Jealous Kiss

Could I ask for Hannibal lecter with a former patient reader with extreme anxiety and fear of going outside and people? Maybe a house call for this little recluse?

(Would appreciate if they were also FTM but not a requirement)

Thanks!

-B

A/N; Hi B, thanks for the request even though it had been weeks since you sent it to me... oops. I hope you'll like it. Enjoy!

Warnings; Anxiety and panic attack, reader has phobia of going outside.

You were triggered again, you had a specific nightmare last night. In the nightmare you were being chased by your stalker (you had a stalker last year so developed a certain anxiety about going out. Thankfully he is behind bars now.) in the nightmare he was holding a gun and chasing you in the public but no one helped you. Except him.  Doctor Hannibal Lecter. Due to your circumstance you sought professional help. You did a profound research about him and his techniques and you found nothing but good review. You decided to give it a shot and you didn’t regret it at all. You explained your situation to him in detail via email, he replied saying that he was glad to work with such an open minded and communicative young woman.

He urged you to go to his office for the first session but you were unwilling so you suggested to do it online, it was 45 minutes and when you were, put the laptop away… you felt a sudden relief.

The next session he suggested to go to a coffee shop near your home, you liked the idea and agreed.

It was a cold Baltimore weather so you both had gloves, long coats, he couldn’t help but notice how professional you dressed. A black pencil skirt, a dark red blouse, soft make-up, hair let loose yet kept under control and delicate hands holding your coffee mug. You were well mannered and put together. Also, your impression on him was the same as him, both of you had a mutual feeling for each other that day. Normally, Dr. Lecter had 45 minute sessions with his patients just like your first session. However, with you, it was more than 2 hours. The conversation was elite and brilliant that he didn’t want to leave that cozy place, after the session he gave you a lift and planned the next session.

Weeks passed and you started to go to his office, you had an idea about his environment but seeing it for the first time was something else. His office was like a mixture of library and museum, which both of those places were your favorite. When he saw the inquisitive shine in your eyes he let you explore.

You talked about your favorite books and art and culture etc.

You loved talking to him and he loved talking to you. Most of his patients were shallow and stupid but you knew your art and literature. After decades of being surrounded by peasants Hannibal found someone who got excited about small things and had her own brilliant opinions. Your energy was refreshing to say the least.

The nightmare you had made you paranoid, your door was locked, windows shot and curtains closed, you were in your pjs and in 45 minutes you had to be in Dr. Lecter’s office. It was impossible, you sent him an email about bot being able to make it today. Instead of replying by an email he called you directly, ‘’Hello, Dr. Lecter.’’

‘’Hello , Y/N.’’ he started, he had started to address you by your name few weeks ago and asked you to do the same but his demeanor and the way he held himself made you a bit intimidated. ‘’I hope you are well.’’ He continued, ‘’Is there a problem?’’ there was a silence. ‘’Yes, I don’t think I can come today.’’ You simply replied, covering yourself with blankets on your couch, total darkness surrounding you.

‘’Your voice sounds strange.’’ He announced, you didn’t say anything and he let a sigh of distress, He ‘’I’m coming over. Do not move.’’ And he hung up.

He knew your address, something in you kept you at your place or maybe it was his strict tone.

Some time later there was a knock on your door which made you jump from your seat, you grabbed a knife from the kitchen and walked to the door.

‘’Its me.’’ You heard his voice, ‘’You can lower your weapon of choice.’’ He added, how did he know that you were carrying a weapon?

You opened the door to him, he looked at you up and down and let himself in, closed the door and locked it. Seeing such a young and elegant woman being torn apart by her mental state made him feel something… he felt as if he was her savior.

You noticed that the second you saw him you felt safe, like a sense of warmness spreading inside of your chest.

You turned to go to the living room, he followed, this was the first time he saw your house, he was in awe of how clean and organized it was even though it was dark due to the fact that all the curtains were closed.

He sat on a single armchair, placed his leather bag next to his feet, his coat placed on his lap, you took your place among your blankets.

‘’May I ask what has made you… like this?’’ he looked around the room, ‘’I don’t want to talk about it.’’ You said like a little child.

‘’Are you hungry?’’ he asked to change the subject, you realized that you didn’t eat anything since you have woken up. He understood from your deep eyes and stood up.

Soon you heard sounds coming from the kitchen. You decided to get a sneak peek, he wore your red apron and cooking something from the things he found in your fridge. It melt your heart.

Hannibal Lecter wasn’t used to this but when he saw you like that he couldn’t help but be there for you, you were an interesting case for him and he even thought about keeping your mental health not worse but not good either so that he could keep having you in his life but it seemed like you were planning to be in his life for a long time weather as a friend, a patient or someone close..

Thank you. :)

Shattered Pieces

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Genre: Romance. Smut in the future. Angst.

Warnings: None.

Summary: Bucky and Y/N were in love back in the 40s but Hydra took Bucky away from Y/N. Y/N tried to find him but HYDRA stopped her and she paid a price. Now all they knew was Bucky was dead, however they were wrong. Can she face the new Bucky, the infamous Winter Soldier?

This story takes place in Captain America The Winter Soldier.

This will be a short story. Sorry for any tyops. Likes and comments are welcomed in this house lol, stay safe my dudes!! 

Tag List is open!!!!!

