#hannibal x reader

[logansdoe]

will fluff?

I can't 💔

"will—", your lips protest but he didn't listen. Already on his knees, hands tying the lace that untied while walking. He doesn't grunt or hums to respond. Knowing it'll just fuel your complaints.

Your hands wrapped around the hot coffee. Hot caramel. Too sweet for him but perfect for you. Maybe that the secret of you being so bright and sweet. You are what you eat, after all. Perhaps that's why he is bitter as an instant coffee.

"you need to stop doing everything for me", you pout slightly. It's not like your cheeks puff and your lips turn round. No. It's the way your bottom lip slightly seems bigger. The frown, ever so visible. It makes him smile slightly.

"when I'm here, I will", he responds. Standing up again. Knee slightly cracking. A giggle slips past your lips, earning a quick glare from him before he shakes his head. Brushing a hand through his curls, adjusting his glasses.

Being the observant person Will always was, he noticed everything about you. He didn't expect the same from you, of course. Just because you weren't as observant as him didn't make him love you less.

He liked that about you. You lived in the moment rather than drowning in it. But he liked it. He liked drowning in you.

The way you'd mouth words when you are reading silently. To concentrate. The way the knuckle of your index finger would rub against your lip, if you didn't have anything on them.

Pinning your hair back, if you have lip balm so the strands don't stick to your lips. The way you'd push down on your ring finger to feel it pop.

He noticed. He loved. He just didn't show.

"you do know you can get this coffee anywhere here? Why did you drive an hour to get it from there?", you spoke. Actually confused. It just seemed like extra waste to spend that much time in something so small.

"because you only like the way they make it", he said simply. A shrug. Before taking your free hand, intertwining your fingers and putting it in his jackets pocket. Shielding it from the cold.

He noticed, he loved and he showed differently.

[charliedawn]

Hi Charlie, how are you? I wanted to ask you how the slashers and the Hannibal family would react when they discover that Y/N is an Irish fairy like Aisling, a Selkie like Saoirse, and a wolfwalker like Mebh, and I wanted to ask you if you like Tomm Moore's films like The Secret of Kells, Song of the Sea, and Wolfwalkers (also, I was wondering how Eddie and the Horde would react)

FUN FACT : TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY

Message from author: Happy (- litre late) Birthday to you @sydneyneftlixarts 😄

Freddy Krueger

"You’re like a freakin’ Irish Powerpuff Girl," he jokes. But when you transform in front of him—really transform—he shuts up. "…Okay. That’s actually badass." Deep down, he’s impressed and maybe even a little jealous. Might call you his ‘freaky seal’ or ‘enchanted hellhound.’

Michael Myers

Silent, watchful. He’d stare at you differently after the discovery—not with fear or confusion, but with a deeper kind of curiosity. You’ve always seemed ethereal to him, but now it makes sense. When you vanish into mist, whisper with trees, or walk as a wolf in the woods, he simply follows. You’re not a monster to him—you’re family.

Hannibal Lecter Sr. (1991)

He immediately identifies your folklore roots. His fascination with folklore finds new life in you. "Ah, a creature older than time, hidden beneath skin." He tests the boundaries gently—"Do you feel pain like we do ? Do you age ?" He offers you exquisite seaweed-wrapped dishes and asks pointed questions about your sealskin. He’s charming, but always calculating. You are a delicacy, intellectually and maybe otherwise…Be careful. 🥲

Hannibal Lecter Jr.

He understands you. He’s the only one who says, "I suspected." He doesn’t fear your wolf teeth or your seal appearance—he embraces your duality. "You are one of these rare beauties that can be found once in a lifetime. I won’t let such beauty die when I can preserve it."

Morgan Hannibal

He wants to test you. Blood samples, how your anatomy works, how the transformations occur. He will do his research and since he is first and foremost a man devoted to science—he will be observing and learning from you. But he’s respectful. Secretly he’s fascinated, completely taken by your wildness. He will protect you, but the cost might be too high…

Kevin Hannibal

Draws you nonstop. He’s obsessed with the way your hair moves, the shimmer of your selkie skin, the shape of your claws when you growl. He’s blunt about it: "You’re unreal. In a good way." He also makes you sea-salt caramel desserts like it’s a religion.

Peter Hannibal:

Peter falls HARD. He sees you as a creature of heaven. He starts writing songs about you, sobbing as he does it. "You’re so beautiful I wanna die." He’s emotionally overwhelmed by your presence and insists on protecting you like you are his very own magical princess. He clings to your Selkie stories and weeps every time you sing. Also will unfortunately hide your seal skin because he wants to keep you forever…

Bo Sinclair:

"Alright, sugar…now ya gotta be messin’ with me." He’d act skeptical, but the moment he sees you talk to animals or heal someone with a song, he’s shaken. Your wolf form especially leaves him speechless and confused. He starts calling you his ‘wild thing’ and will 100% pick fights with anyone who looks at you sideways.

Vincent Sinclair

Speechless. Sketches you in every form—wolf, seal, human. Obsessed with your hair, your glowing eyes, the way you hum to the moon. He secretly builds a hidden shrine in your honor. He views you as sacred.

Jason Voorhees

Jason would be entranced. Eventually, he’d leave offerings in his strange, quiet way: feathers, bones, shells. Watching you transform into a spectral wolf or slip into the sea with that otherworldly glow ? He’d stand by the shore like a loyal guardian, just watching. It reminds him of purity, of nature—two things he deeply respects. You’d never have to worry about being hunted. Because he would kill anyone who would want to take you away from where you belong.

Brahms Heelshire

Utterly enchanted. He already thought you were some kind of fairy, and now that it’s confirmed ? He believes it’s fate. "That’s why you’re so kind, so different…you’re not like them." He is referring to other humans. He grows possessive, seeing himself as your chosen mortal. And when you sing like Saoirse, he hides and sobs, claiming it hurts and heals him all at once. The Selkie part scares him the most—he’s terrified you’ll slip back into the ocean and leave him. He hides your sealskin (gently…lovingly…obsessively).

