#will Graham x fem! reader
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I am BEGGING you to write about hannigram x innocent fem reader. mayyyybee featuring age gap and breeding? :) she just asks them "what does break my belt mean?" and oh..
Caretaker… Hannigram x fem! Reader
Synopsis: it’s up to Will and Hannibal to take care of you, however that may be.
Content warning . 18+, MDNI age gap (reader is in her early 20s), spanking/usage of belts, punishments, dumbification, threesome, cum play, daddy kink . hard dom! Hannibal, soft dom! Will
Author’s Note: I didn’t know how to go about this (my brain isn’t braining rn) so I did smth similar :) this is literally pure filth like Im ovulating sorry
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“You need to stop being so hard on yourself.”
Will’s voice is soft as he gently rubs your sock clad feet, watching the small wince that you make when he grazes over a bruised toe. You adjust yourself on your bed, bottom becoming numb from how long you’ve been sitting. You slide the sleeves of your dress back up on your shoulders— they have a hard time staying up, and it’s something that annoys you incredibly.
“He’s right,” Hannibal chimes from the cushioned seat in the corner of the room. He closes the book in his hand and sets it on the desk beside him. It’s funny, how different these two men look in your pink, frilly room. “You’re working yourself too hard, little one.”
You frown, feeling the bed dip as Hannibal joins you and Will’s side.
“But ballet is important to me.”
“So is your health,” Will replies, and notices the way you seem to fidget in your dress. “Is your dress bothering you, baby?”
You nod, heat creeping up your neck when Will lifts the hem of it over your head. Now clad in your bra and cotton panties, you feel open and exposed. But since it’s Hannibal and Will, you feel safer than you’ve ever been.
“Come here,” Will says, and you crawl over to the place in between his spread thighs as he leans against your headboard. Hannibal follows in quiet suit, moving to Will’s side and holding your hand in his much larger one. Will’s hands play with your hair as you think back to something you’d been wanting to ask the two for a while.
“Can one of you use your belt on me?”
The soft scrape against your scalp stops at the question.
“What?”
“I mean,” you mumble, cheeks flaring. “I was watching a video.. ‘n.. the guy, he—“
“You’ve been watching naughty videos?” Hannibal inquires. You shake your head, wide doe eyes flashing.
“No!” You reply, too quickly. “No, of course not.”
“Hmm,” the man shifts, gripping the soft skin of your jaw gently with his hand. Looking into your eyes, he can see the deceit in them. “You have, haven’t you? You know what we say about those videos, darling. They’re bad for you,” he looks back to the other man in the room. “Maybe we will have to spank her after all. Don’t you think, Will?”
“Play nice, Hannibal,” Will warns, though his mouth pulls into a small, amused smirk. “She’s sensitive. Probably doesn’t even know what she’s asking for.”
“I do.” you whine, pawing at the sleeve of Hannibal’s suit. He chuckles, thumb rubbing gently over your wrist.
“Come here then, little one,” Hannibal coos. “Over my knee.”
Your eyes widen, pouty lips dropping open in awe.
“Now?” You squeak.
Will rolls his eyes, patting you softly on the arm.
“You heard him, Bunny. Go on.”
Getting on your hands and knees, panty clad ass now revealing the puff ball bunny tail on the back of the fabric, the two of them think you’re the cutest little thing they’ve ever seen. You hear the sound of a belt buckle being undone, and watch as Will hands over his belt to Hannibal. It’s your favorite one, plain black but with a belt buckle that has your initials imprinted. Will wears it often— he’s not one to have flashy accessories, but since it was a gift from you he cherishes it dearly.
Since Will is on Hannibal’s left side, you decide to position yourself with your face directed towards him. This leads to your arms and face being smooshed against Will’s thighs, and he gently rubs your head with his hands. Hannibal hums when your ass lifts up for him, bunny tail flickering as you move your hips to get his attention.
“We should keep these on, don’t you think?” He says, fingers grazing over the bunny tail. “Too precious to pull them down, lover.”
You nod shyly, letting out a puff of air when Will’s fingers begin fumbling with the hooks on your bra. He advises you to slide the straps off your shoulders when he undoes them, and you awkwardly shuffle them off. Will’s hands move around your back to grope one of your breasts. The feeling of cold leather against your backside makes you whimper, and Hannibal positions his hand on the bottom of your thigh.
“Move your hands behind your back,” Hannibal demands. “You aren’t in any position of control. If you want to stop, you know the rules.”
“Yes, daddy,” you reply, almost immediately. You move your arms back to link them together, Will’s hands gripping the both of yours tightly to make sure you don’t move.
“Good girl,” and then, “You’re going to count each one I give you. We will stop at ten since this is your first time.”
You nod, as much as you can with your face buried in Will’s lap. You can feel the hardness in his pants, right up against your cheek, and your mouth waters.
There’s a comforting rub against your left cheek before Hannibal brings the belt down. It isn’t too bad, a slight sting that makes you jump.
“One.” You say, quietly. Your ass lifts up for more.
“Good,” Hannibal praises, soothing the skin once more. “Are you going to watch those videos again?”
You stay silent, contemplating but also being quiet on purpose. You can’t deny that Hannibal getting angry with you makes your panties drenched.
At this, Hannibal slams the belt down onto you once again. A warning. You cry out this time, feeling a burning sensation along your skin.
“Don’t make me ask you again,” he says sternly. “And don’t make me have to break my belt on you, little one.”
“What does that mean?” you whine, ditzy little head genuinely confused by such a simple term. You inhale the scent of Will’s pants, and from above you, the brunette’s hands gently soothe your back.
“Told you, Hanni,” he singsongs. “Doesn’t even know what she’s asking for.”
“Ignoring your interruption,” Hannibal says, annoyed (but not really). He directs his attention back to you. “Tell me, little one. Yes or no?”
You bite your lower lip, cheeks flaring as your arousal increases.
“Yes.”
Hannibal scoffs.
“You’re asking for it, aren’t you?”
The belt comes down on you again. You jump, tears beginning to pool along your waterline.
“What was that?” Hannibal demands harshly. “Was that a yes that I heard?”
“No!” You say. “No, daddy, I’ll never ever watch those videos again! I promise, promise…”
You thrash against the pain, and Hannibal’s palms rub the sore skin.
“Alright,” he replies. “but I’m adding five more. Naughty girls who don’t listen get punished.”
“Hannibal,” Will warns. “She’s fragile.”
“She’s a brat, is what she is, Will. Stop defending her,” Hannibal’s hands wrap around your hair, pulling your teary eyed face up and craning your neck. “Now count. Starting from three.”
The belt comes down again, and your hands ache, along with your bottom.
“T-Three.” You say. The belt comes down on you again, and again. You count to five.
“You really need to be harder on her,” Hannibal says to Will, who’s subtly grinding against your face as he watches you writhe below him. “She needs to learn that her actions have consequences.”
“I know,” Will sighs, then gently taps the tip of your nose, and smiles softly. “But look at how precious she is.”
Hannibal rolls his eyes, bringing out the sixth then seventh hit. You can already feel the blooming of bruises by the time you hit number ten, and your aching pussy grinds down into Hannibal’s thigh. He seems to allow this, and by the twelfth hit, he’s teasing you about it.
“Is this arousing you, lover?” He asks, amused. “You only have three more to go. You better enjoy it.”
“Mm, she is,” Will cuts in, reaching down between your legs to feel your soaked panties. “Little pussy is so wet,” and then, “You ruined your panties, pup.”
Mewling, you allow another smack to come down onto your ass.
“T-Thirteen,” you whimper out. “Could.. could you buy me some new panties, Will?”
Another smack. Another number. Will tilts his head, staring at your panty clad ass.
“Mm,” he replies. “I don’t know, Hannibal. What do you think?” His fingers grasp the puff ball tail and tug it up. This makes your panties ride up in between your folds, and you gasp, humiliated. “I think baby blue would really suit her.”
“That, or lilac,” the eldest man replies. “We’ll get you a new set, little one. But only because it benefits us as much as it benefits you.”
You smile, giddy with excitement to take another shopping trip. Hannibal rubs your ass again, and Will kisses you on the head.
“One more for us, alright?”
You nod, perky ass throbbing with heat. Hannibal slams the belt down, and this time you let out a sob. It was the harshest hit, one sure to leave a welt or two. Hannibal coos when he sees your look of pain, throwing the belt to the side and gently massaging you.
“Shhh. It’s alright. Come here, darling.”
You maneuver your body to slide in between Hannibal’s legs, pulling him into a hug. His arms wrap around your smaller form, and he kisses your hair, allowing you to bury your face into his shoulder. You let out a few more stray tears while he and Will both soothe the ache on your bottom.
“You know we only do this because we have to.” Hannibal murmurs.
“I know, daddy.”
“Actions have consequences, and you asked for this sort of punishment. So we decided to give it to you,” he explains, and pulls away to wipe away your tears with his thumbs. “Did you enjoy it?”
You nod, a small smile grazing your lips.
“I did. I enjoyed it a lot.”
“Good,” he replies. “And since you’ve taken your punishment so well, I’m giving you the opportunity to ask for something. Whatever you want, you can have it.”
Your eyes brighten.
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
You lick your lips, contemplating your options with excitement.
“Hmm,” you say, and then finally come to your decision. You look over to your second boyfriend, who seems to be watching you with an almost love struck gaze. “I want Will… want his mouth. Please?”
Will licks his lips at the statement. Oral is one of his favorite things to give.
“Very well,” Hannibal says, then gestures for Will. “She can lay in between my legs. You lay between hers.”
Will nods, and you happily turn around and begin sliding off your panties. Spreading your legs, you look up at Will with doe eyes as he approaches you. His lips touch yours, sliding easily against the expanse of your mouth. When he pulls away, the scent of your arousal overtakes his senses. He groans, moving down in between your legs.
Hannibal’s big arms wrap around your shoulders, keeping you still. Will flawlessly licks a stripe up your slit, making you whimper and hold onto Hannibal for dear life as he begins to eat you like a man starved. His mouth works wonders against your tiny hole and aching clit as he groans into your cunt, drinking your sweet juices like it’s nectar of the Gods.
“How does she taste?” Hannibal asks, even though he already knows the answer. He loves to go down on you just as much as the other man.
Will pulls away, chin dripping and hair disheveled.
“So fuckin’ sweet,” he gasps out, nosing at your folds. His thumbs spread them apart, exposing your hole that’s coated in creamy slick. “Cutest fuckin’ cunt I’ve ever seen.”
You clench, letting him see the opening and closing of your hole. You want him to stick his tongue back inside.
You don’t have to wait long for that, because a mere second later Hannibal’s big hand splays across the back of Will’s head and pushes him back down. Will lets out a moan at this, allowing Hannibal to guide his head up and down and every which way that brings you closer and closer to your peak. Hannibal smirks, watching the way you writhe under his tongue and watch Will with hungry, lidded eyes.
“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” He says, and you can feel his hardness pressing against your back.
Drool seeps down your chin as you nod.
“Mhm..” you whine out. Your hands go to the boy’s hair, and he whimpers when you tug on the strands.
“He likes when you do that,” Hannibal observes, his tone low. He kisses the shell of your ear. “Do it again.”
You comply, watching the way Will’s hips grind down into the mattress when it happens and the way Hannibal lets out a heavy breath. Will’s mouth works harder, bringing your clit in between his lips and lightly sucking. You gasp out his name, hips moving against him in tandem.
“Will, Daddy.. ‘m so close..”
“Close, yes?” Hannibal taunts, and his grip around your throat tightens. His biceps practically squeeze your neck as you near closer and closer to your high, your throat gasping for breath. When your orgasm overtakes you, Hannibal loosens his grip, but not quite. You let out a raw, pleasure filled moan when you cum, Will working you through until the point of overstimulation, your legs shaking and your sock clad feet pushing on his shoulders. He chuckles when he pulls away, a pleased grin forming as he wipes his slick coated mouth on the back of his wrist. And boy, is it a sight. He licks up the remaining remnants of your arousal with his tongue, hands splaying on either side of you and Hannibal’s legs so he can move up and kiss you filthily on the mouth. Hannibal is next, a tender peck that makes the cock against your lower back twitch. It has him licking his lips when Will pulls away, his lashes fluttering as he sighs in content. He presses a kiss to your mouth, too, and relaxes even further.
It’s only a mere moment of rest before you can feel that familiar throb again, and the sight of your two boys bulging through their pants makes you drool. You spread your legs, overstimulated pussy on full display.
Will, who had been laying at the foot of the bed in front of the both of you, watches with hunger. You lean away from Hannibal, instead turning yourself on your knees and presenting yourself to Will, who’s already positioning himself behind you eagerly. Hannibal, the most patient out of all three of you, no doubt, finally takes his aching cock out of his pants and wraps a hand around himself at the scene. You hear the rustling of Will’s fly being undone, then his length is pressed against your ass and wet, oh so wet, even when he slides it in between your folds and sheathes himself inside your little hole with one swift movement. Your mouth drops open at the sensation of being filled, your hands finding purchase on Hannibal’s thick thighs in front of you. His cock is hitting his stomach, red and leaking drops of precum down the tip, and you watch as Hannibal rubs it up and down with his hand. You look up at him pleadingly as Will begins to pound you into the mattress.
“You want daddy’s cock in your mouth, is that it?” Hannibal teases, and you nod. He sighs, directing the tip of his cock towards you. “Open wide, sweet girl.”
You happily obey, tongue lolling out to lick at his tip, his stringy precum sticking to your bottom lip and the head of his cock, tasting absolutely divine. Will’s hands roam over your ass as his cock bullies your gummy walls.
“Mm, Hanni got you good, didn’t he, baby?” He says, examining the marks. “Gonna have to put some lotion on that later.”
The use of the nickname in Will’s mouth is a mockery of your own. You nod, however, pouting.
“Mhm. But Daddy knows what’s best for me.”
“That’s right,” Hannibal grunts out, when you take him fully down your throat. “Dumb little girls like you can’t think for themselves. That’s why you need Will and I to take care of you,” and then, “God, darling, your mouth is just perfect.”
You hum, choking on him. Will’s fingers bruise your hips now, his balls slapping against your ass with every harsh thrust. Your pussy quakes around him, clamping down on his length. His breath is warm against your ear as he pushes in and out of you.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby..” as he watches your ass bounce back against him.
“Look at that tight little pussy, practically choking my dick.” as he spreads your cheeks apart, watching the way you take him.
“Hannibal’s cock tastes good, doesn’t it?” As you come up for air and gasp, drool soaking your neck and chin.
You can feel when he gets close by the way his hips stutter, and with a lewd whine hes babbling endlessly.
“I’m gonna cum,” he says. “Gonna cum in this slut pussy— god, squeeze me just like that.”
“Please,” you whimper endlessly, and you can hear Hannibal let out a breathy chuckle.
“She wants it. She wants you to cum in her cunt,” his voice drops an octave as he watches the boy. “Come on. I need something to lubricate her more once I get my turn, don’t I?”
“Oh—“
Will’s eyes roll back, his body tensing up as he finally releases inside her. She clenches down on him, milking him for all he’s worth as he shoots rope after rope deep inside her gaping pussy. Hannibal’s fingers nestle into the boy’s hair as he rides out his orgasm, gently twirling the soft locks in between his fingers. You watch with your mouth turned into an o, burying yourself deeper against Hannibal’s chest in retaliation.