Chapter 1

Y/N was at Steve's house for dinner, ''I missed this.'' he said finishing his plate. Y/N used to cook for Steve and Bucky back in the day, before all of this happened. ''You are welcom Cap.'' Together day washed the dishes in silence, bot of them wanted to speak but the heavy burden of years were holding them back. ''When will you tell me what happened to you?'' Finally Steve Rogers asked, it had been a year since they were reunited and Y/N kept avoiding the question. ''I'm gonna need a something strong for that.'' Y/N cleaned her hands, Steve had a bottle of whiskey, he poured a glass for her, ''I'm listening.'' he said with sad blue eyes. He already read the files on her, Nick Fury gave them to him but he wanted to hear the story from her. Y/N settled on the single couch, ''After you crashed into the ice and Bucky fell from the train Peggy and Howard found me.'' she took a sip from her drink, ''Howard said he was searching for you but the technology at the time wasn't sufficient. They were building SHIELD and asked if I wanted to help, after all I was the friend of Captain America and the girlfriend of Sergeant Barnes. Peggy said they didn't believe Bucky was dead, they couldn't find his body and feared HYDRA might kidnapped him. The possibility of him alive was enough for me, after 5 months of training in the SHIELD I got myself into HYDRA, it was desperate times, they lost a lot of staff members so they hired me. '' Steve was patiently listening his friend's stroy, ''At first I was the coffee girl but I did prove myself and became the secretary of a General, the General was friends with Dr. Arnim Zola, over the year I got close to him and helped him when needed. Long story short, they caught me while searching files on Bucky. All the files  said ''Died on heavy experiment.'' , they tortured me for any info but I played the dumb girl and they bought it. They used me for experiments, they were able to stop aging but I was under a lot of pain. I guess that wasn't enough for them because they gave me healing powers.'' she finished her drink, eyes clouded with sadness.

''How did you escape?'' Steve asked giving her the bottle, ''They knew I would try to do something so Dr. Zola put me on ice, years later I woke up, they said the technology was at it's high position and wanted to improve my healing powers. Soon SHIELD attacked the building and I escaped. I knew I had to find you when I saw your face on New York Museum, and here we are. Nick asked me to join SHIELD again but I refused.'' Her story was over, Steve was blaming himself ''I'm sorry I wasn't there to save you.'' Y/N gave him a warm smile, he was still the old Steve, a kid from Brooklyn. ''Don't feel that way, it wasn't your fault. My only regret in this world is having a fight with Bucky before he left and never came back.'' She remembered that night, after the dance they were walking on the empty street.

(flashback)

''James please, don't go.'' Y/N said looking at his ocean eyes, ''Stay with me.'' he gave her a kiss. ''You know I can't do that doll, I'm a Sergeant now.'' Her eyes got watery, ''Why did you joined the army in the first place?! Why didn't you ask me first? You are so selfish!'' she tried to push him but failed. ''I can't sit on my ass and wait the war end while there are men out there trying to protect us!'' He yelled back. ''We couk've run away together, but you ruined everything! I check my mailbox everyday for a letter from you or waiting your captain's ''My Condolences'' letter! I can't sleep at night knowing that you are always in danger!'' she was crying now. ''This is the life I choose Y/N! Is it really that hard for you to see that this is what I want?! You can be selfish too sometimes!'' This was their loudest argument, Y/N's neighbor opened her window and yelled at them; ''Take your fight to your bedroom kids!'' Bucky gave a long breath, ''Sorry Mrs. Cooper, goodnight.'' he said calmly. ''Can we just enjoy our last night? I know you missed me, I missed you to. We should do what Mrs. Cooper said.'' His voice was low now, his eyes clouded with lust, pupils dilated. ''Maybe your army friends can help you Sergeant! I bid you good night.'' Y/N walked fast to her door and shut it harshly, she could hear him behind it, ''Don't be like that doll, please. I love you.'' 

(flashback ends)

''I'm sorry it ended this way, but I'm here for you. You can join us whenever you feel ready.'' Steve was trying to get her involved with SHIELD again because he saw they way she fight and heal. She had a talent, ''It's too soon for me, I can't.'' she finished the bottle on her own, ''I better get going, oh thanks for the gift.'' Steve got her a gramofon and records from the 30s and 40s, ''Don't mention it, goodnight.'' 

She was overwhelmed with memories and emotions as she left his house, SHIELD was kind enough to give her a home with a garden, she had nice neighbors and a calm street. It was late when she arrived, for some reason she had this uneasy gut feeling, until she reached to her door she kept looking over her shoulder. ''No one is following you. Relax.'' She unlocked her door, walked inside. As she was closing it she thought she saw a tall man standing behind the tress. It was like shadow and vanished quickly, ''I should get some sleep.'' she thought but as usual she locked every door and window, put her revolver under her pillow. Thanks to all that talk with Steve she saw Bucky in her dream, it was technically a memory, a happy one; 

They were eating their ice cream and enjoying the sunset, Bucky pushed her hair and placed a wet kiss on her neck. ''You should enjoy the view Sergeant.'' Y/N said not looking at him, ''I am.'' he said smiling. A soft wind touched their young body, ''Marry me.'' Bucky said suddenly, it made Y/N look at him in shock, ''WHAT?!'' she said loud, ''Marry me. I know it might be too early but when I come back from the amry we can have the wedding and in the mean time you can think about it. Come on doll, wouldn't you want to be the wife of a Sergeant?'' Ella Fitxgerald's I've Got a Feeling I'm Falling song was playing from a car's radio at a distance. ''Yes! God Yes!'' She jumped on his lap and they started to kiss deeply, but soon Bucky vanished and she was left in the dark, ''Bucky! Come back, Bucky!'' she woke up screaming his name. 