Pennywise

His head cocks at your song. "You…are not from this world." He sees you shimmer in your spirit form and grins with rows of teeth. Pennywise sings too—that’s how he catches his preys. He sings them to sleep and devours them that way. But when you bare your wolf teeth and howl with power that shakes the ground, he pauses. He realizes—you’re like him. He knows. He remembers. He’s met your kind before. He’s not afraid—he’s intrigued. "Little sea-skin soul…aren’t you far from home ?" Fae creatures, old spirits—he knows them. He also knows you do not belong here…

Penny

Absolutely obsessed. He follows you everywhere like an enchanted child, fascinated by your every shift and secret. "Can you fly ? Can you talk to trees ? Do you eat souls like me ?" He doesn’t want to hurt you—he wants to be like you. And he’s constantly asking for songs, dances, or stories from your fairy kin. He immediately calls you ‘sister.’ He’s fascinated. He follows you when you run as a wolf, swims with you when you’re a seal, and hums with you when you’re glowing in the moonlight. You’re wild and weird like him, and he absolutely loves it.

Norman Bates:

Terrified. Enchanted. Confused. He doesn’t know whether to fall in love or run. "Are you…are you an angel ?" He clings to you like a spiritual experience, like you are his divine protector. Your gentleness, grace and otherworldly aura soothe his paranoia. He starts calling you “miracle” in private.

Jack Torrance

"Okay…what the fuck did I just drink." He brushes off your transformations at first as hallucinations, but then he starts seeing forest spirits in the corners of rooms and hearing your voice calling his name even when you’re not around. He starts unraveling again—this time, not from madness, but from awe. "You’re real, aren’t you…?" He then smirks and chuckles. "Well damn…Didn’t see that one coming."

[fel-09]

Sometimes, He lets you...

Sometimes, he lets you feed him.

When you hold out a fork to him, he opens his mouth with a smile and tastes the dish."Not bad for the first time"He said thoughtfully as he held your free hand in his, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

Sometimes, he lets you choose who will join for dinner.

"Choose wisely," he says softly as you scan the list of potential guests. Your fingers hover over a name. "Is this person dear to you?" he asks, leaning closer. You nod, feeling a chill creep down your spinal ,while his hand lies on your lower back, caressing it casually,this looks more like a warning

Sometimes, It allows you to notice things you weren't supposed to know.

You open your eyes to find him already you woke up hugging you and stroking your hair. studying you intently. His gaze is directed at you, and it creates a feeling that this moment could end at any second."Your face is almost perfect in sleep," he murmurs. "Almost."

Sometimes, he lets you look at his notes.

You open his leather-bound journal while he’s busy in the kitchen. At first, everything seems normal—recipes, annotations. Then you find a page with an anatomically accurate drawing of a hand. Your hand It was clear from the fact that your little finger was slightly crooked,You didn't dare to look at other page, closing his note

Sometimes, he lets you touch him.

Placing your hand on his cheek, you ran your thumbs over it, feeling the warmth of his skin. "Soft hands," he says, turning to look at you. "If you don't mind, next time, let them linger longer. I want to memorize every detail" You grimaced nervously, remembering the drawing of your hand in his notebook.

[flow33didontsmoke]

when y/n does something so bad/embarrassing you have to facepalm and close your eyes for a minute

[mx-pastelwriting]

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[ososphobia]

the art of the hunt.

pairing: hannibal lecter x reader

summary: hunting a human with hannibal!! and more..

word count: 1k

content warning: graphic violence, cannibalism, psychological manipulation, stalking, knife play/blood play, sensory overlap.

[12:17AM, PATAPSCO STATE PARK - BALTIMORE]

The forest exhaled around them—damp earth, decaying leaves, the faintest whisper of panic clinging to the air like cologne. Hannibal didn’t need to glance at his watch to know the time; the moon’s position told him everything. His gloved fingers flexed around the handle of his knife, the bone grip worn smooth from years of use.

Beside him, you adjusted your stance, quieter now than you'd been on your hunt. Progress. Hannibal’s lips curled.

"Our Mr. Vogelsong is late," he murmured, tilting his head to catch the distant crunch of leaves under clumsy footsteps. "Rude, but predictable. He always takes the long route home after his Thursday night poker games." A pause. "Losing puts him in a temper. His wife’s restraining order mentions broken wine glasses. Teeth."

The wind shifted, carrying the sour tang of sweat and nicotine. Your breath hitched—not with nerves, but recognition. Hannibal’s smile sharpened.

"You remember the rules?"

A beat. Then: "No hesitation. No wasted movement. Make it…"

"Beautiful," Hannibal finished, handing you the knife with the reverence of a priest offering communion. The blade caught the moonlight, winking. "Shall we teach him manners?"

[1:43AM, PATAPSCO STATE PARK - BALTIMORE]

The corpse sprawled between you both like a broken marionette, its strings cut by your precise strokes. Hannibal observed the tableau—arterial spray fanning across frost-kissed ferns, the gaping maw of the throat wound, the way your chest heaved with something beyond exertion.

"Lovely work," he praised, stepping over a pooling rivulet of blood to cup your jaw. His thumb smeared crimson across your bottom lip. "Your technique has improved. The third rib is always the sweetest leverage point, isn’t it?"

Your pupils swallowed their irises, your knife hand steady now, certain. Hannibal’s pulse gave a traitorous throb.

With practiced ease, he knelt beside the body, parting flesh and ribs with his own blade and hands until the heart lay exposed, glistening in its cradle of bone. He lifted it, tendrils of connective tissue clinging like cobwebs.

"A token," he said, placing the organ in your palm. Your fingers curled instinctively, staining red. "Not as precious as yours, of course, but… sentimental."

When he kissed you, the taste of copper bloomed between your lips. You bit back—hard enough to draw blood—and Hannibal laughed against your mouth.

"Next Thursday," he breathed, "we’ll hunt someone with better taste in wine."

The heart pulsed its last beats against your palm, warm and slippery with blood. Hannibal watched, enthralled, as your fingers instinctively tightened around the organ - your calloused grip leaving imprints in the soft muscle. His own breath came just slightly quicker now, the only outward sign of his arousal.

"Still warm," he murmured, pressing close enough that his coat sleeves soaked up the blood on your arms. "Can you feel him fading?" His lips ghosted over your temple. "The precise moment when a soul becomes just…meat."

The forest held its breath around them. Even the cicadas had gone silent.

Your free hand found his waistcoat, twisting in the fabric, pulling him in until the brass buttons pressed cold through your bloodstained shirt. Hannibal made a pleased sound in his throat - half chuckle, half growl - and captured your mouth again, less a kiss than a claiming.

When he finally pulled back, a thin strand of crimson connected your lips. His tongue darted out to catch it, eyes never leaving yours.

"We should get you cleaned up," he said mildly, as if commenting on the weather rather than the fact they were both drenched in another man's lifeblood. "I'm preparing osso buco tomorrow. The veal will be perfectly paired with…" His gaze flicked meaningfully to the heart in your hand. "A reduction."

