to bed until breakfast is ready. He's a very simple guy.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Hannibal has a Bedtime routine that also takes quite some time. (Yes, he will occasionally skip all of that to just hop into bed, but that's not often.) If you're all close enough (and there's room) He'll let you and Will get in the shower with him. At the end he slides into the far right side of the bed and lets you and will cuddle with him.
Will takes a shower, brushes his teeth, and get into the far left side of the bed. On occasion Hannibal will force him into his own routine (which involves a lot of oils and creams) that Will is not all that pleased to be doing.
If you're a very cuddly person, cling to Hannibal. He loves feeling needed and in control.
If you're not a cuddly person, turn and face Will. Will isn't the biggest fan of physical touch so you'll be (relatively) left alone.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
HA.
Hannibal HAS to be in your head first before he even considers opening up in the slightest.
Will is closed off until Hannibal reassures him that you're trustworthy.
This could takes years.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Do they get angry easily, yes. But they are in it for the long con.
They have taken years playing with their prey before they kill them. Their patients is through the roof.
Hannibal is the more patient one of course, but Will is also slow moving evil in a vest.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Hannibal remembers everything you tell him. He soaks up that information like a sponge.
Will might forget a few things but over all remembers most of what you tell him.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Hannibal:
Hannibal texts you later in the day to tell you he'll be home late. He feels bad and tries to get through the night as quickly as possible.
When he eventually comes home he could smell a savory scent coming from the kitchen. He creeps up softly to the kitchen and peaks inside.
There you are, doing your damn best to make dinner. He found it really sweet and let you work it out alone.
Was it the best meal he ever had? No. Was it the one He loved the most? Yes!
Will:
During one of the lowest points of his life He genuinely couldn't be alone. He felt like he could rely on anyone but desperately needed help, so he ended up calling you.
You were there within an hour with an overnight bag.
You stayed with him all night and the next day. You made sure he slept, ate, and showered. He's never forgotten that, and thinks of that act of kindness daily.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Both of them have killed for you, and will do it again.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Hannibal will put in maximum effort in all dates. He puts in the works, food, wine, place, timing, all of it
Will will do his best, plan something nice, Wear something presentable.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
…. Despite the obvious…Hannibal can't stop staring into your soul. His gaze can pass through anyone. It's bone chilling at the best of times.
Will…. Will has one of the most infamous killers of all time in the palm of his hand. He absolutely uses that to his advantage.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Hannibal 90% sometimes He couldn't be bothered, most the time he is.
Will 50%, He's been out and about missing some clothing.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Hannibal loves hard. Obsessively. He stalks, he creeps, he prowls, he peeps. There are no secrets, he already knows. He loves knowing, That's how he shows it.
Will needs support, well he could survive a while without you, after a few hours you will be bombarded with texts and calls. He'll be all pretty over the phone telling you he just needs to hear your voice.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Headcannons here 😘
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
•Undependable
•bad punctuality
•tied down
•uneducated
•non-adaptable
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Hannibal doesn't need any fancy stuff to sleep, But he loves to pretend he does. Face masks, thick pillows, soft heavy blankets, lotions, candles, sound machines, etc. It makes me feel high and mighty
Will will fall asleep in his work clothes, Jeans and all.
They will of course cuddle you if you ask.
Thanks for reading <3
#slashers#reader#x reader#nbc hannibal#hannibal x reader#will graham x reader#hannigram#hannibal lecter#hannibal x reader x will#hannibal#sfw alphabet#sfw headcanons
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Pretend (Hannibal Lecter x M! Reader)
It's not full smut (fairly new to writing it still.)
Summary: You faked being attracted to Alana to gain insight into the FBI, never knowing that it would set off your boyfriend's possessiveness.
tags: mentions of sex, Hannibal and reader are in a secret relationship, Alana is killed, possessiveness, unraveled Hannibal
“Beautiful as ever, Alana.” you whispered, bringing her hand to your lips. Her cheeks flushed with pleasure and shyness as she looked up at you through her lashes. But as soon as you dropped her hand and guided her through the house, the smile faded from your face. Your relationship with her was purely a matter of convenience—a calculated scheme proposed by Hannibal to keep tabs on the FBI’s investigations. You just never anticipated it would drag on for this long.
The table had already been set, thanks to Hannibal, who was busy in the kitchen. The plan for tonight was clear—dispose of another loose thread under the guise of a friendly dinner.
You played your part well, smiling at Alana as if you genuinely enjoyed her company. Then, as you responded to one of her comments, Alana’s hand reached across the table to rest on yours. It was an innocent enough gesture, one that Hannibal could have overlooked. But as her fingers gently traced your skin, something in the atmosphere shifted. You noticed it in the way Hannibal’s gaze darkened ever so slightly, though he remained outwardly composed.
Then, Alana’s hand moved from yours to your thigh, a more intimate touch that lingered too long. The action was bold, and the implications were clear.
You kept your expression neutral, but a quick glance at Hannibal told you everything you needed to know. His grip on the wine glass had tightened, his knuckles white against the deep red liquid inside.
"Alana." Hannibal's voice was smooth, betraying none of the anger simmering beneath the surface. "Would you care for more wine?"
She looked up at him, smiling, oblivious to the danger. “I’d love some, thank you.”