She checked her environment, she was at home in her bed, she touched her cold gun under her sweat covered pillow. For months she had no dreams of him so she felt strange, the soure pain in her stomach was back, it was yearning.

Hii pretty

This is gonna sound very stupid but I'm new to this whole writing fanfic thing but I was wondering how you make masterlists👉🏻👈🏻

I did search it up but I got nothing soo would please maybe tell me how you did it??

THANK YOU

Have a nice day, love❤

Hiiii, its not stupid come one!! I also struggled creating it, i don't know shit about technology lol this video helped me at the time because i created my masterlist long ago. I also pinned the masterlist so that people will see it at the top of my page.

Personal Attack!

I'm just a horny bitch with unrealistic needs of being f'cked by fictional characters.

And I know you are too.

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

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

Warnings; Hannibal killing a man, a little smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘’This isn’t his first time.’’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dangerous Game

Pairing: Hannibal x Female Reader

Genre: Romance, Slow burn, Smut in the future.

Warnings: Drug use.

TAG LIST IS OPEN!!!!!

Summary: Y/N Hobbs an opera singer and also the eldest adopted daughter of The Minnesto Shrike, and her entire life changes after what happened. She will be the object of affection of a certain psychopath, whether she likes it or not.

Sorry for any typos, love u all!!! Text me if I forgot to tag you lol 

Chapter 5

    It was late when Y/N got a call from Abigail's doctor. ''Miss Hobbs, I'm so sorry to inform you that Abigail has escaped from the facility. We hoped she might be with you.'' Y/N was at her house, alone and reading a book. ''No, she isn't here.'' She had an idea, ''I think I know where she is. I will send her back to the facility.'' Y/N dressed quickly and called for a taxi. She was headed to Hannibal Lecter's office. When she knocked on the grey door she run her hands through her wild hair, ''I hope she is here.'' 

Hannibal opened the door as usual, ''Hello Y/N, please come in.'' he looked at her up and down, she had a long black coat and boots, her cheeks were red because of the cold. Y/N walked in and saw Abigail. ''Thank God!'' She hugged her little sister, ''They called me from the hospital, said you escaped. I was so worried.'' Y/N spoke, her tone was smiliar to their mother when she was angry. ''To be more specific, she climbed the walls.'' Hannibal said hands in his pockets, he sat at the edge of his brown study table. ''Why did you come here?'' Y/N asked, ''I'm sure Dr. Lecter is very busy.'' Hannibal and Abigail exchanged looks, ''She came to thank me. Isn't it right Abigail?'' Hannibal said calmly,     ''Y- yes. My next stop was your house but now you're here.'' Abigail said looking like a lost puppy, it made Y/N smile.  ''Honey, can you wait outside? I'll be quick.'' She took her coat, as she was leaving she heard Hannibal say ''No more climbing walls Abigail.'' he said with a paternal tone to his voice.

It was just Y/N and Hannibal now, ''I'm sorry she did this Dr- I mean Hannibal.''             ''She is still struggling to call me by my first name, I should be more friendly.'' he thought. ''I'm glad she came to me, we are becoming friends.'' He said with a small smile, ''That's good, but to me you are trying to be a father figure to her. I know you are one of her guardians, FBI told me.'' he decided to stand up and came closer, ''Guilty. I admit I see myself in her. I hope I didn't cross a line.'' Y/N wasn't sure if she was intimidated by his tall frame and his confidance or was she enjoying it? ''Why do you see yourself in her?'' She asked crossing her arms. ''My parents passed away when I was very young, my uncle Robertos adopted me at age 16.'' He confessed, it was a personal information he was sharing and Y/N noticed that. ''I guess our only common thing is being an orphan.'' Her voice was faint as a whisper but loud enough for Hannibal to hear, ''You and I have a great deal in common, more than you think.'' Hannibal replied. He could smell her newly washed body and hair, it was a both comforting and seductive smell which confused him. ''What makes you say that?'' She got defensive, ''Call it a hunch.'' he replied quickly. For a few seconds all they did was looking at each other's eyes, Y/N was expecting to find something but failed. ''I should take Abigail back, good night.'' She said trying to control her voice, ''Does he know anything about my dark past?'' ''Sleep well Y/N.'' 

The next day, Y/N got a call from Dr. Alana Bloom, she said they had to talk about Abigail and asked Y/N to go to Hannibal's office. Y/N didn't want to go because whenever she was around him she felt something, she didn't know how to describe it but it was like a part of her felt safe, however the other part begged her to run and never come back. She sighed heavily and pulled a grey dress from her closet, the arms were long sleeved and had grey lace work. It had a grey ribbon on the waist, left leg side had a short slit. She grabbed her bag and left her apartment. 

Y/N arrived little earlier than Alana, Hannibal greeted her. ''Please, come in.'' He said with a kind hand gesture and Y/N walked in. ''The universe keeps making us see each other, don't you agree?'' Y/N said looking around. ''I definitely agree. Would you like a glass of red wine?'' He went to his brown cabinet. ''Yes, please.'' She kept on walking, looking at the books. ''Here you go.'' He also poured a glass of red wine for himself, ''It's interesting that you have wine bottles in your work place.'' she smelled the wine which caught Hannibal's attention. ''I cannot resist a glass of red wine. I have realized you smell it before drinking. Most people don't do that.'' Y/N took off her black coat and put it on the dark grey chair. ''I love smelling things before trying them.'' She started to walk again, Hannibal observed her dress and tried to understand what kind of a person she is. ''The dress is casual yet it has lace work and a ribbon. She doesn't try hard to impress but likes small details.'' 