His arm slid around your waist as he guided you back toward the tree line, stepping over Vogelsong's vacant chest cavity with the casual grace of a man strolling through his own dining room. The knife in his other hand still dripped onto the fallen leaves.

"Tell me," he purred, nose buried in your hair, inhaling the scent of sweat and iron, "was it good for you?"

The night swallowed your retreating figures, leaving only crimson footprints and the hollow-eyed corpse to mark your passing. Somewhere in the distance, an owl cried - but by then, you guys were already laughing.

[2:30AM, HANNIBAL'S TOWNHOUSE - BALTIMORE]

The steam from the shower still curled around the bathroom door when Hannibal guided you onto the tufted stool in front of his vanity. The marble countertop gleamed under soft candlelight, scattered with bone-handled brushes and imported French oils. His hands, always steady, always precise, worked the plush towel through your damp hair with the same care he might give to patting dry a 1947 Château Cheval Blanc.

"You missed a spot," he murmured, thumb swiping behind your ear where a single streak of pink-tinged water still clung. His silk robe gaped slightly with the motion, revealing the fresh scratches down his chest - four parallel lines, still raised and angry. Evidence.

The scent of bergamot and blood orange mixed unsettlingly with the faint copper still lingering in the steam. Hannibal inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring, as he reached for the comb.

"Your technique tonight was… inspired," he said, dragging the teeth through tangled strands. A sharp tug when he hit a knot. "Though I noticed you hesitated when he begged. Three seconds precisely." Another tug, softer this time. "We'll have to rectify that."

Outside, Baltimore slept. Inside, the refrigerator hummed cheerfully.

Hannibal set down the comb, his palms sliding to cup your jaw, tilting your face up to catch your reflection in the mirror. The candlelight pooled in your pupils, in the healing bite mark on your lower lip. His thumbs pressed into the hinges of your jaw - not enough to hurt, just enough to feel the flutter of their pulse.

"Beautiful," he breathed, watching your throat work as you swallowed. His smile showed teeth. "Shall we see how long we can keep you looking like this?"

The robe's belt came undone with a single practiced tug. The towel joined it on the marble floor. Somewhere downstairs, a clock chimed three times.

They'd missed the news.

[tac-the-unseen]

Slapping Slasher's Ass and Running away!

Micheal Myers:

•He likes to believe he has complete control over his surroundings 

•He likes to imagine himself as a Jaguar; opportunistic, stealthy, adaptable, and an Apex predator

•And then there's you, here to snap them back to reality 

•If he's a Jaguar, you're an annoying bird that follows him 

•All this made clear when He's just standing in the kitchen and feels a hard smack on his Ass

•He whips his head around to see you, running at full speed and giggling 

•For a moment he's completely stunned 

•But only for a moment 

•He’s quick on your heels 

•In less than 10 seconds he's holding you in the air by your shirt, like holding a cat by its scruff

•You can immediately tell through the mask how pissed he is

•But for a few seconds he just leaves you suspended in the air, and soon enough he makes his decision. 

•He walks to your shared bedroom and drops you onto the bed

•You think you're in for some sexy-funtime

•That quickly washes away when Michael turns around and walk out the door 

•When you get up to follow you find that he's locks you in by putting a chair under the handle 

•This man is so sick of your shit, but loves you too much to actually harm you

•He just put you in time out while he waits for the stinging on his ass to go away

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

•When the school day ends you're walking towards the front door, you spot both of your boyfriends walking towards the door too

•With the coast clear of teachers and most other students you knew what you had to do

•You rub your hands together diabolically and begins to run towards them

•when you're finally in the perfect position, you wind your hands back and as hard as you can, you slap their ass

•They both tense up and freeze

•When they see you running past them and laughing, they are quick to give chase

•They Chase you down the field and into the parking lot

•Stu was the one to tackle you onto the grass, making sure to protect your head when you fall

•Stu pins you down while Billy catches up 

•When (a winded) Billy reaches you two he drops to his knees and starts tickling you

•Neither boy takes to seriously and think it's a playful invention to rough house and playfully fight

Thomas Hewitt:

•While he was meticulously cutting up some cow legs, you spotted a golden opportunity 

•Thom’s fat ass in perfect position 

•After circling him, carrying the same box of tools, you decide to go for the kill

•”Tommy!” You shout while running past him

•Your hand makes firm contact with the side of his rear 

•You leave a blazing trail up the stairs while Thom processes what happened

•Thom watches you run away while his ass stings 

•At most he's confused 

•He just goes back to work 

Bubba Sawyer:

•You were playing with him outside

•Running around, picking flowers, picking up pebbles, roughhousing

•While play fighting you slap is ass and run away hoping he would chase you

•instead he stands for confused 

•after an awkward couple seconds, you realize he's not going to chase you, So you walk back to him 

•You ask if He's okay and realize his eyes is watering 

•After a frantic apology and check over You managed to figure out that he's not hurt 

•Bubba Just associates spanking with being bad/bad behavior 

•He was upset because he thought you were punishing him for being too rough 

•You made it up to him by making him a flower crown 

Bo Sinclair:

•This could go one of two ways

•He could be really into it OR he could freak out

•It depends on what mood you catch him in

•One day he'll think it's sexy and want you to do it again 

•The next he'll have a PTSD attack remembering his childhood 

•It's honestly best if you keep your hands to yourself

Vincent Sinclair:

•He honestly thought you did it by accident 

•He didn't understand that you were trying to play 

•He didn't react at all 

•You have to tell him what you're trying to do 

•He gets very embarrassed about not understanding that he kind of shut down for the day 

•He remains hunched over on his desk for the rest of the day 

Lester Sinclair:

•It honestly doesn't matter what you do to Lester, He's just happy you're giving him attention 

•The man is the definition of a puppy 

•He's just happy to be here 

•So if you want to play a game of Chase, He’lll Chase

•As soon as you slap and run away he's hot on your heels 

•He chases you through a field and down the roads 

•When he catches you he's out of breath and takes a second to dry heave 

•Then he'll hug and kiss you while walking back to the Truck 

Billy Lenz:

•Billy is one of the characters you Can not hit

•You think he'd be into to quick slap, but he has the opposite reaction 

•He thinks you're planning on hurting him And will either attack you or hide 

•If he chooses to attack, You're likely going to have to hold him down until he calms 

•If he hides, leave him alone

•trying to find him would be like walking into a coyote's den

•eventually he'll come back out because you're the only person that still talks to him 

•He figures it's better to be physically abused than be lonely 

•Good luck explaining that it was just a joke 

Brahms Heelshire:

•He was acting up after you told him the grocery boy was coming today

•He was whining about how you don't need to interact with him and how the help shouldn't be seen or heard

•You remind them that you're technically ‘the help’ and he pouts on the couch 

•When the doorbell rings he immediately jumps up to try to stop you 

•You have a light bulb moment

•You get closer, reach around, and slap his ass

•You almost immediately push past him to run to the door 

•Brahms is quick to follow, but not quick enough

•You swing open the door before Brahms can reach you

•He hides just in time, and proceeds to stew behind the door.