“There you go,” Hannibal coos when Will sighs against your chest, spent. “Good boy.”
“Tease,” Will mumbles back to him, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck. His eyes look up at you and he smiles. “Are you okay?”
You giggle, nodding your head.
“More than okay.”
He looks down at the mess between your thighs as he pulls out, grunting. A trail of his spend pools out of you and onto the sheets.
His fingers begin to move up to your drenched clit— you need release to, after all, and Will is never a selfish lover—but before he can, Hannibal’s hand grabs his wrist.
“No,” he utters. “Let me, once I’m inside her.”
“Like I said,” Will grumbles, moving out from between your legs to settle back against the headboard. “Tease.”
Hannibal rolls his eyes, guiding you to turn around and face him. You bite your lower lip at the feeling of Will’s cum trailing down your thighs. Hannibal undoes his belt, pulling down his zipper so his pants are open and his briefs are exposed.
“Take me out, darling.”
She reaches into the waistband of his underwear, pulling his length out and giving it a few languid strokes. Will watches, his spent cock twitching against his stomach. He ignores it, instead deciding to move to your side and press a kiss to your heated cheek. His hand provides a comforting pressure to the back of your head as he settles it in your hair. Hannibal tilts his head, grabbing the back of your thighs and pulling you into his lap.
“Put my cock inside you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your neck. “Be a good girl.”
Your lashes flutter at the vulgar term spilling from the usually polite man’s lips. Will’s hands scrape against your scalp and your brain is fuzzy with how good it all feels. Grabbing Hannibal’s length in your hand, you position your dripping cunt over the tip of his cock.
Sinking down makes your brows furrow. Hannibal isn’t as big as Will, but that isn’t saying much. The man still has a considerable size, and his girth stretches your gummy walls exceptionally. You whimper, settling down to the very base of his cock. Hannibal’s head tilts back and hits the headboard, his eyes squeezing shut to get used to the sensation of you wrapped around him. His big hands splay across your hips and Will nuzzles your throat affectionately.
“Daddy.” you whine, your little pussy beginning to rock onto Hannibal.
“Yes?”
“Fuck me, please?”
He smiles, pulling you further against him so he can brace his feet underneath you. His cock gives a few shallow thrusts, getting used to your heat, before moving into more dangerous territory. It isn’t long before he’s jackhammering into you, your head tilted back by Will’s big hands. He demands you open your mouth, and you do. A glob of spit lands on your tongue, which you swallow greedily. Hannibal groans as he watches the scene.
“Filthy little things,” he mutters, pulling you into a kiss. You both share Will’s saliva on your intertwining tongues.
Your thighs shake as Hannibal’s cock and balls leak with Will’s cum. The sound is utterly sinful— the gushing sounds of his cock pummeling your filled pussy, his balls slapping against your ass, the sobs tearing through your throat. Tears stream down your cheeks and you’re sobbing.
Hannibal’s fingers reach down to your clit, deftly rubbing against the swollen nub exactly the way you like. It isn’t long before you reach your peak, your pussy clenching down as a string of filthy words makes its way out of your throat, burying your face in Hannibal’s white button down and staining it with salty tears. Will is an absolute sweetheart, guiding your hips with his hands to help you, cooing little sweet sayings in your ear. He cakes your throat in pretty red marks.
Hannibal draws closer to his orgasm, small grunts and heavy breaths spilling out of his mouth. It isn’t long before he empties inside you, filling you up with a second load of sticky, white cum. He pulls your limp body off of his length, your pussy making a gushing sound as both of your boyfriend’s dribble out of you. The two men sigh when they see it, their cocks both twitching at the sight.
But all three of you have had enough for the day— or at least for the next few hours. Hannibal disappears out of the room for a moment to bring back a glass of water and lotion. He holds the water to your lips and sweetly coos, “you’ve been such an obedient girl. Drink, okay?”
You do, of course. You drink the whole damn glass.
After going into the bathroom to pee and wipe your cum covered thighs, Hannibal lotions your sore bottom with gentle hands. After this you finally crawl back into bed, moving onto your stomach and hugging your pillow tightly. Will chuckles.
“You don’t want a bubble bath?” He asks, because that’s usually what you request. But you just shake your head, your eyes fluttering shut. Not asleep, but almost. Will nods his head. “Later then, sweet girl.”
The boy crawls to your side, wrapping his big arm around you and pulling you to his side. Hannibal soon joins, his tie loosened and jacket off, pants unbuttoned. It’s rare to see him in such a messy state, relaxed. Only you and Will can help him unwind like this.
He lays on his back, and you lay your head on his chest, inhaling his strong, expensive cologne. Beside you, you can smell the aftershave that Will wears— Hannibal teases him about it, but you’re quite fond of it. It smells like home.
They smell like home.
You smile sleepily, watching with barely open eyes as Hannibal and Will’s hands connect over you. As you fall into a peaceful sleep, the two men on either side of you stay wide awake.
After a moment, Will chuckles.
“So I’m assuming we’ll be using my belt more often?”
“Guaranteed,” hannibal confirms, watching you drool onto his shirt in your sleep. He never mentions it to you because he doesn’t want you to be embarrassed. “Perhaps we can use it on you next time, Will”
The younger man scoffs, his cheeks flaring as he buries his face into your hair.
“Shut up, Hanni.”
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[NBC] Hannibal Headcanons [Part 2]
Masterlist
Other Stuff I have written: Link
Part One
Social
Flirtatious Charm: She is a rather flirtatious individual, known to weave cheesy pick-up lines in ways which made them more charming rather than off putting.
Supportive and Empathetic: She is supportive of her friends and loved ones, always there when someone wants to talk about something or vent. No matter what the issue might be.
Nicknames: She gives nicknames to her close friends and often uses them. More than their first names.
Playful Teasing: Teases people she knows are comfortable with it, she would never do this type of thing if someone wasn't comfortable.
Poly
[Marianna's Point of View]
Marianna loves spoiling both Hannibal and Will, with books, tickets to theatre plays and treating them to either lunch or dinner.
Marianna's Love Language is both Physical Touch and gift giving.
Marianna loves taking care of her partners, making sure they're well-fed, supported and comfortable in any way possible.
She uses humor to diffuse tension between her partners, often making witty remarks to lighten the mood before it becomes too heavy.
Marianna values the opinions of her partners more than someone else's. Often asking for their input or advice before making important decisions which could impact all of them.
She often makes sure things are stocked up enough so her partners won't have to worry about running out of anything, from basic essentials to luxury items they enjoy.
She enjoyed making surprise gift baskets for her partners while she's visiting places outside of America.
Marianna is a strong advocate for self-care and makes sure her partners take time for themselves to recharge and relax.
General
Marianna owns a blind, long haired ragdoll, Siamese mixed cat. Which she named Professor Morris. Which she adopted from a rescue shelter when she first moved to America.
She likes planning ahead, by planning ahead it is usually a month to two months in advance.
She doesn't like the dark, not being of the sake of being afraid of the dark. But the potential dangers hiding or using the dark as a way to hide themselves from her.
She doesn't like being late, it's something she doesn't doesn't like doing and even if its not in her control. She feels terrible about it anyway.
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Routine Check Up
Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham x Fem!Reader
Also on AO3
Summary: The good Dr. Lecter stops by to check up on Will Graham's favorite pet.
Word Count: 2.3k words
Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, i think i was possessed while writing this, Plot? What fucking plot?, light petplay... but in the female gaze ig, Dom/Sub dynamic, light dehumanization, threesome, Hannibal gets to put his PhD to good use,Oral, unprotected p in v (don't you dare) ,dirty talk, self indulgent afffff, ....breeding kink?
A/N: I DECIDED TO SAY FUCK IT. @glitchedpup dedicating it to you here too!
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You woke to the sound of a car pulling up the gravel road, and Will’s dogs barking outside.
On the bedside clock, it read eight thirty AM. You usually woke up around the same time as Will, but you supposed he’d let you sleep in a little longer this time. It was a Sunday, after all.
Moments later, there was knocking on the front door. Will padded over from the kitchen and he opened it to reveal Hannibal. You sat up in the bed, curious, and crawled forward a little to get a better look.
“Hannibal,” he greeted in an even tone, even if you could tell he was a little surprised. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Just a routine check-up, Will,” he said with a small shrug, looking over his shoulder at you. “Have to keep her healthy, right?”
“No courtesy call beforehand? That’s uncharacteristic of you,” Will noted, stepping aside to let him in. “I suppose you meant to surprise us.”
Once more, Hannibal smiled enigmatically, a glint of mischief in his amber eyes. “I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d stop by.”
He hung up his jacket by the door, and Will motioned for you to stand up and come closer.
You shot him a quizzical look, but made no questions as you scurried over to them, standing at attention next to Will.
“Hello, there,” Hannibal said amicably. “Mind if I take a look at you?”
You nodded quickly, almost eagerly. Will raised an eyebrow at this, but Hannibal kept his eyes on you.
This was one of his little games, a constant reminder of who had the upper hand. You knew what he called you to others — Will Graham’s favorite pet.
Still, you didn’t mind playing along, and it seemed like Will didn’t either. You weren’t sure what that said about you, but you found it wasn’t quite as mortifying as one might expect.
“I’ll need her to…” Hannibal trailed off, gesturing at your figure.
“Strip,” Will commanded, barely glancing at you.
You did as told, eyeing the doctor peripherally. He was appraising you as well, slightly impressed at your unflinching obedience.
You’d been well trained, after all.
You weren’t wearing much, just one of Will’s t-shirts and cotton underwear, both of which fell unceremoniously to the floor. You didn’t cover yourself as you were bared to the room, instead keeping your expression neutral and arms at your sides.
“Where do you need me?” You asked, voice low.
“Just where you are is fine,” he said, setting down his bag. “Now let’s see…”
First, he checked your pulse, fingers resting gently on your wrist as he looked down at his watch. When his fingers moved to your neck, you kept eye contact as he felt your lymph nodes, tracing up to your jaw, behind your ear and down to your collarbones.
His eyes watched your throat work as you swallowed hard, glancing at Will. Hannibal knew just how much you trusted him to guide you. You cared for him the same way he cared for you, and surrender was a price you gladly paid for it.
For a long time, you had a constant need to be in control of not just yourself, but also your surroundings. Every detail had to be accounted for; Every single possibility dissected and analyzed. It was essential for survival.
That was until you met Will, and you grew sick and tired of control. There were no more ruins to scurry out of, or prevent. Devotion was all that was left, and that was something Hannibal could understand.
“Open your mouth, please. Let’s see these teeth,” Hannibal instructed.
Once more, you did as told. He hummed in thought as he looked over your canines and front teeth. Then he stretched your lips back with two fingers so he could see all of your molars, too.
“Good,” he murmured under his breath, and for a brief, wild moment, you wanted to sink your teeth into his hand.
His thumb then swiped over your bottom lip, and it was then that you gave in to your urges. You nipped at it, holding it between your teeth for a moment.
“Ah, ah,” Will tsked, reaching over and grabbing the back of your neck firmly.
He gave you a stern look, and you let go of Hannibal’s thumb grudgingly.
Hannibal chuckled, delighted. “Sharp, as expected. Apologies, had to coax that out of her.”
Playing with fire, you thought, figuring that was exactly what he wanted. You wondered if you’d get a better taste of him at some point.
With a stethoscope — because he took his role very seriously — he checked your heartbeat and your breathing, both of which seemed to quicken a little at his nearness.
“No need to be nervous,” he said reassuringly, but his smile told you he was very much enjoying making you feel that way.
The end of the stethoscope was cold against your flesh, which made you shudder a little. Your nipples hardened, too, which was a detail he did not miss.
A soft, pleasured hum escaped you as his fingers grazed the skin right under your breasts, his touch not entirely clinically detached.
“Quiet, now. Let the doctor do his work,” Will chastised.
For his part, Hannibal inhaled deeply, closing his eyes momentarily.
“Someone’s in heat,” he noted, sharing a look with Will. “I could take care of it, if you like.”
Will’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Hmm, that explains why she’s been humping my leg. But is it necessary?”
“You wouldn’t want to leave her unattended, would you?”
You tried not to let a traitorous blush spread across your cheeks at Will’s analyzing gaze, dipping your chin slightly in confirmation.
“I might just have to check your temperature, too,” Hannibal added, tilting his head to one side. “Could I have you bend over the couch, please?”
Will nodded towards it, and off you went, kneeling on the armrest and placing your hands on the cushion.
You kept still as the doctor approached with slow, easy steps. His fingers traced the curve of your ass before dipping lower, to the source of your ache.
Will sat beside your head, tucking your hair behind your ear. He watched you shoot Hannibal a frustrated look as he teased you, fingers gliding up your slit. He gripped your chin just as you bared your teeth, wanting to bite once more.
Then, you swallowed back a low whine as he easily sank his middle finger into you. You heard his huff of amusement as you pushed your hips back needily.
“Running a little hot…” Hannibal mused. “We’ve got to remedy that, don’t we?”
You shot him another look, pleading this time. Your pupils were blown wide with desire, almost swallowing your irises, and your breaths came out long and slow.
You gripped one of Will’s arms, urging him towards you, desperate to touch him as well.
“Think you deserve a treat?” He murmured, raising an eyebrow. “Go on, earn it.”
Will scooted closer, your head now on his lap. You breathed in his familiar scent, and you licked his crotch through the thin fabric of his boxers.
Hannibal chuckled. “Oh, but she’s being so good…”
Will glanced up at him. “Hmm, she’s been showing off a little for you. Can’t let that become a habit.”
Hannibal’s hand retreated, and a complaint was starting to form in your throat when you heard the metallic clink of his belt, followed by the rasp of his zipper being pulled down.
You also heard a wet pop as he sucked your arousal off his finger, loving the taste of you. Oh, he’d definitely need to try it directly from the source, too.
“Not to worry, we’ll take good care of her,” he purred, bending closer to your ear. “Just needed some extra attention is all, didn’t you?”
You nodded, spreading your knees further apart. Will’s hand rested on your head as you continued to lap at him. You felt him hardening against your insistent tongue, lips tracing the outline of his shaft. The smell and the heat of him were making you delirious with lust, driving any sort of coherency out the window.
Behind you, Hannibal spread you open with both hands in order to get a better look at his next meal. He knelt, pushing his slacks down and gripping himself.
His hot breath blew against your soaked core for a mere second before he licked you clit to ass in one long, languid stripe. His expert tongue then dipped into the deep well of your cunt, and you felt the vibration of his groan.
He stroked himself as he continued his ministrations, closing his eyes as all his other senses were invaded by you.
You let out a choked whine, eyes fluttering closed as you pressed your cheek against Will’s growing bulge. He had you lift your head as he shifted his hips, pulling off his boxers and finally letting you get your reward.
You practically melted at the taste of him as you took him into your mouth — musky and slightly salty. You knew the exact way he liked to be tended to, guiding yourself by the sounds he made.