''Did you draw these?'' Y/N asked while holding a white paper, ''Yes, I love drawing portraits.'' Hannibal came close to see, it was a portrait of a naked woman's back. ''Is she your partner?'' She was surprised to see that Hannibal could draw. ''No. I don't have a partner. What about you?'' Y/N put the paper back, ''No.'' it was a short reply. ''I'm shocked to hear a woman as beautiful as you is single. I'm sure men are chasing you.'' He was standing behind her, Y/N turned to see if he was serious, ''He is just being kind.'' Y/N studied his face, his brown eyes were questioning her, waiting her response. ''Tell that to men, I'm sure they have a different opinion.''  They heard Alana's knock on the door. Hannibal offered Alana a tall galss of beer, ''Perhaps it's time Abigail's release from clinical treatment?'' he asked. ''Release where? Back to the wild?'' Alana replied angrily. Clearly she didn't like his proposal. They were sitting on the long grey couch, Y/N was standing. ''Spending each day immersed in tragedy maybe doing more harm than good. She should be out into the world.'' Hannibal tried to convince Alana, ''What do you say Y/N?'' he asked her. ''I don't think she can live on her own, not now.'' Y/N replied, she looked concerned for her sister. ''I am not suggesting abandonment.'' He said calmly, ''Well, I'm not sending my sister outside Hannibal! She needs a stable environment. Maybe later she can live with me.'' she finished her wine in one gulp. ''You are passionate about her health, she is lucky to have a sister like you.'' Alana said smiling. ''Passion is good, gets blood pumping.'' Hannibal said, later he finished his drink, his eyes were on Y/N. 

  Later that day Y/N was at the facility with her sister. They spent some time together, Y/N read to her, talked to her. The sun was slowly faiding when Hannibal Lecter visited them. He came to say that he wanted to take them out of the facility for few hours. ''I don't think I'm allowed to leave.'' Abigail said, Y/N was brushing her sister's brown hair. Hannibal noticed how protective and at the same time soft she can be. ''I've made arrangements, you could say I'm one of your guardians.'' He gave a look at Y/N. ''Where are we going?'' Abigail asked, eyes closed and enjoying soft brushes she is getting from her sister. ''Home. My home, I thought you might enjoy if I cook for you and your sister. I will have you back bed time.'' He sat at the single chair, holding his long coat. ''Can I spend the night at yours or Y/N's place?'' She asked daring to hope, ''I don't like sleeping here.'' Hannibal and Y/N shared a look, she didn't want to upset her sister so she let him speak, ''You have to sleep in your own bed.''                                                                            '

'This isn't my bed.'' Abigail snapped. ''Honey, I know. But please endure it for some time.'' Y/N tried to be positive, ''For how long?!'' Abigail was clearly upset. Y/N got a phone call and had to leave the room. When she returned they stopped speaking which caught her attention. ''Are they hiding something?''

This was the first time Y/N and Abigil went to Hannibal's house. The outside walls had yellowish brick walls and red roof and red window frames. There were small trees on the front garden. ''Welcome to my humble home.'' He announced. Y/N couldn't believe her eyes, ''It's like a museum.'' blurted out. ''Thank you.'' He seemed proud, there were paintings on the dark walls, every piece of furniture seemed like from a different world. ''It looks pretty good.'' Abigail said. They hanged their coats and walked to the kitchen. Hannibal put on a white apron, ''Who cooks with a white apron?'' she thought. He had a red shirt, a black tie and a black sweater. He was peeling a potato, everything he needed was on the grey kitchen counter. His kitchen mostly had the colour grey, there was a door which led to the back garden, at the corner there was a small brown table and two chairs. ''Have you thought about applying for schools?'' He asked to Abigail, ''My dad killed girls at all the schools I applied to.'' Abigail replied, she was standing and watching Hannibal cook like she used to do when their father cooking for them, Y/N wasn't wrong, Hannibal was becoimg a father figure for Abigail. ''Perhaps that can wait then.'' 

      Y/N was listening them while looking around, it was a big kitchen. ''You are not your father's daughter, not anymore. Don't forget that.'' Hannibal said looking at Abigail, she seemed tired. He offered something to make the pain and nightmares go away. ''Have you ever tried psilocybine?'' ''Mushrooms? That's what's in the tea?'' Abigail asked, there was a glass tea kettle on the counter, filled with mushrooms. ''Mushooms bring traumatic events back to the mind.'' Y/N protested, ''She knows her stuff.'' Hannibal was surprised to see a young wise woman. ''Which is why we need to supplement them. Positive associations, no more bad dreams Abigail.'' He looked determined, ''Do you want her to do drugs?!'' young woman asked in shock. ''I want her to do this drug. Of course I need your consent and with my supervision we can make this work. Do you trust me?'' He poured the tea into a white porcelain cup and gave it to Abigail. ''Psilocybine can have positive, even spiritual effects on patients. I want to give your power back.'' Abigail looked at Hannibal and then Y/N, ''You know what, what do we have to lose, try it.'' Y/N approved.