Hannibal Lecter:

•While he was cooking up some breakfast you come up behind him and hug him

•He greets you and continues to cook 

•You two have a lazy conversation while you lean your head against his shoulders 

•Deciding he's not pay enough attention to you come up with a plan

•You steal one of his knives, slap his ass, and bolt out of the kitchen 

•He gives you about a 5-second Head start before he begins his hunt 

•In that time He turns off the stove and allows himself time to find you

•He slowly starts his prowl 

•Checking doors, behind furniture, around the stairs, and behind curtains 

•When he finds you, he pounces and pulls you into a pinning hug

•He forces the knife from your hand and kisses your forehead

•”Let me finish breakfast, then I'll spend time with you.”

Will Graham:

•While on the world's most boring fishing trip (Will Even admitted this trip sucked) You watch as no lines get tugged

•board out of your mind you decide to at least mess around 

•While Will was leaning over to check his lines you slap his ass as hard as to can, which throws him into the calm river

•You howl with laughter as Will get thrown overboard 

•When he resurfaces we comes back up with a scowls on his lips, but a playful look in his eyes

•��You suck” he chuckles while you help him back in

•As soon as he's on board, he throws you into the water and laughs

The Lost Boys:

•All the boys are up for a good chase, But they all have different reactions 

•David

-Slapping David's ass takes balls

-As soon as you try to run he has you by the arm 

-He smirks and pulls you towards him

-”Oh-ho-ho, where do you think you're going?”

-If you play your cards right he'll let you go to properly chase you 

-All’s well and good before he flies at you like a hawk

•Dwayne

-He'll let you run away But as soon as you're out of sight the game is on 

-It doesn't matter where you're at 

-The boardwalk, the cave, the forest, the beach 

-He sprints and tackles you to the floor 

-”Did you honestly believe you could outrun a vampire?” He muses

-could turn playful, could turn romantic 

•Paul

-as soon as your hand collides with his ass, he shrieks 

-He playful pretends he's wounded 

-He writhes on the ground, cries fake tears, hand over forehead

-”Why should you do this to me!” 

-”I thought you loved me!” 

-Walks around all day telling his brothers that you abuse him 

-gives you love bites while telling his tale of woe 

•Marko

-when you slap his ass he lets out a moan that causes both of you to freeze 

-after a few seconds Marko whips around 

-”Tell no one.” He says in a completely serious voice 

-You know for a fact the others would make fun of him for the rest of his unnatural life 

-Every time you're behind him, he turns around to face you So it never happens again

Thanks for reading <3

Sorry this took so long! I've had a busy week!

[littlemsshoney]

Imagine yandere Hannibal sabotaging your week just to have you clueless crying at his doorstep by Friday night, begging for his comfort.

As he held you close to him he just can’t believe how beautifully you cried. He wanted to hurt you so much just to see those pearly tears roll down your cheeks and then wipe them away with soft kisses.

Cradling you he kisses your forehead sweetly and sits abit back to take a good look. Holding you by your shoulders he makes you look at him red, puffy eyes full of pain and that pretty pout; so tasty.

Pleased he tells you he’ll be back and moves you from his lap next to his armchair and he goes to the kitchen.

Coming back he brings a hot cup of tea and passes it to you but before you could even ask he tells you to drink it all.

With hungry eyes he watches you making sure you drink all your tea. Not losing eye contact you gulp it down your throat, hungry to please him. His thump wipes away a drop from your chin and then he holds your hands and caresses your knuckles, a bit harshly. He watches as you start relaxing in his armchair, shoulders loose holding less pressure from before your body starts to go limp.

I should go home, you say and put all your energy to stand up but somehow you can’t move an inch. No sweetheart you should stay, he insists and you cannot get yourself to speak let alone protest. The feeling of urgency takes over you and you want to run but your eyelids become too heavy to hold and you can't feel any part of your body.

In less than a minute you were in a deep slumber and he had to carry you upstairs to your new bedroom. You don’t have to worry about a thing now that you are with him nothing bad would ever happen to you, he promise.

[multific]

Two Sides of The Same Coin

Hannibal Lecter x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Cannibalism, Smut, Murder +18!!!

Summary: You two were so different, yet still the same. 

"Mrs Lecter?" 

You turned and smiled at the woman. "Yes?" you asked with a soft tone when in reality you were fuming.

How dare she just come up to you out of the blue?!

How dare she interrupt your perfect evening?!

"Hi, My name is Lucy, and I'm a huge fan of your books." of course she was, your books are brilliant. "I truly believe you are a pioneer in the genre of horror-romance."

"Thank you very much." Of course you were, no one was as good as you.

"I was wondering if you could sign my book please?"

"No problem at all." you smiled so sweetly. Why would she even have the book with her?! You are in a restaurant! You quickly signed her book and she thanked you, with your smile still present you turned back and lifted your glass to your lips.

"No need to be angry, Darling." your husband chuckled as you looked into his eyes.

Reading the other as if you were open books was something that came to both of you naturally. 

"I'm here to celebrate our anniversary. Not at a meet and greet."

"Of course, but you have to indulge them a little. Make them think they are important so they keep coming back. You mastered that one, My Love."

"I believe it was you rubbing off on me. After all, it is 30 years we have known one another."

"And I knew you were trouble from the second I saw you. Cunning, manipulative, narcissistic, egoistic, psychotic. And yet you are stunning and mine." Hannibal lifted his glass as you clicked yours against his.

"Only yours." you smiled at him, this one, was not fake but a genuine one for your husband.

On your way home from the restaurant, it began to rain, you let out a long sigh as Hannibal was driving.

"Rain always makes me nostalgic," you said as he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it. He stopped at a red light and you looked at him. "When you killed my stepfather... for me. It was also raining."