You moaned around him, and he gathered your hair in his fist, keeping it away from your face. He kept your head down for a moment when he was all the way down your throat, and you breathed slowly through your nose.
“There we go,” Will sighed, petting your head. “That’s it.”
Your mind went blank for a moment as Hannibal lapped up all your arousal with gusto. Will let you come up for air, gently pulling you up by the hair to meet his lips in a sloppy kiss.
Before your head descended once more, you looked at him, glassy-eyed and smiling beatifically. The same adoration was mirrored in his eyes as he tenderly ran the back of his finger down your cheek.
“Atta girl, taking it all so well,” Hannibal praised, standing up. “I think you’re ready for me.”
He slowly eased into you, letting out a low groan as he bottomed out. You sucked in a breath, adjusting to the delicious stretch. Instinctually, you moved against him, seeking much more friction than he was currently providing.
“Don’t have to do… much of the work myself,” He grunted, grabbing your hips in a half-attempt to slow you down. “So very eager, this one.”
“Loves to please. Everything she gets, she earns,” Will said proudly. “Makes it so much better, doesn’t it?”
“Well trained indeed.”
At such an angle, you could feel Hannibal reaching impossibly deep, hitting a spot that made your eyes roll back in your skull. You moaned against Will’s skin, teeth digging lightly into his inner thigh.
As bad as you might want it, you knew he wouldn’t let you make him come with your mouth. He was next in line after Hannibal, and he intended to leave a lasting impression. That wasn’t to say he didn’t want you to keep touching him, though.
Hannibal’s grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder, in which he chased his release. You were already clenching him hard, close to the edge yourself. Then one of his hands reached between your legs, rubbing your clit in quick, tight circles.
Heat spread throughout you like wildfire, all-consuming. You reached back to grip one of his forearms, unsure if it was a plead for mercy or for him to never stop. It didn’t take long for you to come undone, mouth slack in pleasure as you moaned wantonly, melting into the heady feeling of them both.
Soon after, Hannibal’s hips stuttered, and then they stopped when he was fully sheathed inside of you. You could feel him pulsate as he was gripped in his own euphoria, branding you much like Will had done countless times before.
Once more, Will kissed you, murmuring a soft good girl against your lips. Hannibal pulled out of you, panting as he bent forward to plant a kiss on your spine.
“I think she can give us another one,” he said. “In fact, I highly recommend it.”
Will nodded in agreement. “Doctor’s orders.”
He moved you onto the couch cushions as they switched places. Hannibal presented himself before you, leaning back with a lupine sort of smirk.
Will’s thrusts were swift and savage as you licked Hannibal clean. It was only polite to tend to the doctor after being so very helpful. Your tongue was especially enthusiastic as you neared your second orgasm.
His fingers dug into your flesh hard enough to bruise. By his more unrestrained sounds, you could tell he was right there with you. When he came, his body slumped forward, chest flush against your back.
His hot breath was against your neck as he pressed himself tighter against you. He was still buried to the hilt, making sure no drop was wasted.
When he unsheathed himself from you, you collapsed onto the couch, body spread between the two of them. You felt boneless and utterly sated, swimming in dopamine.
“Good job. That should hold you for some time, hmm?” Hannibal said, looking down at you resting on his lap.
Will huffed in amusement, caressing your legs. “You’ll find she’s quite insatiable.”
The two shared a look, all too happy to shoulder the so-called burden of your constant hunger.
“You should’ve just said you missed me, Doctor Lecter,” you said with a teasing grin. “Could’ve saved us the theatrics.”
He smirked. “Oh, but where’s the fun in that?”
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Platonic!Yandere Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham w/ Child!Reader
You knocked on the door of the large house Hannibal had picked out for him and Will to live in. It was out of the way from the town, so it was odd to receive a knock. Luckily, it was Will that answered rather than Hannibal. The other kids in town said the men who lived in this house liked to kidnap badly behaving girls and boys and eat them up like the witch in Hansel and Gretel. But this man didn’t seem scary. He seemed nice as he scolded their dogs for running out of the house.
“Hello, mister, I’m selling chocolate-covered pretzel sticks for my school and wanted to see if you would like to buy one?” You asked, trying to sound confident but sounding shaky instead. He didn’t seem to mind; he seemed happy you were there. “I happen to love chocolate-covered pretzels, but my husband thinks they are too simple to be a good treat. Let’s see what flavors you have.” He begins looking through the flavors you brought when his husband, Hannibal, silently walks up behind the other man. “Who is this?” He asks Will.
“Oh, this is… uh…” You stop him and introduce yourself and again explain why you are there. “This is quite a ways away from the town; surely you did not walk all the way here.” Hannibal questions. “No, sir, I rode my bike. I knew there were a few houses out this way, and I was determined to visit.”
Your determination pleases Hannibal but slightly concerns him. You’re an innocent child. You can’t be out riding your bike on these secluded roads. Will quits digging in the pretzel box, “I have to go get dog food anyway; I could bring you back to town. We will take the whole box of your pretzels since you came all this way out here.” Hannibal seems mildly annoyed by this. You remember that Will said Hannibal thinks they are too simple. Will leaves you alone with Hannibal to grab some cash. “Would you like to step inside? You’ll get sick out there.” Hannibal asks. You gratefully step in. “Your home is pretty.” You observe, earning a soft approving smile from Hannibal.
“Thank you, not many people your age appreciate style. Though you don’t seem like many people your age.” After he finishes talking, you try to stay quiet, and finally, Will returns, giving you the money for your entire box of pretzels. “Now I’m heading into town; would you like a ride?” Will offers. “Yes, please.” You tell him.
The ride back is quiet until he begins to talk. “Most kids avoid our house for their fundraisers. Do you know why?” You glance nervously, “I think it’s just too far.” It’s an obvious lie. “You don’t have to worry about being polite. I know there’s probably a crazy rumor about Hannibal and me.” You stay silent, but the silence is too loud to handle, “All the kids think you and Dr. Lecter like to kidnap and girls and boys and eat them up like the witch in Hansel and Gretel.”
“Well, maybe that’s why I needed all those sweet pretzels, so Dr. Lecter and I could finish building our cottage made of candy.” He seems a little sad at the revelation of this rumor. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have said anything.” He smiles and says, “Don’t worry about it. You could make it up to me by telling me how this rumor got started.”
“One of the boys that graduated high school last year told his little brother that he broke into your home on a dare and found human meat in the freezer, but he couldn’t go to the police because he was trespassing and he was high.” You finish explaining. Will smiles a bit, but it has a nervous edge this time, “Do you think we eat bad girls and boys?” You think about it, “no, because you had a bunch of times where you could have killed and eaten me.”
“Are you a bad kid?” Will asks teasingly. “I don’t know. I get in trouble sometimes. My house is in town away, in a trailer park.” Will knew which trailer park. It was “the bad part of town” he knew because he saw the crime statistics for that area and the number of times the cops are called out there. He had seen them the few times he and Hannibal helped with the local law. Hannibal had gotten close with the town’s political figures, and Will had basically been made into an honorary detective with the law enforcement. This town was corrupt to its core, but it was away from the prying eyes of the FBI, and it’s the only place Hannibal and Will could agree on geographically. Will’s only stipulation was that there were good places to fish.
Eventually, you make it to the trailer. Will waits until you make it inside. He cannot help but think about Abigail. He could have had a potential family with Hannibal if things had gone correctly. He was happy with Hannibal and the dogs, but something about you made him want more.
Weeks pass, and he does not bring the topic up to Hannibal. Little did he know Hannibal had been keeping an extra close eye on you. He did it under the guise of getting more pretzels for Will and then special ordering one of the unique flavors that you did not have so he could come back around to "check on the order." Will finds this all out when you see him in the store and give him the order Hannibal had placed.
"That kid from the other day gave me the order you placed," Will says placing the box on the table. "I thought you hated junk food."
"I do; they were a surprise for you. You seem to have taken a liking to the child." Hannibal observes. "They're a good kid. They kind of remind me of Abigail." The room becomes silent for a second too long. Hannibal hates it when Will brings up Abigail. "You seem to like the kid too. You went out of your way to find them to order the pretzels when there were plenty of easier options to order from." Hannibal knows he has been caught.
"They're a well-behaved child, very polite. Like Abigail." Hannibal says somewhat pointedly. "Have you thought about us expanding our family? Not with another dog, but with a human?" Hannibal asks before Will has time to respond to the first statement.
"I hadn't, and then that kid came knocking at the door, and since then, it is all I can think about. But I don't want any kid. Our kid from the trailer park seems to be the best fit; it has to be them." Will explains, hoping that Hannibal will understand.
"Then so be it; they will be our child for us to protect," Hannibal says as if this is a normal conversation.
As the two men begin to work on a plan to add you to their family, their fatherly love for you grows more into fatherly obsession. You're their kid; no one gets to hurt you. Once you're safe and comfortable in their home, no one but them will get to be around you until they know you love them just as much. Hannibal wastes no time putting your room together with all of your favorite things. They were going to make your room the same way it is in the trailer until Hannibal saw the state of your room and became disgusted by the idea of that kind of room being in his expensive house.
Will tries to make a plan to make your transition to their house easier. He finds all kinds of games and activities you are sure to love, even the ones that Hannibal is convinced are bad for your growing brain.
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Nothing to worry about now
Leon S Kennedy x f!Reader
Reader is in Ashley’s position. Can be read as reader insert or Ashley x Leon.
Summary: Leon had just rescued you from that godforsaken island, and the two of you had found civilisation to rest and relax in a hotel, before you both return to the U.S the following day.
Warnings: Smut 18+. Injury detail.
Words: 5.9k
A/N: This started out on a whim, I was thinking about writing something involving giving Leon a massage because god knows that man needs one and it turned into this!:)
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The two of you practically fell into the hotel room. Hell and back, that’s where you’d been. You were both covered head to toe in filth, Leon more so than you and he practically collapsed into the room as he shrugged his holster off. Mere hours ago, you and Leon had been speeding away from that godforsaken island, and watched as it crashed and burned into nothing but ash. You’d clung to him as he’d sped off further towards land in the opposite direction. You weren’t entirely sure where you were, you just knew it was safe. Civilised. People weren’t infected with a mind controlling parasite. Although, it was somewhere still in Spain, you knew that much. Hunnigan had scouted it for you along with the hotel. It was much prettier than out there on the island, although that wouldn’t be too hard in all fairness.
“Oh my god, an actual bed! With actual sheets! And running water!” You cried as you lunged for the bathroom sink, turning on the faucet and immediately washing your hands and splashing cold, clean water over your face. It felt amazing.
“You head in the shower first.” Leon said, his voice reflecting sheer exhaustion, it wasn’t a question but more of a friendly demand. You nodded, not wanting to argue. Clicking the door shut, you immediately peeled off the dirty clothes you’d been wearing for far too long. The hot water felt like bliss against your bruised and battered skin. If this was the condition you were in, you dreaded to think about the state of Leon. That poor man had been through hell to rescue you. You weren’t sure how you were ever going to repay him. Such a tremendous debt you’d owe to him forever. As much as it was Leon’s job (and as much as he liked to remind you of that) you couldn’t fathom the sheer selflessness it takes in a person to go to such lengths, for someone they don’t even know. You were completely in awe of him.
As much as the hot water and steam were heavenly after the past few days, you were very conscious of the fact Leon wanted to shower too. And God knows he was more deserving.
You hurried as you lathered shampoo in your hair and scrubbed your skin with coconut-smelling soap the hotel provided. Before, you wouldn’t have dreamed of using the hotel provided shampoo and soap but at this moment in time, it was the best thing you’d ever smelt and was the best thing you’d ever put on your body. Shutting the water off, you grabbed the large towel from the hook and dried yourself off, wrapping it around you making it into a dress before cracking open the door a little. Steam escaped the tiny gap in the door, and the air from the bedroom that seeped in felt almost icy in comparison. You peeked out of the gap, the room seemingly empty.
“Leon?” You said.
“I’m here.”
You jumped a little as Leon was resting right next to the bathroom doorway, his eyes tired but still looking firmly alert with his arms crossed. He’d been waiting outside the bathroom door like a guard dog.
“Leon, have you been standing there the entire time?” You asked, opening the bathroom door a little wider now and stepping back into the bedroom, clutching the towel that was around you.
“I’m not trying to be a creep or anything, but it’s still my job to protect you.” He responded.
You sighed, feeling a little guilty that he couldn’t relax even in what you considered to be a perfectly safe hotel room. You nodded in agreement though, knowing he was right, from what you’d witnessed, danger could be lurking around any corner. You retrieved some clean clothes from the large gym bag on the bed, given to you at reception upon your arrival, courtesy of Hunnigan of course.
Your eyes glanced over Leon’s frame, his entire body covered in bruises and lacerations and filth as he stood in the bathroom doorway. He couldn’t take his eyes off you.
“What’s wrong?” You whispered, your voice hoarse. Leon didn’t respond for a second. Concern plagued his expression, his eyes cloudy. You realised suddenly what was happening. He didn’t want to let you out of his sight.
“We’re okay. I’m okay. Go take a shower. I’m safe Leon. You did your job.” You reassured him. Leon still remained fixed to his spot, and sighed deeply through his nose.
“I’m serious. Go take a shower, you stink.” You joked, unfolding a clean plain white t-shirt that smelt honestly divine. Leon rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips, one you hadn’t seen very often.
“Do you mind if I leave the door open a crack? Just so I can hear if anything-” Leon began.
“Yes. If it makes you feel better.” You respond without hesitation, desperate for him to just go take care of himself. He nodded briefly, and then backed away properly into the bathroom, closing the door but keeping to his word by leaving it open a crack.
Deeming it clear to get dressed, you unwrapped the towel from around yourself and slung it on the bed temporarily, almost eagerly starting to throw the clean t-shirt over your head. That was when the bathroom door swung open once again, and you yelped slightly as Leon paced out of the bathroom.
“Leon!” You screamed, scrambling to cover yourself with the damp towel, but as soon as Leon had exited the bathroom, he’d thrown his arm in front of his eyes to shield his view, and made a point of going straight for the spare towels near the door.
“Sorry, no spare towels in there.” Leon explained this in almost one fluid word, grabbed a clean towel and headed back into the bathroom as quick as he’d left. You were left a bit bewildered, standing there with the damp towel pressed feebly against you and your t-shirt half hanging off your arm. You scoffed as your face flamed. You threw the shirt over your head, grabbing the pair of clean underwear and leggings out of the bag and throwing them on too.
The hot shower felt amazing, but climbing into bed, the sheets crisp and the pillows soft was a whole other experience. You’d never take home comforts and luxuries for granted again.
Sighing deeply, you settled under the sheets and sank into the pillows, your body aching from the strenuous trauma of the recent week. Your eyes slowly began to close, feeling for the first time in a long time, safe. Knowing Leon was a few feet away, and the faint sound of the shower running and the softness of the sheets were lulling you to sleep.
A short while later, you were disrupted from your dozing state by the bathroom door swinging open once again. You sat up slightly, your brain a little bit fuzzy.
You were met with the sight of Leon walking out of the bathroom with just a towel slung around his hips, sitting perfectly on his waist, his skin and hair still damp from the shower. He was a sight for sore eyes, you didn’t even realise you were staring till Leon stopped and caught you.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Leon quipped, snapping you out of your dazed indulging and you felt your face flush in embarrassment.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. You just startled me, was all.” You lied.