Abigail finished her tea, ''Are you sure about this?'' Y/N asked concerned. ''I used this treatment on my patients befor and it worked.'' Hannibal got back to cooking. ''Do you need help?'' Y/N asked, trying to be kind, they heard Abigail laugh, ''Y/N is a great cook. You are better than mom actually.'' she said smiling at them. Y/N could see that the mushrooms started to work. ''Oh really? An opera singer and also a chef. Miss Hobbs you surprise me every time.'' Hannibal looked amused. Y/N didn't like to brag but she was good at cooking. ''Abigail, when you taste the food compare it to you sister's cooking. I would like to know who is better.'' Hannibal said looking at Y/N while talking which made her blush, ''I will. Or maybe next time you guys sould have a cooking contest. I will be the judge and also Will and Alana and maybe Jack.'' Abigail said, she was talking fast, it made Y/N laugh. ''Honey, why did you say maybe to Jack Crawford?'' Y/N asked. Abigail came to hug her sister, Y/N was slightly taller than her so she put her head on her chest. ''Because he is mean to us. He thinks we are bad girls.'' Y/N played with her sister's hair. ''He is just doing his job, we can't blame him for that.'' 

''I don't feel so good.'' Abigail confessed looking up at Y/N, Hannibal rushed to see. They made her sit on a chair at the corner, ''That feeling will pass. Allow it to wash over you, through you. Let me be your guide.'' He knelt in front of her and so did Y/N. ''Should we lay her down for a while?'' Y/N turned to Hannibal, due to their position they were close. ''Yes. Let's take her to the living room.''         They put her on a long couch and came back to the kitchen, ''You are making breakfast for dinner?'' she saw eggs on bread and sausage on the pan. ''A chef in Spain called Muro, claimed he invented in 19th century. Taste is not only biochemical, it is also psychological. I'm cooking the same dish Abigail and her parents had.'' Y/N didn't know her family's last dish was this, she often tried not to think of them. ''You have different techniques Doctor.''

Later Y/N woke Abigail up and set the table, Hannibal told her to put 4 plates but they were 3. The knock on the door stopped the conversation. ''I will get that.'' Hannibal left, he looked displeased. It was Alana Bloom and she was pissed, they walked straight to the kitchen. Y/N heard little of their talk but obviously Abigail was Alana's patient and Hannibal didn't have any right to take her out without Alana's permission. Y/N left the dining room to see them and maybe calm them, when she was close to the kitchen she heard Hannibal say; ''I gave her a sedative. I only gave her a half valium but she may be a little hazy.'' ''Why is he lying?'' Y/N decided to walk back to the dining room.

''Hello girls!'' Alana greeted them and decided to stay for the dinner, ''Hannibal knew she’ll be the 4th plate. Smart.'' Y/N was sitting on his left side, Abigail and Alana were on his right side. ''Please, enjoy.'' Hannibal said and took a sip from his wine, ''I admit this is delicious.'' Y/N said after taking a bite. ''Thank you Y/N, I would love to try your food next time.'' Y/N wasn't sure if he smiled but it looked like a smile. Abigail started to stare at them, ''What is it Abigail?'' Hannibal asked calmly, her pupils were dilated and she was smiling, ''What do you see?'' he continued calmly.

''I see family.''

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When will the 'love thy enemy' be updated??? i love it so much! youre so talented...

Hi! Thank you so much for waiting patiently, I have a hectic work schedule these days, but half of it is finished. I’ll update the story soon. Stay tuned little dove 🤍

Polar Opposites

Heyy, I wondered what it would be like if hannibal had an uwu girl. So I'd like to request an hannibal Lecter x uwu girl. So like the girl is shy and wears big oversized hoodies and short pants or just leggings under them. @motionlessinwhiteislife​

Warnings: None.

Hannibal x Female Reader

Oneshot! Drabble!

After a long day Hannibal Lecter closed his office and drove to his house, as he parked his car he noticed that inside his house there were lights. He remembered that he gave a spare key to his partner, yes he never liked addressing his life partners as girlfriends or boyfriends, he wasn’t a high school boy. He opened his door and walked inside, he could hear the soft singing voice of Y/N coming from the kitchen, it made him smile. He slowly walked, he could be silent as a snake when he wanted to be. He saw her with an oversize t-shirt, singing and moving her body rhythmically, it was a sight for sore eyes. He leaned on the kitchen island and watched her for a while, Hannibal wasn’t a man who liked to share his personal space bur for this young woman he was willing to make exceptions.

She could feel a presence around her so she turned to see Hannibal watching her with a soft smile on his plump lips, she immediately got red, ‘’Hannibal! Stop!’’ she said with a childish tone, it made him smile even brighter.

She always got excited to see him coming home from a long day, she gave him a big hug, Hannibal could feel she had nothing underneath of that big shirt which belonged to Hannibal. Hannibal never understood the reason why she always hid her body but it made her look cute, he adored her shyness whenever he had his hands all over her.

‘’I love seeing you in my clothes. You look divine.’’ Planted a kiss on her lips, she kissed him back shyly. They were in a serious relationship for a year now but she still felt like it was their first day. They met at a museum 2 years ago, she loved to see art all the time so she visited that museum everyday and she saw him sitting and drawing something. One day, she decided go to that museum again, it was getting late but she didn’t care, no one was around but her and Hannibal. She was standing in front of a painting when she looked to her left and saw him sitting and looking at her, he smiled. Turns out he was drawing her. They went to get a coffee that evening and Hannibal loved the way she averted her gaze, her cheeks were always dark pink and she had a brightness in her eyes, he never met someone like Y/N before, all his life grim and darkness followed him like a shadow. When he saw Y/N being happy, seeing good in even dark situations he had to have her. For 2 years he tried to gain her trust and love, thankfully she was falling for him, hard and now they were life partners.