"He had it coming, he abused you and murdered your mother. I gave him a merciful end. One he didn't deserve."

"He deserved to suffer like I did, but it was not what I meant, Hannibal."

"Please, elaborate then."

"You killed him because he was about to kill me, you became my saviour, but it is not only that. I remember you tore him apart, you kept on cutting and breaking his bones. I should have been disgusted, yet all I could think about was the way your muscles tensed and the grunts you let out."

"So, I turned you on." he spoke as he turned a corner. "I figured, from the way you acted after."

"I never got naked so fast in my life. We made love in that pool of blood in front of the fireplace. I remember we were young and unsure. It was so hot, I could taste blood on your lips." you could recall the way he moved his hips, so amazing, he reached such depths inside you that you weren't even sure existed. 

But he could also recall the way you completely submit to him. You only ever done that to him, no one else gets to have control over you, but him.

"Why are you bringing this up now? It has been a very long time ago."

"Because I want you to do the same tonight. As my gift for our wedding anniversary, I wish to watch you hunt, break and cut and then, I want you to fuck me in the blood."

"We are very similar, My Love." he stopped the car, your eyes never leaving him. "I was thinking almost the same." he smiled as the window behind you rolled down.

"Hi there, I like a three-way, 500 for an hour." the woman behind you talked and you finally turned to look at her.

Prostitutes disgusted you, the way they looked at your husband made your blood boil, but you smiled at her. 

"How about a thousand and I get to watch?" Hannibal replied and you smirked.

The woman agreed and got into the backseat, having no idea what she was in for.

"Happy anniversary."

"I love you." you said as he began to drive again.

---

The next morning you wake up in your bed, under the warm sheets with the smell of food filling the air.

You slowly woke up as the blanket fell down your naked body.

You rolled out of bed, and got dressed in one of Hannibal's shirts before heading to the kitchen.

"Good morning." you said as he had his back turned towards you. You rounded the kitchen island and hugged him.

"Morning. I made your favourite for breakfast. Bacon with eggs."

You looked at the meat sizzling in the pan before looking up at Hannibal as he leaned down to kiss you.

"She truly was a pig." 

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Hannibal × Hunger Games AU

Victor!Hannigram × reader

Hannibal who's a victor from distric one, known for his cruel and clinical kills in the games.

Will who's a winner from four who never really recovered from what he did to win.

Reader and Abigail who are their trainees for this year hunger games.

Reader is a trained throught and throught career tribute, expert in different weapons and physical trainning.

But lacks the actual instintic to kill.

Abigail who knows how to handled knives and gut out prey like no one else.

But is easy prey for the tributes from upper districs with better training.

They make an alliance, they force Hannibal and Will into an alliance.

But there came only be one victor in the end.

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[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Hey,

Do you still take Hannibal requests? If you do, could you please write a story, where Hannibal get‘s very jealous after a night out in the opera. The reader had finally met Franklyn, who is very interested in her ( because she‘s friends with Hannibal and part of the cheese folk).Hannibal is visibly angry when they are back in their opera seats… Could you also please end it with smut ( if you are comfortable with that).Thanks for considering!<3

A/n: Hey Hon thanks for the request i hope you like it!

Hannibal Lector x Reader: Jealousy, Jealousy

Warnings:smut, biting, kissing, penetration (p in v), fingering, possessive behaviour, public sex, unwanted flirting (from Franklin), fluff, happy ending, no use of y/n, female reader

Word count:2,9K

Hannibal is pissed. No scratch that. He’s seething. But you can’t see it. No one can. He’s just that good at hiding it. Even so, everyone has a breaking point. 

This was Hannibals.

Franklin had met you at the last opera you and Hannibal had gone to and from that moment it seemed he had grown some sort of infatuation with you. Hannibal always loathed his sessions with Franklin, his ever growing desire to be Hannibal’s friends making the doctor rather uncomfortable, but he never imagined it could get worse. Boy was he mistaken. It seemed like Franklin couldn’t utter a single sentence without mentioning your name. Hannibal watched him dance around the subject for days until he finally got to the point.

“You think you could give me her number?”

“I'm sorry?”

“Her number. I wanted to ask if she’d be free for some wine tasting but I don't know how to reach her. And then I thought you must have her number since you two seem close.”

“I don’t think she’d be interested.”

“Oh well maybe you could give me it anyway and i could ask-”

“I will not be giving you her number and that is final.”

An eerie silence took over the room. Hannibal watched Franklin open and close his mouth silently before settling back into his chair. It seemed clear to Hannibal that his patient had finally gotten the message.

 Once again he was wrong.

You were nursing a glass of wine that Hannibal had picked out for you as your eyes studied the opera house. Hannibal was next to you, his body mare inches from yours but not close enough to allow contact. You watched people come up to Hannibal in greeting before quickly going away.

“As always you’re quite the topic.”

“I don’t know what you mean dear.”

“Don’t be modest Hannibal. It's clear these people admire you. They may even wish to be you.”

You caught sight of a girl making flirtatious eyes to Hannibal and couldn’t help but smirk.

“Or maybe be with you. Either way they consider you appealing.”

Hannibal watched you as you spoke, his eyes never leaving your frame. It was intriguing how observant you could be and how unseeing you were at the same time. It didn’t matter how many women tried to impress him, his eyes always found themselves glued to you. You always had his full attention.

Always.

It was beginning to become a problem.

Hannibal had been so focused on looking at you that he hadn’t noticed someone new had approached. It was only when Hannibal heard the familiar voice that he realized you two had company. The doctor watched Franklin greet you with a kiss on your hand. The sight itself made Hannibal clench his hands into fists. He tried to remind himself he was in the middle of a very crowded place. A place filled with people who knew him. Seeing him throw a punch at a patient would ruin his career. Still he’d never felt an urge to knock someone out so much in his life.

You were always a kind person. Very well mannered and aware of your words. So it shouldn’t surprise Hannibal when you kept conversing with Franklin, occasionally even laughing at his terrible jokes. Hannibal zeroed in his attention on your lips. He observed the way they wrapped around the rim of the glass as you took a sip of your drink. The drink he’d picked for you because he knew you pallet better than anyone.

It had occurred to Hannibal a few months back that he was growing interested in you in a not so friendly way. But it was only when Franklin asked for your number that he realized how deeply he was falling for you. He wanted you for himself. And he would make that happen.