“You normally stare like that at something that scares you?” Leon teased, that ghost of a smile threatening on his lips again. It was refreshing to see, you were used to a mostly serious Leon, the occasional sarcastic comment not included.
“I do when it looks that good.” You murmured, surprising yourself. Although you’d spoke very quietly, you knew it was loud enough for him to hear. You almost immediately looked away, settling yourself back down into the bed and not daring to look back up. You couldn’t believe you’d just let that slip. What the fuck did you think you were doing?
There was a silence, and you still daren’t look anywhere but the pillow next to you.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it weird.” You said quickly.
“That was bold. I like it but you’re very wrong.” Leon responded.
“Wrong? I know it was wrong. I’m sorry.” You said quickly, turning yourself back over so you could see him again now.
“No, I mean you’re wrong about me looking good. You didn’t make it weird, don’t sweat.” Leon said cooly as he retrieved his own set of clean clothes from the bag. A t-shirt, some joggers and a jacket. He picked out only the joggers, and rested them on his palm for a minute before turning to look at you.
“You mind?” He said.
“Oh, sorry.” You apologised again, feeling your face flush scarlet for the millionth time as you shifted yourself onto your other side yet again, back to facing the wall and staring at the pillow. Listening, you could hear shuffling as Leon pulled his clothes on. You remained in your position, waiting for the all clear but it never came. Instead, you saw him make his way around the bed and he grabbed the two pillows next to you, before shuffling back round and throwing them on the floor.
“What are you doing?” You asked, sitting up and turning.
“Laying down.” Leon replied, chuckling slightly as though the answer was obvious.
“On the floor?”
“Yeah, you can have the bed.”
“What?” You said, aghast.
“You can have the bed…?” Leon repeated, unsure why your reaction was one of shock.
“That’s ridiculous. You’ve been getting beaten black and blue for the better part of a week, now you get your ass into this bed.” You demanded.
“I was just doing my job.”
“Yeah I get it, and I don’t care. You deserve a comfortable bed to sleep in, I mean, Christ, when was the last time either of us had a good night’s sleep? Now, come on. I insist. You need proper rest.”
Leon sighed, breaking eye contact with you and knowing that you weren’t going to change your mind anytime soon. He’d only known you for the past couple of days, but it was enough time to learn that you were as stubborn as anything.
“At least budge up to that side, I’m sleeping by the door.” Leon said, picking up the pillows from the floor and throwing them back on the bed where they belonged. You did as he asked, knowing that that was going to be something non-negotiable. You were aware it was his job to protect you, as he’d reminded you many a times when you’d thanked him, but you couldn’t not notice just how protective Leon actually was. It was in his nature.
Once you’d shuffled over, you winced dramatically at the cold side of the bed.
“I see you were keeping it warm for me.” Leon said smugly, as he climbed into your previously occupied spot that was toasty warm.
“Yeah, you’re welcome.” You quipped back, sarcastically. “I’m freezing now.” You huffed.
“That can be resolved easily.”
“Are you one of those guys that’s like a fucking sauna in bed?”
“Uhh… I guess so.”
“Well great, ‘cause I get cold in bed.” You responded, smiling as Leon returned your expression. He held your gaze for a moment, the smile faltering for a split second before he proceeded to sit up, exposing his back to you and what you were faced with could’ve made you cry.
His broad, muscular back was painted with bruises, lacerations and an array of scars. There was a bright red slash that crossed over his shoulder blades that looked incredibly painful, and all you could do was lay there and stare for a moment. Leon was oblivious of you watching the way his muscles flexed, as he moved to grab water from the nightstand.
“Leon…” You whispered involuntarily, whilst staring at his countless injuries.
“Hmm?” He hummed, as he took a swig out of the bottle and twisted to face you.
“Your back.”
“What about it? Oh- yeah. It’s no big deal.”
“It looks painful.” Your voice was still barely more than a whisper.
“It’s nothing.”
“Let me look.” You insisted, sitting up yourself now. “May I?”
Leon paused for a moment, before nodding and giving you permission to touch him. Gently, you traced your fingers on his scars and bruises, careful not to touch the fresh cut.
“There must be something we can clean that up with in here.” You muttered to yourself.
“It’ll be fine, honestly. It’s mostly healed now at least.”
“What did this?”
Leon laughed humourlessly, and you pressed your lips together.
“Right, good point.” You agreed. “At least let me get you some ice or something? It looks so painful.”
“No, I’m not letting you out of my sight. Listen, Y/N, trust me I’ve dealt with worse, and not gonna lie the shower helped a lot. I’ll be fine. Why don’t you get some sleep?”
You sighed. “Okay but the minute we land you’re getting that checked out.”
“Whatever you say.”
“I’m serious, Leon.” And you were in fact very serious. The affection you felt towards this man had grown by the day, and to see him with so many injuries, and to think they were from saving you, it made you incredibly upset. Lost in thought, you began absentmindedly tracing lines on his back, gentle as ever. Leon didn’t move, he felt his tense muscles relax under your touch, but they soon tightened again once he felt the familiar warmth bloom in his chest.
He’d been harbouring feelings towards you too, growing closer over the time the two of you had been in each other's company. But he was very aware of who you were, and the fact he had been entrusted wholly with the task of rescuing you and bringing you home safely. And not just by anyone for that matter. Leon could not, under any circumstances, make a move on you. No matter how badly he wanted to.
Or how nice your touch felt right now.
Leon’s muscles tensing under your fingertips jolted you out of your little daydream
“Are you okay? You’re so tense.” You mumbled again, removing your hand.
“Yeah… Nothing new there.” Leon laughed, again his voice devoid of humour.
“You want me to help with that?”
Leon froze again, and then cleared his throat softly, trying desperately to hide any form of emotion on his face - something he was usually good at but at this moment in time his award winning poker face was about to get knocked off the podium.
“Hmm? What do you mean by that?” He asked, in a low voice.
“Well, I’ve been told I give great massages.”
Leon breathed a silent sigh of relief, a massage. Okay. That wasn’t anything too weird. He could control himself over a massage, if you were insistent on giving him one which he had a feeling you were. No big deal.
“Oh. I’ve never had one, so I got nothing to compare it to.” Leon shrugged.
“What? You’ve never had a massage? And was that a yes by the way?” You asked all of this very quickly, a smile creeping on your face.
“Yes, and yes.” Leon chuckled hesitantly. You beamed, ordering him to turn further away from you so you could reach his shoulders properly.
“Okay, I’ll be gentle.” You hummed, as you shuffled cross legged on the bed to position yourself directly behind him, straightening your back before raising your hands in anticipation to touch his shoulders. With Leon facing away from you, the anticipation of him waiting for your touch almost killed him. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.
“You ready?” You asked, as your hands hesitated above his bare skin, feeling nervous all of a sudden. Leon hummed in response, and with his permission you rested your hands on his broad shoulders and began massaging deep circles into his muscles. A sigh and a low groan escaped Leon’s lips at the pressure of your fingertips on his sore skin.
“See what you’ve been missing?” You smiled, as you continued to gently work into his muscles which were solid.
“Jesus Leon, you said you were tense but my God.” You murmured to him, but Leon was lost in his own little world right now as he succumbed to your hands. Your voice, your hands, the way you felt, hell even the smell of you was driving him crazy right now. This wasn’t a good idea.
Leon tried his best to put those thoughts to the side, relaxing into your touch once more and that’s when you leaned in further, kneading into a particularly painful knot and your hot breath brushed on his skin. It gave him goosebumps and he swore under his breath.
“You okay?” You asked softly, immediately slowing your pace in case you were hurting him.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I’m not gonna lie this feels fucking amazing.”
“I’m glad.” You smiled to yourself, bursting with pride and so happy you were making him feel good
The two of you sat in a comfortable silence as you continued to knead his shoulders until your fingers started to ache and his skin was red raw.
“Okay, now on your front.” You said, suddenly.
“Sorry?”
“Lay down on your front on the bed, I’m gonna get the rest of your back.” You explained with a laugh at the slightly baffled look on Leon’s face.
“Oh, you’re really going all out on this?”
“You bet. I’m providing a service here.”
Leon chuckled but did as you asked, which surprised you. He mostly had some objections when it came to pretty much anything that didn’t involve sitting and guarding you.
Once Leon was situated on his front, his elbows propping his head up, you swung a leg over to straddle his hips, giving you full access to his bruised and scarred back.
“I’ll be really careful not to touch your cut, okay?” You said, quietly.
“It’s fine. I didn’t expect you to be sitting on me whilst you did this.” Leon interjected, his voice, for once, full of humour.
“Hey, don’t question my methods.” You quipped back.
“I’m not, I’m not.” Leon protested, jokingly.
The sensation of your hands pressing into his skin shut him up again pretty sharpish, replacing his teasing words with soft sighs and groans. You carefully avoided any fresh looking bruises and cuts, mainly focusing on his lower back as you’d freed up most of his upper back already. The sight of his injuries still made you upset, and you questioned to yourself: why on earth would anyone do this job? I mean, of course you weren’t complaining, you’d been saved but, it was a line of work so gruelling, and filled with danger and trauma. The question burned into your brain as you scanned over every bruise and laceration, but you thought it best to keep the question to yourself for the time being, being your goal here was to make Leon relax, not interrogate him about his choice of job.
Continuing to press calming circles into Leon’s skin, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of the A/C and the odd sigh coming from Leon. Time flew by, you weren’t sure how long you’d been sat doing this but you could feel your eyelids growing heavier and heavier.
“You can stop now, your hands must hurt.” Leon said, softly.
“I am getting really sleepy.” You admitted, a yawn following your sentence as you released your hands from his skin and rolled back onto the bed next to him.
“How was that?” You sighed, tucking your hands under your head before rolling sleepily to face an uncharacteristically content looking Leon.
“Pretty damn good.” He smiled, a tired but genuine smile and it made you mirror his expression.
“Good.” You beamed, eyes almost shutting now but you were fighting to keep them open, desperate to take in every sight of the man before you.
“Leon, can I ask you something?” You said, hesitantly.
“Sure.” He replied, as he turned himself onto his back now, sighing at the noticeable relief in his back and shoulders.
“Why do you do this job?”
Leon stared at the ceiling for a moment, before lulling his head and turning to you.
“Because it’s my job.”
“I know it’s your job. I mean, why did you choose it?”
Leon waited another moment, deciding how he could phrase this knowing there wasn’t really anything he could disclose about the nature of his ‘employment’ without putting you or himself in danger.
“Let’s just say, I didnt choose it.”
“Oh, like the job chose you or something? You one of those?” You teased, but the way Leon’s expression didn’t falter from a serious stare as his head lulled back towards you told you he wasn’t joking. He was deadly serious.
“You mean like, you were forced?” You asked, so quietly you were almost whispering now. You took Leon’s lack of response as a ‘yes’. What on earth could have possibly happened to this man, that he was forced to do something as harrowing as this for a living? A month ago, you wouldn’t have believed there could be such evil in the world. Presently, you didn’t need to ask further questions to get a rough idea of what Leon’s predicament was. You’d witnessed enough insanity and cruelty to last you a life time, and certainly enough to know that whatever Leon had been through had to have been horrific if it meant he was bound to this for life.
“I’m sorry.” Was all you could manage, in a whisper as you tried not to let emotion overtake you. “You deserve so much better.”
Leon looked back at you, his blue eyes piercing but his expression, as always, was unreadable. Yours on the other hand, well he could read you like a book.
“Hey, hey. Don’t get upset. No need for that.” Leon shushed as he turned to face you, putting a hand behind your head and pulling you gently into his chest. “What’re you crying for?”
“Nothing, I’m fine. I just, feel so bad.” You sniffed as you pulled away from him gently, slightly embarrassed that you were crying.
“Why?”
“Well, because you’re just a wonderful person Leon, and to think that you didn’t get a say in… in this. Well, it just makes me sad.” You explained, through teary eyes.
“Listen to me, it is what it is. I make the best of it, y’know? There’s always a silver lining, to everything. Like, if I wasn’t doing this job, I wouldn’t have met you.”
You eyes shifted back towards him, looking up at him through wet eyelashes, a blush creeping up your cheeks.
“You mean that?” You said.
“God, yes. I know I don’t say much but, I think you’re incredible, Y/N. And hell, I’d do all that again twice over if it meant I got to meet you every single time.”
You were shocked into silence for a moment, unable to speak as you processed the words he was saying.
“Really? You’d go through all of that again?” You managed to respond.
“Well…” Leon jokingly looked upwards, placing a hand under his chin feigning deep thought.
“Hey!” You nudged him gently, and he immediately started laughing and you giggled with him.
“No but seriously, I mean it. You make it worth it.”
Stunned into silence once again, you simply stared into his eyes, flitting between his own crystal blue gaze and then subconsciously to his lips.
“I’m sorry, that was probably too much.” Leon let out a small humourless laugh, rolling onto his back again and resting his palm on his stomach.
“No, no, not at all.”
“Listen, Y/N-“
“No, you listen.” You interrupted him gently, and propped yourself up on your elbow. “I like you Leon, a lot.”
He turned to look at you, it was his turn to look shocked now, his famous poker face finally slipping.
“You do?”
“Yes.” You said, firmly.
“No, see, I’m flattered, and I like you too, but-“
“No but’s, you like me and I like you, let’s leave it there.” You said quickly, a small smile forming on your lips and not wanting anything to ruin this moment.
“But,” Leon continued, and you felt your heart sink to the pit of your stomach. “Your dad trusted me in saving you. I can’t be interested in you in that way.”
“But… you are.” You stated.
“Yes… but that doesn’t mean to say I should act on it.” Leon countered, his tone annoyingly sensible.
“And what about me? Don’t I get a say in this? Can’t I, act on it?” You responded, your tone soft and teasing but you were also deadly serious beneath the facade. You wanted Leon so badly it hurt, and after all, what’s stopping you once that plane lands in the U.S and you’re returned safely home to your father? Mission accomplished and you’re no longer the objective, right?
You explained your thoughts aloud to a listening Leon, minus the wanting him so bad part.
“I hear what you’re saying, Y/N, I do. But I don’t think your dad would take too kindly-“
“Oh stop. Listen, I know my dads the president and all and he’s meant to be all big and scary but at the end of the day, he’s just my dad. And he’s gonna be absolutely thrilled to see me home safe and alive, and I for one won’t be letting him forget who brought me home… safe and alive.” You anunceated the last two words prominently, taking in Leon’s expression as he digested your words.
“He’s going to be indebted to you for the rest of his life.” You continued to press.
“Okay, maybe, maybe, you’ve got a point-“
“I know I do!” You interjected.
“But I still don’t think it would be allowed.” Leon finished, and you sighed dramatically, before leaning closer to him and saying lowly.
“I’m the president’s daughter, I’ll make it allowed.” You leaned back and grinned, taking in a slightly wide-eyed Leon.
“Okay. Let’s make a deal, we get back to the U.S, we get all dressed up, and I take you out for a nice dinner, how about that?” Leon proposed.