Hannibal rose to refill her glass—his movements fluid, almost graceful—until, in one swift motion, his hand wrapped around Alana’s neck. Her eyes widened in shock, a strangled gasp escaping her lips as her hands scrambled to pry his fingers away. But he didn’t let go until her struggles ceased and her body went limp in his grasp.
For a moment, the room was eerily silent, save for the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. Hannibal let her lifeless body slump back into the chair, his eyes were blazing with unrestrained fury.
You should have been horrified, or at least cautious, but instead, something dark and primal surged within you. The sight of Hannibal’s anger, the sheer power he wielded, sent a jolt through your body, and before you knew it, you were on your feet, crossing the space between you in an instant.
Without a word, you pounced on him, your hands grabbing his face as you pressed your lips to his in a fierce, bruising kiss. Hannibal barely had time to react before you were ripping at his clothes, your fingers desperate and rough, tearing at the fabric in a frantic need to feel the heat of his skin against yours.
Hannibal responded in kind, his hands gripping your waist with a possessive strength that sent a thrill through you. Then, without warning, Hannibal’s teeth grazed your lower lip before he bit down, the sharp sting of pain mixing with pleasure. A loud moan escaped your lips. Eyes closed, you felt Hannibal lift you up and ascend the stairs toward your shared bedroom. Alana is all but forgotten on the ground.
#x male reader#male reader#slasher fandom#hannibal fandom#hannibal#hannibal nbc#hannibal lecter#nbc hannibal#will graham#alana bloom#jack crawford#hannibal lecter x male reader
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Requested by @yourlocalratwriter : Could you please make a Hannibal x daughter reader(platonic) where his daughter has severe anger issues. Maybe like their having a outburst and yelling at him and doesn’t actually mean it? But they got Frustrated so they started yelling?
Warnings : anger issues, yelling by both parties.
A/n : ssso so sorry to answer this late, i finally have the courage to write again and i didnt wanna steal the plot or anythiing but at the same time i wanted to finally write thiiis ❤️
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Hannibal, has welcomed you into his home. He cooks for you, helps you with your studies and even with your relationships with society and life. He would also like to help you with your room, but that, being your cocoon, is a restricted place for the meticulous Hannibal Lecter. That, until today.
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You drag your feet through the mansion, tossing your bag on the nearest sofa as you headed for your room.
It had been a long day. A reeeeally long day. And frustration was irritating every part of your brain. Every inch of your body. You were definitely ready to melt into your mattress and fall asleep.
Yanking your bedroom door open, the scent of chemicals and artificial roses slaps your nostrils as you discover an orderly room. Not your room.
Your eyebrows knit together as you scan every inch of the space.
Disgusting. Tidy. Unlivable.
No more piles of clothes. No more stacked up papers. No more of those littles things you placed exactly in the right spot, exactly where you needed them.
Hannibal.
You march out of your room, each step growing louder and louder, fueling your anger. Until you reach the study.
You place your hand on the door handle, a thought comes to your mind.
You are not to come in without knocking on the door, y/n.
But you think again…Fuck him ?
You push the handle down, simultaneously pushing the door forward. There he is.
Your heart skips a beat.
Hannibal almost jolts up. For a split second, he's surprised. But as soon as his eyes land on your face, his body relaxes. And his features go back to being illegible. He watches you, his head slightly tilting to the side, waiting for an answer to a question he didn't need to ask.
"My room." You say.
"Yes ?" The doctor responds in an even simplistic manner. And it shakes sometimes in you.
"I told you not to touch my room." You keep your words to a minimum. As you were far far from calm, anymore anger and words were going to start spurting out of your mouth.
You wanted to avoid that.
"I organized everything accordingly. I d-"
What ?
His voice dies down as rage boils through your body. He's always trying to control everything. He cooks, he tells you what to do. When to do it. He chooses your meals for you. Who you're allowed to go out with. When to come home. Wait-so he read stuff, in order to organize it ?
"You read my stuff ?"
"That's not what i meant i-"
"Why would you do that, Hannibal." Your voice pierces through your own ears. You feel hot and your stomach is knotted up.
"Y/n, calm down."
"DONT TELL ME TO CALM FUCKING DOWN." Your body jolts in response, reaching your end point. "You're always trying to control everything. You fucking control freak" You accusingly point your finger at him. And your father stares in response.
He bites his bottom lip as his eyes rove from your reddened face to your finger, and back to your face. And slowly, he sets his hand on top of your finger, lowering it down forcingly. But you pulled away.
"Don't fucking touch m-"
"That's it." The man snaps, gripping your arm and dragging you over to the sofa, where he pushes you down. His grip is firm, but gentle. And before you have the time to move, he kneels down in front of you. "Now you're going to breat-you're going to breathe and I won't let you go until you do so."
Yours eyes meet his and your heart instantly slows down...But the overwhelming pain in your stomach doesn't die down. It lingers...
"Breathe, darling." Your father nods encouragingly as he awaits for you to obey. But you breathe heavily. Your voice sounded so hoarse and rough. You hated it. You didn't mean the words that just came out of your mouth. You didn't mean them. You just-Not sure-It just felt-
"It's okay, sweetheart, i know."
You shake your head as he nods No...No- He doesn't get it-he doesn't know. No-Y-
"I know you didn't mean what you said...It's okay."
You sniffle, a lump growing in your throat. "I'm sorry." It comes in a whisper.
"It's alright..Just breathe."
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Good reading, i hope. ❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹
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