You were starting to get annoyed. Franklin was a nice guy but it was clear he didn’t know how to take no for an answer. You could see the way he was subtly, at least in his eyes, trying to flirt with you. It’s safe to say you weren’t interested. Not that he seemed to be getting that message. A noise rang out into the room telling you all the intermission was coming to an end.

“Well look at that, time just flies when you’re having fun huh?”

You gave Franklin a weak smile .

“We should be going, Franklin. Our seats are at the top so we have to climb a lot of stairs.”

“Oh okay.”

“Maybe we'll see you at the next opera?”

God you hopped not.

“Actually I was wondering if I could get your number.”

You froze, a concerned smile plastered to your face. Gosh he really didn’t let up did he? In a moment of pure panic at the thought of having to deal with Franklin calling at all hours of the night you grabbed onto Hannibal's arm. The doctor's focus moved to where your delicate hands were wrapped around his forearm. You looked up at him with pleading eyes before turning back to Franklin.

“Actually I’m already spoken for.”

“Oh wow I didn’t….realize.”

“Yes well we are very much together so…. Yeah.”

And uncomfortable silence covered the three of you. You tried to think of something to say. Anything to get you away from here. Before you had time to come up with something Hannibal spoke.

“Come on dear. If we don’t hurry we might miss something.”

You let out a relieved breath as Hannibal moved his hand to wrap around your waist, guiding you away from Franklin. You kept your eyes forward as the two of you walked. It was only when you were out of Franklin's view that you started laughing. You braced yourself on your thighs as you laughed.

“Oh gosh. That was just dreadful. He was so-“

“Annoying.”

“Incredibly annoying! Honestly Hannibal I don't know how you can deal with being in a room with him for an hour.”

“Didn’t seem like you were having such a hard time.”

You lifted your head to look at the doctor with a curious expression. He was looking down at you with a look you rarely ever saw, at least not directed towards you. Hannibal Lecter was annoyed. And at you no less. You crossed your arms over your chest.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You seemed to be enjoying talking to him. Laughing at his jokes. Making small talk.”

“It's called manners, Hannibal. As far as I know you value them quite a lot.”

Hannibal stalked over to you causing you to take a step back. Your back hit the wall, making you gasp. Hannibal hovered over you, his eyes boring into your soul.

“Hannibal what are you-“

“Did you enjoy his attention? Did you like the way he was looking at you? He was staring so hard I was surprised his eyes didn’t pop out of their sockets.”

“What the hell’s gotten into you?”

“Into me? Weren’t you the one who was just clinging onto my body like I was your savior?”

You’d never seen Hannibal like this. For the first time since you knew him he looked like an animal. His usually neat hair was slightly flopping over his face and the expert calm facade he always had seemed to have slipped. He looked like a predator and you were his prey. You lifted your hand so that you could touch his arm. He looked at your hand on his frame. It was as if your touch was burning him. He needed to feel you but he was afraid of what that would mean. You whispered his name causing him to face you. You looked up at him with wide eyes, your lips slightly parted as you breathed.

He hadn’t even realized he was boxing you into the wall with his body until he felt the heat that radiated from you. He couldn’t think straight with you so near him but he couldn’t bear to be far from you either. It was then that he realized just how much he craved you. He felt like a lion who’d been starved for days and had finally been given a piece of steak. 

He was going to devour you.

Without a second thought Hannibal shoved his lips against yours. Your body reacted immediately, hand moving to wrap around his neck as he deepened the kiss. Hannibal moved his hand to your leg, hitching it up. You gasped into his mouth as his fingers skimmed over your skin. He enjoyed the sounds you made as he pushed your underwear to the side. His fingers moved over your pussy and he couldn’t help but groan as he felt how wet you were. Your nails dug into his blazer as he inserted one of his digits into you. Your back rubbed against the wall as he continued to bully his fingers into your cunt. A moan slipped through your lips before you managed to cover your mouth, the realization that anyone could just walk by and see you finally becoming clear.

“Hannibal we-“

“Shhh I’m trying to enjoy the opera.”

You could hear the opera singer belting out a note from afar. The sound was dulled by the heavy doors but you could still make it out. Hannibal hummed the song as he continued to finger you. You were trying to keep as quiet as possible but he wasn’t making it easy on you. He knew exactly what to do to have you screaming out for him.

“Hannibal please, I'm so close.”

“Oh yeah? Think you deserve it?”

“Yes please. Please make me cum.”

“Even after flirting with Franklin in front of me?”

This little shit.

“Hannibal please…. I’m sorry.”

“Who do you belong to hum?”

“You.”

“Speak up dear, I can't hear you.”

“You Hannibal! I belong to you!”

“That's right. Go on then. Cum on my fingers.”

You hid your face in the crook of Hannibal's neck as a silent moan ripped through your body. He felt your teeth graze his collar bone through his shirt as your mouth opened in pleasure making him smirk. Your juices continued to coat his fingers as he attempted to help you through your high. Your body shook against him, your limbs spasming as you tried to regain control of your brain. You knew Hannibal's knowledge of the human body made him good at many things but you never stopped to contemplate the effect his expertise would have on a more sexual context.  

Once you’d come back down to earth you pushed your body off of Hannibals allowing you to look into his eyes. You continued to breathe heavily as you looked at him trying to figure out what would happen next. You hadn't expected him to lean down and kiss your lips but you welcomed the action. You warped your arms around his neck tugging him even closer to you. Hannibal's hands made their way to your hips squeezing lightly at your flesh. You bite into his bottom lip as his mouth moved away from yours. You couldn’t help the giggle that made its way out of your lips.

Hannibal grinned down at you, his thumb caressing your hip bone as he continued to observe you. Your hair was covering your face and your lips were swollen from kissing him. Hannibal didn’t look much better, his pupils were dilated and his heart was hammering in chest. You noticed the wild look in his eyes and in a sudden burst of confidence you decided to move your leg up against Hannibal's body. His eyes darted to your leg before moving back to your face. You bite into your lip, your fingers moving to tug at the small hairs on the back of Hannibal's head. You watched his brows furrow a bit at the action. “You gonna fuck me Doctor lector?”

“What makes you say that?”

“The look on your face.”

“And what look would that be?”

“The look of a man who is about to turn into an animal.”

Hannibal's expression faltered slightly at your comment. He wondered from a moment if you’d understand him if he told you what he was capable of. He wondered if your eyes would widen in fear or if they would simply spike up in curiosity. You placed your palm on his cheek causing him to focus on you once more.

“You okay?”

“No.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m starved.”