“Yeah, I think I’d quite like that, Leon.” You smiled, softly.
“Settled, then it’s a date.” He smiled back.
“You gotta seal the deal now.” You teased.
“Oh, we can seal the deal all night if you want to.”
“You’re so stupid.” You laughed as you closed the gap between you, finally tasting his sweet lips which you’d been craving. You’d made him yours.
3 weeks later
You’d lost track of time at this point, words failed you as you came for the fourth time on Leon’s tongue alone. He was relentless, his fingers gripping your thighs so tight it was bound to leave bruises. There was no chance of you closing your legs, he was going to have all of you and he wasn’t stopping till he was satisfied, you’d discovered this within the first week of the two of you dating.
Back arching off the mattress, you felt another orgasm building in your lower stomach, your mouth falling agape as nothing but strangled moans and gasps left your lips. Leon was taking in your every move, he’d learned more or less what you liked by now, what spots to suck harder and where to be a little gentler, but there was still so much to learn, so much to explore with you.
He dipped his tongue inside you, hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars and that was enough to push you over the edge. You fell silent this time, mouth staying open as your orgasm crashed over you and pleasure flooded through your body like electricity.
“Fuck! Leon.” You almost shrieked as you fell back on the mattress, desperately pushing his head away from overstimulation but his grip wasn’t relenting.
“Such a good girl for me.” Leon murmured against you, his tongue already brushing over you ready to start all over again.
“I can’t…”
“Yes you can.”
“No, no Leon…” You breathed desperately trying to catch your breath.
“Please let me touch you instead.” You tapped his forearm, signalling you wanted him to fully stop and he did as you instructed. A very simple gesture but something the two of you had established early on, it was important especially to Leon, that you felt wholly comfortable when you were intimate together.
“Thanks.” You breathed, absolutely fucked out but desperate to return the favour. You knelt on the bed, shuffling towards his now standing form and pulling him into a deep kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.
Reaching between the two of you, you palmed his hard length through his boxers, before eagerly slipping your hand inside and gripping him with your palm. Leon groaned at the skin on skin contact, immediately bucking his hips into your hand. He was rock hard, tip dripping with pre-cum as an attestment to how much eating you out turned him on. You moaned softly into his mouth too, just drawing pretty sounds out of him like this pleasured you just as much.
“Get on the bed. Let me take care of you.” You ordered softly, and Leon obliged, taking off his boxers. He laid down in the middle of the bed, splayed out for you, his cock pressing on his stomach. You climbed back over to him, kissing down his stomach before reaching where he needed you the most. You licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, and he groaned lowly and dropped his head back into the pillows.
You wasted no time before you took him fully in your mouth, using your hand to pump what wouldn’t fit. You twisted your palm around his length and bobbed your head in a rhythm that drove Leon crazy. Taking the time to swirl your tongue around the tip as you reached the top everytime, something you’d noticed he loved.
“Fuck baby that’s it.” Leon praised, his voice low in his throat in a way that caused heat to pool between your legs.
“Keep going, just like that for me.”
You continued working his cock, drinking in his every reaction and sound. He was very responsive, which was refreshing and quite frankly so hot.
You were like each other in the way you were both desperate to please, desperately eager to learn the others needs and wants.
Leon pulled you off of him with a groan, and your mouth made a popping sound as he pulled you off his cock and guided you towards his mouth. The kiss was passionate, one which he domineered as he tongue entered your mouth and he worked his fingers into your hair.
“Please, Leon. Please I need you to fuck me.” You begged pathetically.
“Relax, you’ll get what you want.” Leon breathed between kisses. In one fluid movement, you were on your stomach with your face pressed into the mattress and he was lining himself up with your entrance, teasing you.
He knew this drove you crazy, you bit your lip till it practically bled and you gripped the sheets, refraining from begging further. He still wasn’t moving.
“Leon…” you whined.
“Mhm?” He responded casually, cluelessly, whilst he continued to tease your soaking entrance.
“Stop fucking around, just please…”
The teasing stopped for a brief second, and you rejoiced in thinking you were getting what you wanted, but you were met with a palm hitting your ass cheek with a hard slap causing you to yelp.
“You wanna ask again sweetheart? Nicely?” Leon said as he massaged the skin on your ass that was now bright red.
“Please Leon, please fuck me.” You breathed again, your dignity out the window as you ached for him. Leon didn’t need to be told twice before he pushed inside of you, causing you both to moan out as he bottomed out. He began moving almost straight away, giving you a few moments to adjust to him before he was pounding into you at an unrelenting pace. You gripped the bed sheets desperately, each thrust sending you forward on the bed causing you to grip the sheets harder. You were a mess of moans and whines, repeats of his name spilling from your lips like it was the only word in your vocabulary. Leon’s hands were grasping your hips firmly, guiding you back onto him as he cock dragged in and out of you.
“Oh god, more please.” You cried out, desperate for him to go deeper, if that was even possible. Leon adjusted himself slightly, and slowed his thrusts down for a moment causing you to whine further from the lack of stimulation. You weren’t disappointed for long however, no, Leon couldn’t have that. He thrust back into you with force, his cock hitting your sweet spot with such vigour it made you cry out. He repeated the same movement, over and over again, slowly dragging his cock out and then slamming it back into you again.
“You like that better?” Leon murmured.
“Mhm.” Was all you could muster along with a frantic nod of encouragement, fearing he might stop if you didn’t like it but equally not being able to fully verbalise through your relentless moans of gratification. Leon chuckled to himself quietly, watching how you come undone around his cock like this never failed to amaze him. He loved it.
The familiar coil in your stomach wound again, tighter and tighter with each deep thrust before it snapped once again. You saw white, pleasure taking over as you writhed beneath your boyfriend and your pussy clenched and fluttered around him. This was enough for Leon, the sight of you going dumb on his cock was one thing, but feeling how your pussy clenched and pulsed around him pushed him over the edge. His hips stuttered and he emitted a low groan from his chest, before he pulled out and finished on your back.
He collapsed shortly after by your side, grabbing you a towel from your earlier excursion and cleaning you up so you could flip on your back too.
“Oh my god.” You sighed, your limbs resorting to jelly. Leon laughed breathily, catching his breath back as he rest a palm on his toned chest.
You both lay there for a moment, catching your breath and bathing in the aftermath of your highs.
“I’m so glad they sent me to save you.” Leon said after a second, turning to face you, his gaze on yours.
Your expression immediately softened at his words.
“I’m pretty glad they sent you too.” You smiled. Leon pulled you in and kissed you gently on the forehead.
“We should get some sleep, big day tomorrow.” You murmured against Leon’s chest.
“Big day?”
“Yes, you’re going golfing with my Dad, remember?” You reminded him.
“Oh, yeah. Almost forgot, cause that’s not terrifying or anything.”
“Shut up Leon, he loves you. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
Leon sighed, pulling you closer and tighter to his chest.
“I know I don’t, I’ve got you now. Nothin’ to worry about anymore.”
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Resident Evil 4
CLUELESS: Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader
Summary: Five times they were sure they weren't dating and one time they weren't. OR: Luis, Ashley, Ada and Krauser having enough of how oblivious and clueless they are about their feelings.
Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.
Warnings: swearing, violence, my Spanish (if I used something in the wrong context please feel free to tell me so I can improve), Luis being the number one fanboy and Ashley being best girl
•••
Prince Charming and his señorita
"Tell me señorita, are you and Prince Charming a thing?"
She looked up at Luis with furrowed eyebrows, her face full of confusion. She examined his gestures and the way the muscles around his mouth moved, forming a small, knowing smirk.
"Why? You want to take me out on a date or something?" she asked, quickly falling for the assumption that all Luis wants is to know if she's single so he can continue his flirting, hoping the one liners will magically work.
But then again, she thought, he'd still do it without remorse.
So what does he really want with that question?
"I'd love to cariño, but not with a señorita who's already taken."
"I'm not. Do whatever you want with that information."
She turned away from him, continuing her search through the small villa in hopes of some extra ammunition. She opened a drawer, but found nothing other than some old photos.
"I don't believe you, cariño." Luis said, suddenly breaking the silence.
She slammed the drawer shut in frustration and looked at him, trying to keep her cool and not get annoyed at his antics. She took a deep breath to calm herself down.
She should've gotten used to his teasing by now, but it was impossible to do so. He always found something to talk about, question her about and annoy her about. And now that she was afraid her partner and the president's daughter got hurt in some way after they got seperated, Luis's teasing just crossed a line.
"Look, 'cariño', I don't know why you have to annoy me with literally everything all the time, but I'd appreciate it if you stopped." she pleaded slowly, hoping he'll just stop.
"Oh, there's nothing to feel ashamed of, mi vida. Love is a beautiful and natural thing." he continued on, as he leaned against the wall, looking at her with pure naught. "Besides, I'm sure our Yanqui feels the same way... Deep in love, you know, I'm sure it sounds familiar."
She turned away, this time to hide the slight blush that appeared on her face. Thinking about Leon like that made her stomach feel like it's doing acrobatics.
"No one looks at another person like that without being in love. And our Leon looks at you like tu eres todo su mundo."
She turned to look at him quickly, wanting to ask what he meant when he said that - and when Luis noticed her pink cheeks he just smirked.
"Aw, look at that blush! You for sure look you're not in love cariño."
"Shut up!"
"Really? You want me to? How will you let him know your feelings without my advice, ey?"
"Like I'd take your advice."
"I'm not saying you have to," Luis started to explain himself. "I'm just saying I'm your best option."
She just rolled her eyes shamelessly, but Luis didn't seem to care.
"Now- with a boy like our Leon, the best thing you can do in your situation is to make him j-"
She'll never know what he really wanted to say, because in the next second loud noises were coming from outside and both of them ran to the nearest window to figure out what was going on. The moment she realized Leon and Ashley were running towards their hideout as hoards of Spanish undead were chasing them and shouting at them, she ran towards the door, opening it without thinking twice.
"This way!" she shouted.
Ashley was the first to arrive and she gave her a short hug as she waited for Leon to get inside. When they were finally able to close the door behind themselves, she felt two strong arms quickly wrapping themselves around her shoulders and waist, and the next thing she knew she was hugging Leon like there was no tomorrow.
"Are you okay?"
"Of course I am."
"You sure?"
And even if in the next moment Luis was stuck between the wall and a very upset Leon Kennedy, he still sent a smirk her way, as if he'd say: "Sure, princesa, you two are just business partners with heart shaped eyes."
•••
The way they act around each other
"Can I ask you something?" Ashley asked as she was sitting on top of a barrel, dangling her feet as she watched Leon at the shooting range.
"Of course."
"This may sound a little weird, but- are you and Leon dating?"
She turned to look at Ashley as if she just grew another head - what in their situation was quite likely to happen.
"Excuse me?"
"Are you in a relationship with him?" Ashley asked again, examining the ways her expression changed as she waited for an answer.
"I understood what you meant the first time, it's just- what makes you think that?"
"The way you act around each other." Ashley started to explain as she looked back at Leon, who shot a cutout of a pirate in the head. "He always makes sure you're okay and you always check if he has any new bruises."
She leaned against the barrel Ashley was sitting on as she looked at the man they were talking about as well. She watched as his muscles tensed up a bit everytime he pulled the trigger, she watched as he bit his lip in concentration when the target was further away and she watched as his eyes followed the bullet's movement. She bit her lip as her heartbeat got quicker at both the sight and thought - the thought that every single person in Spain seems to think they are dating.
"I care about him."
"That's all?"
"That's all."
"He seems like a great guy."
"He is a great guy." she said, knowing she's saying the truth. Whoever Leon'll date in the future - that girl will for sure be a lucky girl.
She couldn't help but giggle as Leon turned towards them with a satisfied little smile, being proud of himself that he just beat his own highscore.
"Do you think you can beat me?"
"Oh, it's on!" she smirked, accepting the challenge.
She ran up to the shooting range, leaving a confused, but happy Ashley behind. She could literally feel her gaze on them and she could heard her thoughts saying: "They are really cute!" - she shook her head, getting those thoughts out of her head. She needs to focus if she wants to win.
"Handgun?"
"Handgun."
Leon smiled as he put his hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeez, causing her to almost choke on her own saliva.
"Let's see what you can do."
As she rose her gun she could hear Ashley saying "Leon, can I ask you about something?". She missed the first shot when Ashley asked "Are you two dating?", because her heart skipped a beat and beacuse she had to force herself not to look at Leon's expression.
•••
She should keep her boyfriend on a leash
"You should keep your boyfriend on a leash." she immediatelly stopped what she was doing when she heard the very familiar voice of Ada Wong, the woman who was there the night her life became horrific. "He likes to get himself in trouble."
"He's not my boyfriend." she said her voice becoming higher from the annoyance. "And I'm sure he can make his own decisions."
"He clearly can't if you're still not together." she heard the noises of high heels meeting with the wooden floor from behind her and she was sure Ada was walking towards her.
"Where are they?"
" 'They?' " Ada asked and she hated how her voice was full of pride, meaning she knows more than she does. "They got separeted half an hour ago, so now Leon is looking for the both of you."
She turned around, looking at Ada's features hoping they'll give her an explanation to what's going on. But she couldn't read anything off of her face, it was stone cold with a bit of teasing naught.
"So what, you gave Leon a surprise visit as well?"
"No need to get jealous, he didn't give me the welcome I expected."
"What can you expect in a situation like ours?"
She didn't get an answer to her question.
"Leave the girl and get out of here as soon as you can. So maybe you two can finally go on a date." she almost shouted out in frustration, but stopped herself from doing so just in time. "But please, be brave enough to make the first move, because he won't."
For the first time since forever she became speechless and didn't even think about shooting Ada in the leg when she climbed out of the window.
•••
La misión
She almost punched Luis in the face when he touched her shoulder, scaring her and causing her well trained reflexes to react. She stopped just in time, missing his cheekbone by a thread.
"Jesus Christ!"
"Just Luis, mi amor."
"Do you want to die or something?" she asked, not knowing if she meant it as a threat or as a free life lesson.
"Not really, cariño." he answered as she let go of him and took a few steps backwards. "Now tell me, how is la misión going?"
"What mission? Ashley is fine with Leon-"
"I meant our mission, princesa, how are things going with Leon?"
"Oh my God, why do you hate me so much?" she whispered the poetic question as she hid her face in her palms.
"Any success with the confession yet?"
"Can we just stop talking about my love life?"
"Not really, cariño, since we only share this mission together. After that you're on your own."
She chose not to answer and decided to take a look at her surroundings. The other door was locked, she checked it just before Luis arrived, so she had to find another way around the castle if she wanted to reunite with Ashley and Leon. God, she really hoped they are okay, there are some strong enemies around here.
Five seconds. She left Luis unsupervised for five seconds while she walked up to a window deep in thoughts, and Luis has already gotten bored. And in his boredom he decided to give Leon a call.
"Luis, where are you?" she could hear Leon's slightly annoyed voice through the trasmitter.
"Sorry I, uh, I screwed up." he started in a quite serious tone, but then glanced at her and smiled. "Come to our rescue Prince Charming!"
"I'll show you charming!" she almost laughed at his anger. "Wait, what do you mean 'our'?"