‘’Look what I got you.’’ On his way home Hannibal decided get a gift for her, it was a photo album. Hannibal Lecter was an old fashioned man and he loved to have photo albums at his house and loved to organize them, when she saw the pictures of them together she giggled in excitement, ‘’Thank you so much Hannibal! This is the best gift ever!’’ and she gave him another hug. Even though she had no idea of what kind of a man he is it gave him hope, a woman like her was with a man like Hannibal, he considered himself lucky.

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Shard of Blood

Hannibal Request; Hi there. I might have another Hannibal idea Request: OC is a serial killer just like Hannibal and he starts to become interested in her way of killing. She tries to act like she didn’t notice him and one day follows him while he’s murdering and reveals herself from her hiding spot. He’s torn apart between killing her and smutty thoughts 😅 Luckily he decides for the smutty part and maybe they start killing together. Absolutely adored your last story and hope you’ll like the idea <3 @negans-attagirl​

Word Count: 3.490 so it’s a long ass fic lol Sorry for any typos.

Warnings; Mention od sexual assault. Smut, +18, murder, killing.

Doctor Hannibal Lecter was at his office, drinking his wine and reading the news on his ipad. Freddie Lounds wrote about a new serial killer in town and he knew that Jack Crawford soon would call him and ask him to help with this case but for now he was glad to stay behind the veil and observe from afar.

‘’Baltimore Maryland is under a great threat, after The Minnesota Shrike attacks now we have a new killer, can FBI catch them both or are they going to fail? How long do we have to stay indoors?’’

He was intrigued by this killer because first of all he knew that the killer was a woman, and her targets were rapist, abusive men regardless of their social class. Her first victim was someone from a rich family who kept raping his servants and one day he was found dead. It was her first work so there was no art to it, however over the weeks she got professional and started to decorate the bodies, and FBI always found a paper next to the victim and the paper explained who was the victim and why she killed him. Will Graham brought the copies to him to read and try to make a profile but Jack didn’t know that so it was their secret.

There were 10 pages, and each of them explained her reasons, so far Hannibal could tell that this woman was playing the God or should he say Goddess of death and justice, because she was bragging about how FBI and the police couldn’t do their jobs and she was doing it for them. The writings weren’t handwritten, however Hannibal knew that she was using a typewriter, it was Remington De Lux Portable typewriter which was manifactured in 1949.

The next day he got a call from Jack, just as he thought and he went to Jack’s office to discuss the situation. Will was there as well, ‘’Thank you for coming Hannibal, we decided to focus on this new killer because she is fast and I believe she won’t stop until we catch her, however Minnesota Shrike sometimes rests and we haven’t discovered any body from him recently. I want you to help us make a profile on this new killer.’’ Hannibal sat next to Will with pride, he was right there but Jack was too caught up with his personal life that he was blind. Jack gave him 10 files, each had pictures of dead men and he started to look at them.

‘’I think she lures the men into a secluded place. She usually starts by tying them and later she chops off their penis, they die of losing blood, she is probably watching them die.’’ Will told them what he thought, he was playing with his glasses, ‘’But why like this?’’ Jack asked confused, ‘’All the men she murdered are rapists and abusive men, in her mind she thinks they deserve this kind of death. In every letter she leaves she mocks the FBI and the authorities who can’t catch these men,’’ he was looking at a picture where the victim was on the ground in a forest and there were flowers covering his body.  

‘’She might be shorter than most of them so that’s why she is luring them into a place with the expectation of sex and later she ties them to control them.’’ Hannibal was good at hiding his excitement, ‘’Can I have these to see more details?’’ he asked. ‘’Sure, I have the copies with me.’’ Will said. Hannibal Lecter had to leave early because later he went to his house to get ready. He belonged to the rich community of Baltimore and it meant that he had to attend events. Tonight there was an event at The Walters Art Museum, he put on his best suit and went there. The event started by an opera singer, all of the attendants were sitting and enjoying this singer, the seat next to him was empty but he didn’t mind he was enjoying the soft tunes coming from the singer. Soon he saw a woman coming towards him to sit next to him, she was silent like a serpent and if he didn’t saw her he probably wouldn’t realize her coming to sit. He took a quick glance and liked what he saw, she had a vintage dress and it made her look like an Hollywood actress in 30s or 40s, 

(this is the dress)

her parfume smelled delicious and it made him sit straight on his seat. Later Hannibal was talking to his friends from the art community and they were drinking their expensive champagne, having a conversation of baroque style paintings, and he saw her again. She was alone and she was viewing the paintings on the white walls, ‘’Excuse me for a moment.’’ He left his group and slowly approached to the young woman, as he was walking he got a glass of champagne and stood next to her. ‘’May I offer you a glass of champagne?’’ she turned to face him. She looked uninterested but she took the glass and drank it, ‘’I haven’t seen you before, if you are new to our community allow me to introduce myself. Doctor Hannibal Lecter.’’ He took the hand she offered and planted a soft kiss, ‘’I’m Y/N Y/L/N, I do not belong to your community Doctor, my date brought me here.’’ Most of the men here were old and married, ‘’May I ask who is your date?’’ he asked curiously. ‘’ Sir Samuel Rochester, I hope you know him.’’ Hannibal didn’t like what he heard, Samuel always gave him bad energy and he was a man who loved to be rude to everyone around him, he was on his list and his time was coming. ‘’Yes, I have met him years ago on an event similar to this one.’’ A smile flickered across her red lips and she drank her champagne to hide it, Hannibal noticed that she was a strange woman, he was good at reading people because of his job but… this one was hard to crack. As he tried to understand her intentions they heard Samuel Rochester’s vulgar voice. ‘’Hannibal my friend! Glad to see you here. I see you met my beautiful date.’’ The tall and vulgar man placed his arm on her waist and Hannibal could feel that she was uncomfortable, ‘’Maybe she is one of his sugar babies.’’‘’Likewise Samuel,  I hope you are well.’’ Y/N could see how fake he was, Hannibal Lecter obviously didn’t like the guy and Samuel was too stupid to notice. ‘’Don’t worry Doctor Lecter, he won’t be your problem anymore.’’ ‘’I will be well once you throw another dinner party. This man right here knows how to cook and entertain his guests.’’ 