Hannibal gave you a wolfish grin as his hand made its way to your ass. You gasped as he pushed your body up, legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. You steady yourself on his shoulders waiting to see what he would do. Hannibal tugged your dress up your legs allowing him to view your underwear. He moved his hand to his pants tugging at the zipper. You watched him in anticipation, eyes widening as he pulled his dick from its confines. You whined as he pushed your underwear to the side, positioning himself near your entrance. A gasp left your lips as he pushed into you. Your nails dug into his blazer. Hannibal braced one hand on the wall as he began to pistol into you.

Your moans filled his ears as he continued to brutally fuck into you. The sound of you combined with the sounds of the opera far away were like music to his ears. He wondered why he’d never thought of doing this before. You’d been to his home many times it wouldn’t have been hard to get you into his bed but he supposed this was nice too. He felt a rush move through his body at the thought of someone walking in on the two of you. He wished it would be Franklin, the need to show his patient that you belonged to him becoming overwhelming. His head moved to your neck, tongue moving against the soft skin before he sunk his teeth into you. Your walls clenched around him at the action causing him to let out a grunt.

“Hannibal-ah ugh ah shit- don’t stop.”

He was never going to stop. He’d feast on your body for as long as he could, in every way he knew how. He would never be satiated with the feeling of you. There was no going back now Hannibal would have to make you entirely his. 

He continues to nibble at your skin, desperately trying to mark you as much as he can. He wants to scare off any other suitors but he also enjoys the thought of you walking around covered in marks he’s given you. Mine, he thinks, this one is all mine. You're clenching around his dick like a vice which tells him you’re getting closer to your release. He wants you to beg for it, wants you to ask him to cum. It seems you can read his mind because without him even opening his mouth you’re already whining for him, telling him how good he feels and how much you want to cum on his dick. So he lets you but not before filling you to the brim with his seed. He wants you so full off him that his cum starts to seep out. He wants you to smell like him so everyone else knows who you belong to. 

You’re having a hard time getting your heart to calm down. Hannibals still holding onto your body, trying his best to keep you upright as his own legs threaten to buckle. Neither one of you speaks, opting to just share the space in silence for a moment. You hear muffled applause, the sound telling you that the opera has ended. You pull your dress down covering your body once again. Once you think you're decent your hands move to Hannibal now soft dick, stuffing it back in his pants for him. He doesn't move away from you as you straighten his tie or when you fix his hair for him. He lets you build his facade back up without any complaint. As you finish making sure he too is decent you place your hands on his chest.

“Can’t ruin your reputation, can we now Doctor Lecter?”

He smiles at you, his own hands moving to fix your messy hair. Then he moves to place a gentle kiss on your lips. It's a tender action which causes your heart to skip a beat. As the two of you share a loving kiss the doors of the opera open. People pile into the hall you and Hannibal are in, not one of them aware of what was happening a couple of minutes prior. You allow Hannibal to guide you into the crowd, his hand comfortably warping around your waist. You let your body curl into him.

“Let’s go home my dear. I’m dying for another meal.”

Something about the way he talks makes you think he isn’t talking about food.

[logansdoe]

pity.

Will feels pity. He really does. Seeing you squirm under his hold. Being the target of his stress relief was not something you thought you would be at first but here you both are.

His eyes staring down at you, almost mocking. His forearm under your head as his thumb slightly brushed your cheek. The soft skin under his roughened palm. Looking so pretty, cheeks damp with tears. Sometimes brushing them away with his touch.

His other hand in-between your legs. One leg on top of yours to refrain you from closing them. The sounds echoed the quietness of his cabin. Sometimes a bark or two but his mind was not at that.

It was at the soft mewls leaving your lips. His fingers slowly teasing that soft spongy spot. Over and over. Coaxing everything you had to offer. "C'mon baby, one more."

"can't Will— s'too much—", you softly sobbed. Your legs threatening to close. Shaking when you straighten them. You couldn't even coax another plea before feeling the burn of another orgasm. Your eyes closing, another cry leaving your lips.

"there we go. .", Will cooed. Pulling his hands out before paying attention to your clit. Rubbing lazy circles. "Such a pretty girl for me", he placed a soft kiss on your damp cheek. His lips widening into a smile against your skin.

Your hips squirming while his fingers still worked on your clit. "so eager, want more?", he teased. Your whining making him laugh. He finally relented, having you spent as he brought his fingers to his lips. Licking them clean with a deep hum. "Taste so sweet, always so sweet for me", he whispered as he leaned down pressing his lips with her.

His tongue pushing against yours, making you taste yourself on his tongue. Pulling back as he traced your lips with his tongue before smiling. "So good for me", he praised before pulling you close. Letting you curl up against his chest as he pulled the sheets over the both of you.

Every thought that weigh his mind disappeared. The only thing that occupied it now was you. Everything about you was his hearts demise.

a/n: I LOVE WILL. HE IS MY BABY.

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Jealousy (Hannibal)

Description: Hannibal gets jealous seeing Will and Y/N get to close at a work party

Word Count:660

Request: can you please write a Hannibal one-shot, where he is in love with one of his psychiatrist colleagues (one of his friends) ,who also consulting in cases? After he sees her interact with Will, he realizes he needs to take action?( with smut?)

Author’s Note: I made this shorter and didn’t add the smut but I hope you like it!

Will was a lonely man and that wasn’t hard to see. Y/N was a lonely woman and that was hard to see. She had so many friends and seemed so happy with life. She had a great job and good pay to get by in life. She had a power that she hadn’t realized that she had but Hannibal now saw it as she and Will were nearly face to face, possibly seconds away from a kiss.

She had both Will and Hannibal under her spell and Hannibal was willing to fight for her. Will was the one making her laugh and the one that she was touching, not him, and he couldn’t stand for that. He debated on walking over to her and making some shitty excuse to pull her away from him or he could just wait it out and tell her how he feels when he manages to get her alone. Maybe Will wasn’t going to kiss her…who was he kidding? Will would be a complete idiot not to make a move on her.

Hannibal set down his glass and walked over to them before Will could do anything. “Hey Hannibal.” Y/N greeted her friend. “I need to talk to you.” His voice was low near her ear and she looked up at him with concern. Hannibal had never used that kind of tone with her.

She barely had time to say goodbye to Will as Hannibal began pulling her away. “Hannibal, what is going on?” She asked as he pulled her far away from the crowd. “Are you and Will dating?” He asked, avoiding her question. She looked at him for a second before laughing.