Luis turned the transmitter towards her, so Leon could get a clear view of her standing in front of the window. She just furrowed her eyebrows, having enough of both Luis and the situation.
Leon looked both frustrated and confused as he looked at her. She sent a smile his way.
"I met up with your señorita, Sancho. We might as well continue our adventure together, sí?" he turned the machine away from her. "Meet us in the Ballroom and don't be late! Or I'll be the one asking her for a dance! Nos vemos!"
As she looked at the man acting like a child, the only thought she had was: "I should've punched him straight in the jaw."
•••
The rookie kept his girl scout around
"I see you kept your girlfriend around, rookie."
That was the last fucking straw. The last fucking person she wanted to hear that sentence from. If Leon doesn't grab her hand, she would've shot Krauser in the face - and it's not like she's stupid. She knows it wouldn't kill him, but she'd enjoy the feeling of looking at the damaged muscles on his face.
Luis should be the one teasing them. He should be the one walking with them, telling them every five seconds how cute they are and how beautiful amor is. Not that asshole...
She wanted to shout at him, scream at him in anger and sadness, but Leon's grip on her stopped her in that as well. She looked at his face, questioning why he's holding her back when Krauser killed Luis in cold blood for absolutely nothing...
"Don't let him get in your head..." was all he said, as he kept a firm hold on her and they started to walk among the ruins.
"Oh, you're worried about the girl, is that it?" Krauser asked as he played with the knife in his hands. "No, I don't think that's it. I think you're worried about another girl, am I right? You're worried about your girlfriend even though she went through the same training as you. But that's just like you. You always had poor judgment."
She saw how Leon's jaw tightened and it was her turn to keep a firm hold on him, not letting him fall apart.
"But if you think I'm gonna let you out of here alive... you're even more naive than I thought." she was pushed to Leon's other side, further away from Krauser. "You can't save her. You can't save anyone."
She could feel the tension in his body grow and in a last hopeful chance to calm him down she said: "Come on, Leon. 'Don't let him get in your head.' "
"Or do you think you can save the girl scout?" for a short second their gaze met and she wished she could spit at him from this distance. "We both know she wasn't the best in hand-to-hand combat."
"Give it up, Krauser!" Leon acted on his anger so suddenly, that her heartbeat quickened from the sudden fear. "Being a lackey for these maniacs won't bring your men back. And what the Hell for? Revenge on the goverment? You think they would want that?"
She could feel the cold running through her back, the feeling of close danger sharpened her senses. She kept her gaze on Krauser, not daring to blink, afraid that she'll miss the first attack.
"Revenge? You think I'm doing all this for revenge?"
"Isn't that what this is all about?"
She stopped listening to what Krauser was saying and rather focused on his body language. She saw how with every word he says out loud his shoulders become more tense. Some kind of slight anger was about to overtake him.
So what? Let it. She's always liked to fight him when he was pissed off, because then he made more mistakes.
"You know," she started. "you were always an asshole. At least you were a honored one in the past... now, you're simply just an asshole."
She felt Leon's body tense up at her words and she realized he's afraid Krauser will hurt her.
"Enough reminiscing!" this time he couldn't hide his frustration. "Move out and draw fire, soldier!"
She reacted quickly, pulling Leon behind a broken column long before Krauser started to fire. As she sat there, she pulled out her handgun and then put her knife in her shoe. Knowing their ex-major, she'll need that more, but it's better to use that as a surprise.
"Next time, try not to piss him off."
She turned to Leon with a half smile. "What? You think only you can do that, rookie?"
"Stop it!"
"Come on!" she teased with a small smirk. "I know you love it when that name is coming from me."
Leon couldn't hide how his mouth wanted to form a smile. "I let you call me that. Now let's go and kick his ass!"
"Oh, I feel honored!" she said as she got to her knees and shot her first bullet from behind the column.
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Fear makes your heart feel full
She felt like her heart stopped beating for a few moments when Leon fell to the ground and it didn't take more than half a second for her to join him on the floor. She landed on her knees as she pressed one of her hands to her chest tightly, still feeling the pain the machine caused as it removed the plaga. The fear that flooded her mind made her numb, her breathing became heavy as she looked up at Ashley and asked her to help her get him up in the medical chair, so they can get the plaga out of him as well.
And now as she sat next to him, holding his hand as she waited for him to wake up she felt like nothing else matters. She won't take a single fucking step without him.
"He'll be fine. I'm sure of it." Ashley said who has found a chair close to them.
"I know." she muttered and she had to swallow, because her mouth felt dry. "I know he will, I'm just- worried about him."
She examined his features, looked him up and down to make sure he's okay - and when she realized he seems calm and relaxed, she felt like she can breath again. Only moments ago he was in pain. She could see it on his face, the way the muscles around his eyes and nose moved... But not anymore. Now he seems to feel better. His cheeks aren't red and the black veins disappeared as well.
"Ashley?"
"Yes?"
"When- when you thought we were dating... You spoke about this, didn't you? How we take care of each other..." she felt her heartbeat quicken as she muttered the last few words.
"Yes, this is what I was talking about."
She looked at Leon again, feeling the pure need to hug him and keep him close so she could feel the heat radiating off of him and feel the way his body is moving with every small breath.
"I don't think I'd be able to feel like this about anyone else... Not even in a relationship."
She could see the soft smile on Ashley's face and for a moment she saw the both of them in a café back in the USA, talking and laughing about nothing at all.
"He's not just a friend, is he?"
"I don't know. Luis said he looks at me like 'tu eres todo su mundo'. Like 'you're his whole world'."
"I can see what he meant by that." for a moment the atmosphere became sad - Luis was still a new loss and a fresh wound, and with that a still present regret. She should've been more playful instead of being an asshole. "That's how you look at Leon everytime we're at the shooting range."
"He looks good at the shooting range." she said without thinking, feeling her cheeks become red soon after.
"You know, it's hard to find a normal guy these days. I'm happy you found each other."
"So you don't have a nice guy in a suit waiting for you at home?" she asked teasingly.
"No. Not really."
"Well I'm sure we can say that after this messed up adventure you won't need one. You'll look after yourself just fine and you'll have time to find that nice guy." she smiled at Ashley who felt more like a friend by now than the president's daughter.
In the next second Leon's hand moved in her hold and she almost fell off the chair. She stood up instead of staying there and she tightened her hold on him.
"Jesus Christ, Leon!" she spoke up, her voice full of both worry and happiness as she looked down at him. "You pull an act like that again and you'll burry me the next time you wake up."
He opened his eyes, the blue irises full of confusion as he looked up at her while he tried to get used to the light.
"The plaga..."
"We removed it." she said, not letting him finish his sentence. "There's no need to worry about that anymore."
She noticed that Ashley walked further away from them, giving them some privacy even if there wasn't another room to go to. Then her gaze was back on Leon again as she slowly let go of his hand.
"You removed it?"
"Yeah, we did." she smiled at him, feeling like her heart is full - full of so many emotions she doesn't know what to feel. "God, I was so worried about you."
"It's fine, I'm fine. Thanks to you."
They smiled at the other with one of those small, shy smiles what paints everyones cheeks pink.
"Can you stand up?"
"Sure, don't worry about that."
But he couldn't stand up. His legs gave up halfway and if she's not there he would've landed on the ground again.
"Careful. You have to take care of yourself." she scolded him as she helped him up, but didn't take a step away from him even when he was standing with a straight back. She craved the closeness more than anything.
"I'm not the priority here."
"Of course you are! To me you fucking are!" the frustration and worry spoke from her without regret and now that she said that out loud, her breathing became heavy.
"Good to know we feel the same about each other."
They didn't speak for a moment and she couldn't do so even if she tried to, because Leon's right hand gently touched her right cheek; his thumb brushing along the angry red cut she got from Krauser's knife.
"Does it still hurt?"
"It never did."
"Such a liar." Leon laughed as he let go of her face.
"But you love me like that."
"Damn right I do."
For a few seconds she forgot how to breath and her chest started to ache, ache from all the bottled up emotions and the realization that he said that out loud. He said that out loud. Her eyes started to sting - God, she's such a weak girl, just like Krauser said in the past; crying over the things she shouldn't cry over...
"You do? You-" she took a deep breath before she continued. "You love me?"
The silence set in again, neither of them daring to speak up. She noticed how Leon shied away from her gaze and how her own heartbeat became dangerously fast.
"Of course he does!" Ashley's voice came so suddenly that she flinched, getting closer to her partner, because she forgot Ashley was still in the room with them. "And if he doesn't take you out on a date when we get back home..."
No one said anything else about that. Leon just pressed a kiss to her forehead, almost giving her a heart attack whille he did so.
"Let's get out of here, yeah? So we can go out on a date..."
She didn't miss Ashley's quiet 'Finally' after they parted. She couldn't miss it even if she tried to.
As they got ready to leave, she noticed that her heart feels full. Full of love, love to give and accept. After all, love is a beautiful and natural thing and she for sure won't be afraid to look at Leon like he's her mundo entero. Not anymore.
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Hi hi 🤧 how about a little Hannibal AND Will with reader where they’re both pining over her (maybe she’s been with the FBI for a while too and is an agent and teacher) and readers kinda oblivious to it and everyone’s all like 🤦🏽♀️🤦🏽♀️🤦🏽🤦🏽 with those three until one day Hannibal and Will are like “???why can’t we both have her?? Polyamory is a thing” and then reader is all 😦😦 because she can’t believe these two men like her LMAOO I think it would be pretty funny to see written, especially by a talented writer like you 🫶🏽
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Hannibal Lecter x Fem! Reader x Will Graham.
I LOVE THIS IDEA SM, HOPE YOU ENJOY MY CONCOCTION 😍😘
Tags; stupid oblivious! reader, hannibal and will rivalry, alana being readers friend, polyamory, ooc jack(?).
It started off small, unnoticeable actions.
“Y/N! I got you coffee.” Will spoke, a smile smile on his face. “Oh I'm sorry, I don't drink plain coffee, its” You apologized, feeling bad for rejecting his offer. His smile faded. “Oh? Then what drink do you like?”
“She likes milk coffee.” Hannibal spoke from behind and walked up to the two of you, handing the coffee cup to you. “Here, I made sure it has the right amount of sugar.” He smiled proudly. “Aw! Thank you so much! That's so sweet of you.” You smiled, happily walking away to go sit down somewhere and drink your coffee peacefully.
Will stared at Hannibal, dumbfounded. “What was that?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “That was the sound of me winning.” Hannibal spoke back before walking off. “You little-”
Jack was just watching all this happen while sipping on his own coffee. “Love triangles are my favorite trope.” He whispered over to Beverly, who was just as intrigued as him. “Didn't take you for a romance drama lover, Jack.”
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Then it was Wills turn for payback.
“Cake?! No way! Aw Will you really didn't have to!” You excitedly hugged Will. He came to your house specifially to give you a congratulatory cake for solving your first case in the FBI as an agent.
Hannibal watched the whole scene unfold as he held his own cake, watching as Will hugged you before turning and smirking at Hannibal, mouthing the words “I win.”
Hannibal glared at Will, gripping the cake box in his hand as he watched you all cheerful with Will. “Come inside! Let's share the cake, after all you did come all the way here to deliver it.” You smiled, letting him into your house.
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And then again.
Hannibal invited you, Will and Jack to dinner at his house. You brought along Alana because she was one of your close friends.
“Is my makeup fine?” You asked the hundredth time, Alana laughing and pushing you forward to the front door. “You're fine, now hurry up before they start dinner without us.” You laughed with her and walked to Hannibal's house.
After a while of sitting around and chatting while Hannibal finished preparing the dish. The food finally came out and you were surprised to know Hannibal unknowingly! had cooked your favourite food!
Will was giving Hannibal side eyes the whole time, knowing what he was up to. All the while Hannibal was smiling proudly while sitting down, enjoying the happy smile on your face as you happily ate the meal.
And to top it off, you were the only one who got to take some food home.
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“Alright, I'm making a peace offering with you.” Will spoke as he gave Hannibal a marble ball. “What is this supposed to be?” Hannibal looked at Will in confusion.
“A peace offering. I spent my money on that cake for Y/N so that's all you're getting.” He crossed his arms. “Appreciated.” Hannibal said sarcastically, putting the marble ball into his pocket. “What did you really come here for?”
“I had an idea.” Will stated proudly. “I hope you're not plotting against me with that idea.” He joked, yet he was partially serious.
“No, even better. I was thinking... What if we shared Y/N?” Will said, expecting a round of applause. Yet Hannibal was more so just staring into his soul while thinking.
“Not a bad idea. At least we won't have cake baking competitions.” He shrugged, seemingly okay with the idea. “Alright, then from tomorrow on I better not see you plotting against me.”
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You stared at the bouquet of your favorite flowers at your desk. The note on it reading ‘Most love from Will and Hannibal.’ that was odd, you could've sworn those two had some kind of unresolved argument going on or something.
But you didn't mind. Instead you happily placed the flowers in the empty vase you had in your office. Now you don't have to buy the flowers yourself!
Meanwhile Hannibal and Will were for some reason watching out the window of your office and giving each other a high five.
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“We both thought you'd like this, this one's from me and this ones from him.” Hannibal said proudly, showing you a set of earrings and necklace. “No way- Really? For me? Are you sure you two aren't bribing me?” You said excitedly, surprised as you admired the beautiful jewelry. “Pretty gifts for a pretty lady.” Will spoke up, smiling a little.
“Thank you so much! Both of you! But really.. What's the occasion?” You asked, genuinely curious.
Hannibal and Will slowly stared at each other, silently communicating as they both practically just said ‘How the hell does this woman not know why we're giving her gifts and being nice to her?’
“Um, I think you should explain.” Will looked at Hannibal, raising his eyebrows and motioning him to speak to you.
“What's happening? Am I dying in three days?” You said with a nervous laugh, a little bit concerned at this point.
“Y/N, we both like you. And we have for a while now.” Hannibal explained, upfront. Will silently nodded to what he said.
Your face was blank, the cogs in your head slowly turning. “Wait... WHAT.”
“This whole time you've been nice to me is because... You two had a crush on me?” You spoke up in surprise and embarrassment, your cheeks turning into a shade of blush.
“That and we were kinda hoping you'd date both of us..” Will quietly said, feeling a little embarrassed himself to say that out loud.
“Dating two hot men? What makes you think I'd say no?” You said a little too happily.
“Oh my god I thought you'd hit me and call me an asshole-” Will said with a nervous laugh. “I wasn't worried at all.” Hannibal said smugly.
In reality he was deathly terrified.
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“Beverly.... you won..” Jack said in devastation, as he and Beverly were hidden behind a bush, both wearing binoculars. “Give me my money Jack.” Beverly said proudly.
“Dammit.. I really thought she'd pick Hannibal.” Jack said sadly as he gave Beverly 20 dollars.
“I already knew she'd pick both, girl senses, ya know?” Beverly said with a smug smirk, taking the money and shoving it into her back pocket.
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Twisted Minds incorrect Quotes
(this will be out of pocket)
Hannibal: Are you a painting?
Y/N: What-?
Hannibal: Because I want to pin you to a wall.
Will: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG THEM OR SOMETHING-
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Y/N: Will, I’m afraid.