He explained to Y/N, ‘’If you are lucky enough I’ll invite you to come with me.’’ Samuel was a man who was raised as a ‘’superior’’ fella, and he liked to give women opportunities, as she was going to speak Hannibal acted quickly, ‘’You don’t need him to come to my dinner parties Miss Y/L/N, a woman who enjoys art is always welcomed in my house.’’ Hannibal could tell that she loved viewing paintings because before he came to talk to her he watched her looking at the painting of Pygmalion and Galatea, ‘’I assume this one is your favorite?’’ he pointed the painting. ‘’Yes actually. Jean-Léon Gérôme did an amazing job, it’s a shame that it’s the original version’s replica. I would love to see the real one some day.’’ Samuel watched them talk, the only reason he was in the community was that he was rich and his family was the founders of building this community.

Later that night Hannibal didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to Y/N because the young girl and her ‘’date’’ left early. He bid his farewells to his friends and drove to his big house.

The next week Hannibal Lecter got the news of another kill, Will called him to tell him that Hannibal’s ‘’friend’’ Samuel Rochester was found that on his bed and Hannibal went to see the body. FBI agents were there, the neighbors of Samuel’s were outside watching the house and he walked inside. It was a big mansion with so many doors and Will took him to the bedroom. As soon as he walked into the huge bedroom he got the scent of a woman’s parfume and he opened his eyes in shock, Will thought that Hannibal was shocked to see his so called friend die but he was wrong, Hannibal knew this smell and he certainly knew whom it belonged to. He got close to the victim’s body and as usual his penis was cut off and there was a lot of blood, ‘’Until now she moved the bodies to places, why would she change her style?’’ Jack asked coming inside, Samuel was naked, his hands and feet were tied to the bed. ‘’Samuel is taller and larger than her other victims, she didn’t have time to carry him.’’ Hannibal explained imagining Y/N Y/L/N, he knew something was different, unique with her and he found what it was, she was like him.

‘’Media call her ‘’The Slasher’’, any clues Hannibal?’’ Jack asked coming closer to the bed, Hannibal took a step back, ‘’No. Excuse me I have an appointment.’’ And he left the crime scene. Hannibal saw her as a competition now, and the meat in his frige was running out so he needed to go out and kill someone soon.

After a few days of silence Hannibal finally got a target, one of Bedelia du Maurier’s patients was a problem to her, and she transferred that patient to Hannibal Lecter, it was their little game. When a patient was being a problem Bedelia sent them to him and he took care of the situation.

Y/N was watching Hannibl from afar for days now, after her last kill she decided to wait for a while, because she got scared for the first time. Hannibal saw him with her and he could give this information to his FBI friends and her life would be ruined, she needed to find something about him to use against him if he were to go to his buddy Will Graham. She watched him go to his therapist’s house for almost everyday, something was off and she had to find out so early in the morning she broke into his office, she was good at this stuff. Y/N went into his office didn’t touch anything and she climbed the woodenstairs and hid herself between two bookshelves and she waited.

Hours later Hannibal Lecter came into his office, nothing looked out of the ordinary except the smell he was getting, it was the same parfume… He acted like he didn’t notice anything and his first and only patient for the day came in. It was show time.

Y/N listened to their conversation and soon she heard the sounds of struggle, she took a small step forward to see what was happening and she was shocked to see what was happening. Hannibal and his patient (who looked close to his age) were fighting like animals and Hannibal pushed the man with his leg, the man fell to the ground and Hannibalwas on top of him now, and he pulled out a lancet under his sleeve and slashed open the man’s throat, the man tried to held his neck to stop the bleeding but it was a vain attempt, Hannibal stood up like nothing happened, Y/N couldn’t help but watch the scene before her. He took few steps back and pulled out his handkerchief to clean his lancet, ‘’The average adult has about 4 to 6 liters of blood in their body. The average man has more blood than the average woman, and people who weigh more or are taller than others have more blood.This means a person can die from losing 2 1/2 to 4 liters of blood. What I’m trying to say is that he will die in few minutes and this will give you to come out and explain yourself Y/N. ‘’

Her body went numb when he said her name, she had no where to go, she slowly came out of her shell and used the wooden stairs, the man on the floor was still struggling. ‘’Hello there.’’ He greeted her with a calm manner however his competetion was right in front of him and he didn’t like the attention leaving him and going to her. ‘’Samuel was on my list, it was rude of you to deny the satisfaction of killing him from me.’’ He put his lancet into his pocket, she was standing close to the big window on her left and the morning sucreated a bright light around her, she reminded him of a Saint in middle ages. ‘’I apologise Doctor Lecter, but you must understand that he was a piece of trash who had to die, I wouldn’t be able to wait for you to kill him one day, he used to abuse his wife and caused her death.’’ Hannibal knew that but still he didn’t like it. ‘’Who was he?’’ She pointed the man on the ground who was fighting for his life, ‘’A patient of my friend, he was rude like you, look where it got him.’’ Hannibal’s suit was covered in blood but Y/N didn’t mind, in fact she had to press her legs to fight the urge to climb him like a tree. He was a handsome man with a sharp jawline and high cheek bones, and on top of that his accent was so unique she never heard it before.