He just watched as she laughed her ass off, he was offended that she found humor in his question. “Will? I just met him,Hannibal. Though he is a handsome guy.” She said and looked at her friend. “Why do you care anyway?” She asked him. He thought about what to say or do that would give her the idea that he was interested but not jealous. But she was very smart and good at reading people so nothing he did would fool her. “Hannibal?” She stared at him as he looked lost in thought. “Are you okay?” She asked and he looked down at her.

She was so beautiful and smart, her eyes were so bright and full of light and her smile, the smile that he wanted to see everyday that he woke up. Before he knew it, he was leaning down to kiss her. She stared at his lips moving towards her before kissing back. He closed his eyes as he felt calm again now that it seemed that she shared his feelings. Her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to her. He pushed her back against the wall as his hands roamed her body.

He didn’t care that they were in public right now, this was all he ever wanted. She pulled away from the kiss to breathe and he wasted no time kissing her neck. She sighed and closed her eyes enjoying the feeling of his lips before she realized where they were. “Hannibal.” She whispered as she looked around, his lips near her chest.

“Hannibal.” She pushed him away. “We are in a public setting with our co-workers.” She said out of breath. She was right and he couldn’t believe that he let the lust for her take over his body and mind like that. “You’re right, I’m sorry that I acted this way.” She chuckled and pulled him closer, shrugging with a smile on her face.

“You were jealous.” He wanted to deny her words but knew that he couldn’t hide things from her. He smiled at her and leaned down, “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” He said before grabbing her hand re entering the party before people got suspicious. Suck it, Will, he thought as they entered the party holding hands.

[fel-09]

It's hard to wake up in the same bed with him.

he always wakes up first, watching you with that piercing gaze.

The sunlight danced across the room, warming your skin, yet it wasn’t the sun that woke you—it was his gaze. Hannibal lay beside you, propped on one elbow, his eyes scanning every curve of your face with unsettling intensity. “Good morning,” he murmured, his voice deep and velvety. You stretched lazily, trying to hide the heat rising in your cheeks. “Do you always stare at me like this?” you whispered. He leaned closer, brushing a lock of hair from your face. “Only when I want to remember every detail.”

he distracts you with tender touches before you can even leave the bed.

Your eyes fluttered open, the warmth of the duvet barely comforting compared to the hand tracing soft lines along your arm. Hannibal’s fingers danced across your skin, feather-light yet deliberate. “You’ll make us late,” you mumbled, trying to pull away, but his hand moved to your waist, pulling you back into him. His lips grazed the shell of your ear as he whispered, “Some things are worth delaying, don’t you think?” The protest died on your lips as his touch silenced any thought of leaving.

his voice in the morning is more intoxicating than coffee.

The rich aroma of coffee barely registered as his voice broke through the haze of sleep. “Come back to bed,” he said, his tone smooth yet commanding. You hesitated at the edge of the room, cup in hand. “We have a busy day,” you reminded him. But when his arms wrapped around your waist and his lips ghosted over your neck, the coffee suddenly seemed less important. “You smell better than anything in that cup,” he murmured, and your knees weakened.

his insistence on ‘proper attire’ turns into something far more intimate.

You reached for your robe, only for Hannibal to intercept, holding up a silk dressing gown you hadn’t seen before. “You’ll look exquisite in this,” he said, his eyes gleaming with approval. “You can’t dress me every morning,” you teased, but the moment his fingers brushed your shoulders, sliding the silk along your skin, you faltered. His touch lingered, his hands smoothing the fabric down your back. “Perhaps I enjoy the ritual,” he said, his voice low.

[venusbyline]

sorry Hannigram shippers but i don't wanna be Hannibal's children

I DON'T WANNA HAVE HANNIBAL AS MY FATHER, I NEED HIM AS MY DADDY!!!!

anyway, happy birthday Mads Mikkelsen. the girls and the gays lysm <3

[mx-pastelwriting]

hi how are you hope you are well

I wondered how the slashers would react if you hugged them from behind (^-^)/

Oooooo I like this one its so cute to imagine!

I would definitely want to make a full post later down the line with this prompt! As I'm not taking request for full posts at the moment. But heres a bit of what I think!

Slashers x GN! Reader

Summary: Prompt up top^ Small Headcanon!

I'm not open for requests, but little asks on thoughts on something is okay~

Thomas Hewitt: If it were the first time, he would jump a bit, but when realizing it was you, he would melt in your arms. He is such a gentle giant when it comes to love. Learning from it, he would do the same when he caught you with a turned-back.

Michael Myers (78 Michael): Would not understand what you were doing or trying to do. When asking what he was doing by the tone of your voice, he would understand it was another show of affection. Still working on getting used to the feeling of love and how it works, he slowly looks forward to you coming up behind to hug his waist. Little by little, considering trying it himself.

Jason Voorhees: Ticklish, for sure. Hearing him laugh a little as he squirms at your arms wrapped around his waist. Leaving you to tease him a little about it. When doing it again, you learn to do it quickly, making it less ticklish. Jason would only attempt it when having come home and cleaned up, not wanting to get mud and sweat onto you.

Brahms Heelshire: Would love it. Really love it if you get what I'm saying. Putting aside his touch-starved state, he would beg for you to do it again after that. Rarely does it to you, wanting to be the one receiving the hug. Tall man is needy.

Bo Sinclair: Spooked by it. Makes him blush hard, worse when you kiss his neck or back, making his face burn a hot red. Though rarely lets you see him in that state, Bo loves it from the first time you do it. Does it to you as well, attacking your neck and shoulder while chuckling.

Vincent Sinclair: If it wasn't for Lester's romance movies or Bo's special movies, he would have no idea what you were doing. Understanding mostly from Lester's movies to be a loving act, he smiles under his mask, though continues to do what he working on. Moving less to not spook you into letting go.

Lester Sinclair: Getting all blushy and mushy about it. Stopping what he was doing just to melt in your arms. Asking if you could just stay like that for a little longer. It would become a daily thing for the both of you taking any chance to embrace each other.

Hannibal Lector: Wouldn't physically react, greeting you as it happens and smiling, loving every one of your affectionate acts. Continuing to work on whatever he was doing, allowing you to hang onto him, whether in silence or talking about each other's day.

Will Graham: Would chuckle at you hugging him from behind, feeling as his muscles relaxed against your touch. Preferred to let the air stay quiet, with your arms warped around his waist, feeling the fabric of his flannel shirt smelling of aftershave and dog.

I didn't proofread this one too much, but I did put it through a grammar checker, so if there are any mistakes, blame Grammarly.

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