Will: Just stay close to Hannibal.
Y/N: That's why I’m afraid.
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Y/N: Hi, sorry I’m late. I was doing a couple of things and got distracted.
Hannibal: I’m “a couple of things”.
Will: I’m “got distracted”.
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Y/N: I like your top, Will!
Hannibal: I have a name, you know.
Will: sighs Why. Why are you like this.
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Hannibal: So, what is Y/N to you?
Alana: The reason I wake up every morning.
Hannibal: …That’s adorable.
Y/N earlier that morning, barging into Alana′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!
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Jack: Who do we know that has handcuffs?
Y/N: Well Will, Hannibal and I-
Will: elbows Y/N
Y/N: …wouldn't know.
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Y/N: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.
Will: Okay, but what is updog?
Hannibal: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.
Jack: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.
Alana: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.
Abigail: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.
Y/N: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.
Jack: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.
Hannibal: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.
Will: What’s a henway??
Y/N: Oh, about five pounds.
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Y/N: Dumbest scar stories, go!
Will: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.
Hannibal: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it.
Jack: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.
Alana: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn.
Abigail:
Abigail: I have emotional scars.
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Y/N: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?
Will: >:O language
Hannibal: Yeah watch your fucking language
Jack: OKAY WHO TAUGHT HANNIBAL THE FUCK WORD?
Alana: 'The fuck word'.
Abigail: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time
Hannibal: Oh my god they censored it
Alana: Say fuck, Abigail.
Hannibal: Do it, Abigail. Say fuck.
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Y/N: We need to distract these guys
Will: Leave it to me
Will: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.
Hannibal, Jack, and Alana: Immediately begin arguing
Abigail, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all
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Y/N: WHY. why did you give Hannibal a KNIFE?!
Will: I’m sorry. They said they felt unsafe.
Y/N: Now I feel unsafe!
Will: I’m sorry.
Will: ... would you like a knife?
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Y/N, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him
Will: You did WHAT–
Hannibal: William Snakepeare
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Y/N: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.
Will: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?
Y/N: Yes!
Hannibal: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.
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AND THAT CONCLUDES ME DYING AS I MAKE THIS......NOW I HAVE TO GO WRITE CHAPTER 12.
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sleepless nights
Adam Raki (Adam 2009) x Fem!reader
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, pnv, or whatever, reader has boobies but dw there's no use of y/n
word count: around 1k
also, I wrote Adam how I saw him in the movie. I know he has autism and I did incorporate that in his speech patterns because it's a big part of how he acts. Just a disclaimer.
Adam was your neighbor. You too were very close, practically always near each other. It wasn’t uncommon for you to sleep at his house, nor him at yours. He would often come up to show you new photos of stars or satellite images because he knew when you were too restless to sleep. He lived below you and had incredibly sensitive hearing, but his ears pricked up whenever he heard the small pitter-patter of your feet on the floor late at night. Another excuse to take shelter in your home was that your window had a better view of the sky.
This particular night, Adam groggily plopped into your bed, I guess his pillow got too flat again. You felt his plaid boxers against your things as he settled beneath the covers.
“Adam?”
“Yes?” he spoke relatively clearly for his state of mind.
“Do you want to cuddle or not touch?”
“I’d like to lay on top of you.”
“Well come here then, my love.”
He smiled slightly, turning his body to face you. He wriggled his body on top of you, moving your legs around his hips and his head on your chest. He sighed contently as his head rose and fell with your breasts, breathing alongside you.
You ran your fingers through his curls and watched his eyelids twitch, clearly relaxed.
“I love you, Adam.”
“I love you too.” he pauses, “When you scratch my head like that it excites me.”
“How so?” you ask.
“Sexually, I mean,” he states.
“Okay, do you want me to do anything to help?”
“No, I don't need help. I was wondering If you felt excited as well.”
“Well now that you brought it up, yes.” You never needed to be shy with your words around Adam. It was best that you said what you meant clearly because he disliked how tricky all the innuendos around sex could be.
He opens his eyes, looking up at you from where he was on your soft chest.
“Can I have my back to the bed please?” he asked.
“Of course, roll over then.”
He obliged and took ahold of your hips as you softly straddled his lap. You felt his stiff, warm erection against your barely clothed core. You rubbed your hands up and down his bare chest and watched his eyelashes flutter.
“I like how that feels. It tickles, but only a bit,” he admits.
“I like it too, sometimes it gives me goosebumps.” you chuckle, but you never leave his statements hanging.
You start by rocking your hips gently across him, getting a sharp inhale and scrunch of the nose from Adam. He was incredibly reactive to your touch, you could always tell when It was too much. His thighs tensed for a moment, then he melted into your touch. Hips going lip, he kept his hands on your hips and watched you with loving eyes.
“Can I take off your shirt?” he quietly asked.
“Yes.”
So he did, and you saw his mouth stay slightly agape as he felt the warmth of your breasts against his hand.
“Can we start please?” He whined out. He always liked a bit of stimulation before sex, but didn't understand the appeal of being teased.
You smiled and nodded, sliding your underwear off of your legs as he did the same, then before you could even sit back down on his lap, he was already lining his leaking cock with your entrance.
You adjusted your legs as you let him slide into your warmth.
His eyes clenched shut and his eyebrows furrowed, while your breaths became deeper.
He slowly looked back up and when you met eyes, you saw his, pleading for your love. How could you say no to a boy that sweet?
You began to raise and drop your hips slowly against his, and a choked-out sob left his mouth.
“Is it good?” you asked.
“So good. It’s so good. You feel so warm.” he gasped out.
You slightly sped up your pace and moaned with every hit his tip had against your cervix.
His belly clenched and your toes curled. You leaned forward to put your face in the crevice of his neck. You kissed up his jaw and sloppily made your way to his mouth.
“I love you so much, Adam”
He let out a sharp gasp as his grip against your hips tightened.
“I- I love you. I love y- you so much.” Each word separated by a groan.
Your whines did nothing to hide the sounds of you sloppily engulfing his cock with your warmth, the slaps and squelches driving you closer to your limit.
You continued to ride him until his hands started to shake and his eyes got teary.
“Do you want to cum, sweet boy?”
“Yes, please,” he whispered.
“Go ahead.” you breathe responded. Licking the shell of his ear before kissing it.
You moved your face to his and passionately pressed your lips to his.
Adam's arms quickly wrapped around your back as he held you snug to his chest and whimpered while quickly rutting into you, finally reaching his peak. His hips stuttered and he let out a cry before he filled you to the brim with his warm load.
The sounds of his cries brought you to the edge as you held the sides of his face and kissed him, your body twitching as warm waves of pleasure consumed you.
After you both calmed down and opened your eyes again, Adam smiled.
“Thank you,” you said.
“You’re welcome,” he responded.
You settled into his warm chest as you listened to his heartbeat.
After a minute of relaxing, you slowly rolled off of him and held his hand in yours.
“Shower?”
Thank you! Please leave requests for Hugh's characters!! I love writing for him. I haven't written in a fat minute so this was a nice way to get back. Thank you for reading and leave a comment! <3
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welcome to my page !!☆
hiiiii & welcome to my melanatedeuph0ria!! for ab a yr or 2 now, i’ve been mainly reading fics on tumblr on characters like rick grimes, spencer reid, toji, etc. (nonblk characters mostly let’s be fr..) and throughout those yrs, i’ve been noticing a complete lack of..
BLACK POVS.
“well, if the fic just says ‘reader x (character)’, couldn’t you just use your imagination to insert ur race?? 🤔”
while this IS true, i feel like us as black & poc readers should have the opportunity to read some fanfics that makes us feel SPECIAL & RECOGNIZED, in aspects such as our skin, hair, & realness without it being stereotypical or just having us feel defaulted to a white pov. (also without it being just SMUT cmon y’all)
also, we all know rick grimes luvs some MELANINNNN ‼️🗣️
so, with that being said, i am here to bring justice to my fellow blk readers who needed a lil spice in their reading, so the imagination part could be a bit easier 🫶🏽
SOME of the fics i make will be poc x reader, others will be just x reader & up for interpretation !!
NOTE: this is NOT me saying black readers ONLY want black-centered fics, nor is this me placing black readers in a box, NOR is this me putting down “x reader” fics!! this is me saying that, although i do enjoy fics without a specified race most of the time, sometimes i feel like having fics catered to poc are special as well because there aren’t many on this app to call our own!!💗
ty for sticking around until the end, and im hoping to start writing fics soon !! 🌷🌸
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(idk if this is allowed or not) but how would poly hannigram react to reader having a miscarriage?
Poly!Hannigram x Fem!Miscarriaged!Reader
warning(s): mentions of miscarriage, mourning characters, angst, people invalidating grief, guilt, possibly very triggering.
Hannibal and Will had been with (Y/n) for a few years now, and the two men had been considering having a child with their darling. When asked, (Y/n) had agreed, ecstatic about raising a child with her husbands. She had taken great care of herself when she found out she was pregnant, making sure she wasn’t stressed, relaxing whenever she could, and making sure to eat and drink everything needed to have a healthy baby. Hannibal and Will would become more protective over their darling when she’s pregnant, making sure that she is alright and checking in on her more than they usually would. The three of them were all so excited to meet their little one, until Hannibal had received that dreadful phone call.
(Y/n), now five months along, had gone to her usual prenatal appointment, happily chatting with the nurse. Hannibal and Will had to work, and reluctantly let their wife go alone. They hated having to miss out on those small yet important moments, but (Y/n) had assured them that everything would be okay.
Until suddenly, it wasn’t.
Hannibal was sitting in his office, getting ready for his next appointment when his phone rang, making him pause momentarily before moving to answer it. Noticing it was his wife, he picked up and immediately asked if everything was okay, the silence he was met with making a lump form in his throat. He was about to say something before he heard a sob, his wife crying as she told him she had lost the baby. He froze where he was, his mouth slightly agape as he processed what she had said. He was praying that this was some sick joke, that it wasn’t real. But as his wife continued to sob and apologize, he realized that it was all too real. He shook his head, trying to hold back his tears as he reassured his wife that she wasn’t to blame, that he loved her and wasn’t upset with her at all.
After ending the call, Hannibal sent a text to Will, worried his voice would betray him as he asked him to stop by his office, only telling him that it was incredibly important. Once Will had finally arrived, he spotted Hannibal sitting in one of the chairs, wearing a pained expression.
“Hannibal, what’s going on?” Will asked, carefully sitting down across from him as he waited, wanting to know what was happening and why he looked so defeated.
“I don’t know how else to say this..(Y/n) miscarried.” Hannibal stated, staring ahead, seemingly still processing the horrible reality while Will’s jaw dropped, a look of horror on his face as he realized what had happened. He stood and went by Hannibal’s side, bringing him into a tight hug while sobbing, the grief almost hitting him immediately.
After a few minutes, Will stood, letting Hannibal know he was leaving to go check up on (Y/n) before he left the office, Hannibal now alone as he was slumped in his chair, wondering what had gone wrong, if there was anything he could have done, until ultimately realizing that what had happened couldn’t have been prevented.
Hannibal would return home, finding Will and (Y/n) in bed, their darling curled into Will as she sobbed, letting out sniffles and hiccups all the while apologizing. Will kept reassuring her that she wasn’t to blame, sounding like a broken record as he repeated this. Hannibal changed out of his work clothes, climbing into bed with them both before holding his wife close, pressing a kiss to her head as he reassured her that she would be okay.
All three of them would be heavily affected by the miscarriage. Hannibal would distance himself more, Will would drink, and (Y/n) would try and ignore what had happened. She would do her best to act as if everything was fine, even when it wasn’t. They all would dive deep into their work, none of them daring to confront the empty nursery that remained untouched.
(Y/n) had been working one day, feeling worse than usual as she stared at an ad in the magazine, showing a happy family enjoying dinner. One of her coworkers noticed, walking over to her while placing a hand on her shoulder. (Y/n) flinched, setting the magazine down slightly.
“Did you need something?” (Y/n) asked, slightly confused when her coworker shook her head.
“No, but I’ve noticed you’ve been getting worse. Now, I’m just saying, you could always try agai-” Her coworker was quickly cut off by (Y/n).
“That’s enough. You do not get to decide when I stop grieving. Don’t ever talk to me again.” (Y/n) stated firmly, slapping her hand away before she got up, taking her things with her, the magazine now on the floor.
(Y/n) began driving home, her knuckles white as she gripped the steering wheel. She was tired of being sad, angry, the guilt she felt eating away at her every day. She hated the tension she had with her husbands, and she was going to fix it. Somehow, she was going to. She had to.
(Y/n) slammed her car door shut, doing her best not to storm into the house as she opened the door, making her way to the nursery. She opened the door, pausing in her movements as her breath became shaky. All the anger and resentment had been washed away at the sight of the nursery. The curtains were open, letting the sunlight in, landing on the crib that Will and Hannibal had set up. (Y/n) slowly went into the nursery, taking a seat in the rocking chair.
She looked around, the changing table, stuffed animals, and the toys coming into view. Her eyes began to water, but she took a deep breath. (Y/n) knew she needed to be strong, focusing on her breathing. She had been so focused that she didn’t notice Will peering into the room, having noticed the open door.
“Darling?” Will asked, his voice soft and tone unsure as he waited at the doorway, hesitant to step into the supposed forbidden room.
(Y/n) turned to face her husband, spotting her other husband appearing behind Will.
“I..I’m just tired of acting like this room has control over us. I don’t want to be afraid of a room anymore, I..I just want to get my life back.” (Y/n) stated, her voice cracking slightly as desperation filled her voice.
Hannibal and Will looked at her, an expression mixed with guilt and sympathy on their faces. They both joined her in the room, Will sitting next to the chair (Y/n) was on while Hannibal stood in the room, letting himself take everything in. It had been forever since all of them had been in the room, especially all together. As the emotional tension eased in the room, Will took (Y/n)’s hand into his own, pressing a kiss onto it as he reassured her that they would get through this.
The three of them soon left the nursery, no longer prohibited from entering it, but instead they began planning to adopt a child. They all knew that they would never ‘replace’ the baby they lost, but they would at least have a child to raise. They all vowed to never distance themselves from each other ever again, and they all would be there for each other, no matter what.
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author’s note: while the pain and grief might make them distance themselves, they still love and adore their darling. they just need time to process and work through the grief on their own, and eventually together with their darling.
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Time to Pretend .. Will Graham x student! Reader
Content warning . 18+ NSFW
His sweet little moans sound so delicious in her ear that it almost seems right to be touching him like this.
Oh, and how sweet he looks. Her forensics professor leans against his desk, big arms gripping the edge of it as his pants rest at his ankles. His cock is red and achy in her hand as she rubs the tip of him with her palm.
He stays still for the most part, but boy does he make faces. His mouth dropped open, eyes scrunched closed as she whispers foul mouthed things in his ear. He whines when she kisses him firmly on the mouth, feverently pressing his lips against hers like a man starved. She pulls away from him with a small chuckle.
“Concentrate, professor.“
“Please,” he murmurs, breathless. Her thumb rubs over his cockhead and he fucks into her hand with shallow thrusts. “Please, baby— I can’t—“
“You can,” she coos. His glasses fall crooked on his nose, and she kisses him on the cheek before setting them straight. “Come on, professor Graham, don’t you want to be a good boy for me?”