He took steps towards her but she didn’t move, He raised his blood covered hand and traced her warm cheek with his wet fingers, ‘’That’s a pretty face, I wouldn’t want anything to happen to it. Nonetheless you saw me murder someone,’’ the bright light around her made his brown eyes shine, ‘’I cannot let you go now.’’ Before she could say anything he moved his hand to choke her. She was shocked, didn’t expect something like that from him, she held his hand and tried to push it away from her but he was strong. He guided her to his neat brown table. She was on top of the table trying to breath, ‘’We-‘’ she tried to say, ‘’We could’ve been beautiful.’’

And Hannibal stopped, like he was triggered and he let her breath but his hand was still on her throat. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and she could feel his growing need. ‘’You are right.’’ He said, as if he was having an awakening, ‘’I’m sorry darling I forgot to ask you why are you here?’’

‘’You know I killed Samuel and I was afraid you might tell the cops.’’ Hannibal started to laugh, ‘’Why are you laughing?’’ her throat was hurting, ‘’I would never give you to the FBI, trust me. What shall I do with you now? Huh? You know who I am and what I’m capable of doing…’’ and suddenly he felt this urge to let her stay with him and teach her everything he knew. If she was on her own she would get caught eventually, she had to learn when to kill and where to kill and maybe she could help him with the meat problem, he couldn’t hunt on his own all the time.

Y/N looked into his dilated eyes, ‘’Teach me.’’ She said as if she could read his mind, she placed her warm hand on his clean shaven cheek, ‘’I can’t do this alone.’’

‘’We can be like Pygmalion and Galatea.’’ Hannibal said but more to himself and in that moment he kissed her and she kissed him back. His plump lips felt so comfortable she found herself wanting more and moved her hips, Hannibal moaned into her mouth, their was so passionate and animalistic that when they parted their lips were puffy and bruised. They were having the joy of finding their soulmates, thankfully she was wearing a dress and it gave Hannibal easy access, he started to kiss and bite her neck and he could see the bruise his hand left and filled with pride, he was a man who loved leaving marks. He found her core and felt the slick fabric, he removed her panties and started to play with her wet cunt. She was a moaning mess, ‘’Don’t hold back love, I want to hear you.’’

The fact that there was a dead man in his office and he was covered in that man’s blood wasn’t important details to them, in fact it turned them on. The wet sounds her cunt made drove him crazy, and he loved the way she moaned his name over and over again, he stopped fingering her because he wanted to feel her. She helped him pull his pants down and his dark member was free, she knelt between his legs, ‘’Good girl.’’ Hannibal had a feeling that praises might have a good effect on her and he was right, she got excited. She first used her hand, gave him a few pums and as she placed a innocent kiss on top of his member his head fell back and she slowly took him in her mouth. When he was fully in her mouth his tip hit the back of her throat and she was trying hard not to gag, his hand went to her hair pulled her head towards him and he slowly fucked her mouth, her eyes were up and watching his face, ‘’You like being a slut for men like me aren’t you?’’ she hummed and he smirked, ‘’I’m the only man who can do that you you now. Understood?’’

Hannibal Lecter was a selfish man who did not enjoy sharing, the possibilites of killing men who looked at her the wrong way went to his mind and he almost came with that though but he held himself. She didn’t forget to play with his balls, her mouth felt so soft and warm he firmly pulled her silky hair back and pulled out off her mouth. ‘’Come here little girl.’’ He held her throat and gave her a long kiss, ‘’Lay on your stomach right now.’’ She did was she was told and she laid on the cold table, Hannibal spanked her ass harshly, she wasn’t expecting that so she screamed. He caressed where he spanked and he spanked her again and again. ‘’That’s fucking right, scream.’’ Hannibal loved controlling everything around him and he found was glad he found Y/N, that pretty girl in white dress at that museum was a freak and he loved it. He grabbed both of her ass cheeks and entered her fully, she was so wet he had to wait for a second to control himself and gave her a time to adjust to his size, he was big. ‘’Do you want me to move love?’’ He asked because consent is the key. ‘’Yes please.’’ He pulled out completely and slammed back in, the things on his table were moving and falling to the floor, he could hear her moans and small cries, one of his hand went to her hair and didn’t let go. She was under his spell and she fucking liked it, it had been a while since she had sex with someone and Hannibal knew his stuff, she loved being controlled and he was doing that just fine, he was big so at first she was a little bit uncomfortable but later she was moaning his name like a prayer. She was holding the edge of the table, Hannibal pulled her towards him to give her a kiss while he was fucking her, what drove her insane was that he caressed her hair several times and called her beautiful, gorgeous, and good girl. ‘’You are my good girl now.’’ He said panting, she was close he could feel it and he played with her clitoris to let her cum and she came, her legs were shaking and she was moaning, he felt her milking his member so he followed her. Together they saw the stars and galaxies. He wiped her tears away, 

‘’Shh, I got you princess.’’ 

Together they created a new path for themselves and they were eager to see what was waiting for them at the end. 

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