The sound he makes is borderline pornographic. He nods, because yes, he wants to be a good boy for her, he wants it more than his next breath. He bites his lower lip to muffle his sounds— it’s a lunch break, and anyone could walk in.
“Look at you, honey,” she sighs out, hypnotized by the pre cum spilling over her fist. “You’re so wet. Practically dripping down my hand.”
“It’s.. it’s because you’re making me feel so good,” he breathes out. His hand reaches out to wrap around the wrist stroking him, and he doesn’t know if he wants her to stop or keep going because his brain has turned to complete mush. He assumes the latter, because he can feel his orgasm rapidly approaching when she twists her wrist a certain way. “You’re making me feel so good. Fuck— “He tilts his head back, eyes rolling. “ I’m— I’m close. I’m gonna—“
Her hand stops, pulls away from him so suddenly that he lets out a choked sob. Not again.
“No!” He whines, and reaches out to grab her fingers and put them back where they belong. She slaps his hand away.
“Did I say you could do that?” she asks, scolding. “Put your hands on the desk. Don’t fucking touch me, ever.”
He wants to scream. But his obedience doesn’t waiver now, and he digs his fingernails into the wood of the table. She smiles at this, her hands trailing up to his hips and squeezing them.
“You’re so pretty,” she praises, and tilts her head. “It’s too bad you’re such a brat.”
“I’m not.” he replies under his breath, almost annoyed. But not really— he could never be annoyed with her.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“That’s what I thought,” she says, before wrapping her hand around him again. He sighs in relief, his cock so red that it’s almost purple. How long has it been since they begun this? Thirty, maybe forty minutes? He should be concerned about getting caught, but right now he’s too far gone to care.
There she goes again. Bringing Will to the edge, denying him. Over, and over, and over. Until some semblance of mercy is cast upon the poor man when he sees her pull down the front of her skirt. She tugs the waistband of her underwear open so he can see the top of her mound, and she directs the tip of his cock right above it. She jacks him feverently, telling him to squirt all over her aching pussy.
Will is excited, almost relieved of all of his fucking issues when she says this. It’s all going great— until the sound of a doorknob jingling reverberates through the room.
Panic surges through Will. He had locked the door (thank god), but now the person on the other side begins to knock.
He thought she would panic. She doesn’t.
“Better cum now, professor,” she teases, batting her eyelashes, and he bites into his wrist. “Cmon, baby, I’m finally letting you cum. Is a little audience really giving you cold feet?”
“(Y/N), I swear to God—“
“Will?”
He hears a voice from outside, one that seems to be looking for him.
Jack Crawford. He’s getting edged by one of his students, and the person to come knocking on his classroom door is Jack fucking Crawford. His forehead bumps against hers and his mouth falls open.
He can’t help what happens next. Maybe it’s all the pent up sensations, or the way her pussy looks so delectable and she’s begging for him to cum all over it— maybe it’s the fact that he might get caught. But the man’s mouth drops open, drool seeping out of the corner of it, and he finally, finally reaches his peak.
He practically drenches the girl’s panties, glazes the inside with sticky white and fights the urge to yell how thankful he is. She strokes him through his orgasm, a grin on her face at the sight of his spend coating her. The knocking sounds louder, but fuck it feels so good that Will could care less.
She pulls her hand away when he comes down. She smiles, her lips grazing the shell of his ear.
“Good boy,” she whispers, and he shudders.
“Will?” Jack’s voice sounds again, concerned almost. “Are you in there?”
The girl shakes her head— a signal. There’s a smile on her face as she sees Will’s distraught face. He stays silent.
It isn’t long before Jack leaves, going off elsewhere to find him. He hears retreating footsteps, and breathes a sigh of relief. Looking at her, his jaw clenches tight.
“Why did you do that?”
She shrugs. “Why not?”
He wants to be angry, but all he’s thinking about is the load that’s drying in her underwear. She kisses his cheek before she skips to the door, vacant on the other side.
“See you tomorrow, professor.”
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Anti-hero -.L.Kennedy 18+
Tw : Ada flirts with muse, no hate to Ada, I love her banter with Leon in this one . Leon just gets a bit jealous. Loved her separate ways <3 mentions of bar, Luis is alive!
A/N : hope you enjoy, feedback is appreciated! 🫶🏻Requests are open (for Leon and Wesker) also last call for Halloween themed requests!
You, Luis, Ashley, and your boyfriend Leon decided to explore a trendy new bar in town. The entire ambiance of the venue was a nostalgic nod to the early 2000s. Although bars were not typically your preferred hangout, this occasion merited a little celebration. Leon had triumphantly accomplished his daunting mission: rescuing Ashley from peril and even managing to secure Luis's safety as well. (It’s canon, I said so)
During a brief intermission from the dj, Luis ventured off to fetch some drinks, leaving you and Ashley to engage in a lively conversation. She emanated an effervescent demeanor, clearly elated to be back home, giving off the impression that she never met a stranger. Unwavering in his resolve, Leon sought to alter that perception; dedicating his weekends to coaching her in the art of self-defense. Which wasn’t going as smoothly as he thought it would.
Each of you had dressed impeccably to suit the special event, apart from Leon. He opted for a minimalist attire, as he occasionally did. You knew he was tired and wanted to relax, but you wanted to get him out of the house. So going out, to dinner was the originally plan. Until Luis and Ashley came trotting up your driveway, wanting to try out a new bar they found. You knew Leon wouldn’t be in the mood, but you pleaded and he finally agreed.
Moreover, he struggled to recover from his recent challenging mission. Therefore, you endeavored to support him in any way possible, a gesture he greatly cherished. You knew this mission had affected him differently. He ran into someone he used to know and it set in a terrible mood, you tried to pry. Hoping to ease his mind, but Leon wasn’t telling you anything yet.
“Hey sweetheart, I need to step into the bathroom for a moment," he expressed softly, planting a tender kiss upon your cheek. "Also, Ash, refrain from talking with strangers, please," Leon advised her firmly. She responded with a disapproving glare but ultimately acquiesced with a nod. She let out a huff and you giggled
“Who does he think he is?” She scoffed, then took a sip of her drink.
“The man who saved your life.” You butted in and she rolled her eyes.
“I guess he did, but still. I’m responsible.” She pouted and you nudged her arm.
“It’s alright ash, it happens to the best of us.” The both of you shared a look and saw Luis returning with drinks.
Luis triumphantly returned, carrying your beverages in hand. "Cheers ladies!" He bellowed, as the three of you raised your glasses for shots. Gently placing your glass back down, you couldn't help but release a light-hearted giggle. Engrossed in lively conversation with one another, you suddenly sensed an unrelenting gaze fixed upon you.
Your gaze swept across the colorful lit bar, landing on a captivating woman adorned with a chic ebony pixie cut, ensconced in a ravishing scarlet dress. As she caught your eye, she sent an enticing wave in your direction, to which you responded with a warm, reassuring grin. Anxiously, you yearned for Leon's swift return. You had a gut feeling, but tried to downplay your nerves, you were probably overthinking it.
Captivating your attention, Ashley humorously recounted a funny story. As your gaze returned to the mysterious woman, she had vanished without a trace. Confusion washed over you, yet you brushed aside the perplexing thoughts. That is, until her hand unexpectedly came to rest upon your shoulder.
As you shifted your gaze towards her, she beamed with the same radiant smile. Glancing subtly from the corner of your eye, you observed Luis wearing an expression of disdain on his visage. Even Ashley appeared less than enthusiastic.
“Hey sorry guys, there was a line at the bathr-“
Leon strode towards the table, briefly pausing before continuing. Relief washed over you upon his arrival; yet, his unenthusiastic demeanor dampened the mood.
“Why are you here? And get your hands off of her.” You could tell Leon was angry, you met the woman’s eye and they sparkled with mischief. “Oh leon calm down, I just wanted to get the pretty girls number.” She mocked him while faking a giggle.
"With a hint of pride, Leon shouted , "Well, that's MY GIRLFRIEND," as Luis gently placed a reassuring hand on Leon's shoulder to calm his rising temper. The provocative woman responded playfully, "Oh, really?Lucky boy.”With a flirtatious wink in your direction, she sensuously slid her phone number to you, adding enticingly, "In case you're ever in the mood to unwind for a bit." With that, she shifted her stance gracefully and sauntered toward the exit with an air of mystery lingering behind her.
Leon's fury had reached its peak. You swiftly slid off your stool and grasped his hand, gently pulling him along with you.
"Apologies, everyone, but it seems we must take our leave for the night."
Luis and Ashley had understood and you and Leon left. You walked to his motorcycle and were ready to hop on when he stopped.
“Listen… i made an ass of myself. Ada.. she’s know to do that. He began. “ I just wanted to tell you that I love and trust you.” You felt the blush rise and you caressed his cheek. “ I know hun. I love you too. Besides she’s not my type.” You replied with a playful wink. “
Leon smirked “well then who is your type?”
You thought for a moment before sliding your arms around his neck. “
You silly.”
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He Who Hunts These Woods
Will Graham x Fem!Reader
Also on AO3
Summary: You and Will decide to get a little experimental, and he chases you through the woods surrounding his cabin.
WC: 2.4k words
Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY), Primal play, predator/prey, cnc-ish, cursing, some knifeplay, p in v, biting, fingering, unprotected sex (don't try at home), DARK stuff ig, lmk if anything else!
Special tag for @glitchedpup :> mwahaha
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A sudden noise made you stop in your tracks, clicking your flashlight off. You listened for a few heartbeats, head cocked to the side like an animal’s.
Your breath was deep but labored as you tried to stifle the panic running hot throughout your body. You knew you were being followed, but that certainly did nothing to soothe you.
The forest's darkness was almost impenetrable, like a living entity. Every cracking branch or rustling foliage made you jump, your heart rate skyrocketing each time. You weren’t sure how long you had been at this, time seemingly inexistent in this place. Especially when adrenaline had a firm grip on you, waxing and waning like liquid flame in your veins.
Though you considered yourself to be pretty open-minded, a part of you was beginning to regret agreeing to this. Mostly because you were getting tired and antsy, half wishing you’d opted to ride him on the couch back at his cabin, instead of running around.
But there was something about the fear, the anticipation, that wasn’t entirely torturous. Especially since you were well aware of who was hunting you.
Will had been kind enough to give you a head start at the beginning of all this. He knew these woods like the back of his hand, so he definitely could find you with ease. But where was the excitement in that?
This was precisely how he wanted you, vulnerable and hyperaware, completely at his mercy. All you had to do was surrender to your fate… Which you knew you would, but not just yet. This thrill – this cursed amalgamation of agony and ecstasy – made you feel more alive than ever before. And you were greedy, yes, for you wanted to feel this way as long as you could.
When the coast seemed to be clear, you clicked your flashlight back on, if only to gather your bearings. You had to be pretty sparse with it, given that you’d be much easier to spot if you left it on at all times. There’d been a couple of moments where you felt you were being watched, the heavy gaze like a smoldering caress on your skin.
You were lucky that Will was such a patient man, laser-focused in his pursuit of something he wanted. He was the perfect hunter, relentless, cunning, hungry. You thought of his teeth on your neck, his tongue right on your frantic pulse. Might he be merciful and swift? Or would he savor it, biding his time?
You shivered at the possibilities, goosebumps running down your arms. This was the kind of play that you two had been floating back and forth for some time. It was interesting – but sort of odd – in theory, but it was an awakening in practice. It let Will fully be himself, holding nothing back from you; The man Hannibal helped set free.
The two of you had discussed boundaries and safewords beforehand, but you trusted him fully. If it were with anybody else – except for Hannibal, of course – you would never have agreed to go through with it at all.
You moved hastily but carefully, keeping your arms out to keep yourself from running into things. Amidst the trees, he watched you stumble about, smirking to himself. He was hot on your heels, had been for a while now, but not yet he told himself.
A myriad of thoughts ran through Will’s mind – how he wanted to taste you, what sounds he wanted to elicit from you, the feel of the firm press of his body against yours. He felt like a madman when it came to you; A hunger that could never be sated.
He was more than fine with sharing you with Hannibal – you were both of theirs, after all – but he cherished these moments in which he had you all to himself. You saw him for who he was, too, and you embraced him. He never felt like he was being judged or that he had to hide from you.
He continued trailing you down to a small stream, the soft gurgling of the water filling your ears. You squatted near the edge, needing a break – and perhaps rending yourself totally vulnerable.
You splashed some water on your face, washing off the thin sheen of sweat that dotted your brow and the bridge of your nose. A figure of pure darkness emerged soundlessly from the trees behind you. An awareness spread throughout your body in the shape of goosebumps, and you suppressed a shiver.
“What do we have here?” Will’s voice was like smoke and velvet, a blessing and a curse all at once.
You stiffened, trying not to jump out of your own skin. Your heart was jackhammering against your ribcage painfully, and you knew you had only a few precious seconds to react. It was up to you how the rest of this night would unfold, after all.
You heard the crunch of leaves as he took a step closer, and that made you spring into action. You ran, legs pumping as hard as they could, muscles burning. Dodging obstacles was much harder, especially when you could barely even focus on where you stepped. You heard him chasing after you, getting closer and closer and closer. You whimpered, near delirious with the adrenaline.
Then, your foot caught on an overgrown branch and you stumbled, the world blurring at the edges. You threw your arms out, bracing against a tree to break your fall. You were panting heavily, your head spinning, and Will stopped mere inches away from you. Of course, you’d never be able to escape him, he was much faster than you. He clicked his tongue, barely breathing hard from the run.
“It must not be your lucky day,” he said. “But it certainly is mine.”
“Please.” You breathed, falling easily into the role of prey.
You felt his warmth at your back as he stepped even closer, and you resisted the urge to push your ass back against him, wanting to see what he would do first.
“What is it, darling?” he purred, tucking an errant strand of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t tell me you’re scared.”
You wanted to shake your head, to try to be defiant, but there was something about his demeanor that gave you pause. Instead, all you could say was, “Have mercy.”
He chuckled darkly, and you felt his breath against your neck. “And if I don’t? What will you do, hmm?”
That was when you did fight back, jerking against him. He was momentarily taken aback, and you’d barely managed to escape his grasp before he roughly pulled you back to him. The two of you wrestled for dominance as his arms snaked around you tightly.
“Oh yeah? You want to play rough?” He snarled, one of his hands going to your neck, pinning you further. “I’ll show you rough.”
You thrashed and attempted to kick, but your strength was quickly waning. It was no use; He was much stronger than you as well. Did you even have another choice but to give in?
It was already hard not to, seeing how your body reacted to him. You felt so close to igniting– him being the flame to your kerosene. He knew this too, and he planned to use it in his favor.
Will began tearing at your t-shirt, ripping it apart with frantic hands. When he brought out his hunting knife, you stopped moving, watching instead as he sawed at your bra. Both garments fell to the ground unceremoniously, and the crisp night air nipped at your exposed flesh, making you shiver.
“You knew what would happen when I caught you, didn’t you?” He taunted, holding his knife over your neck – lightly of course, but just enough to make things interesting – and groping your breasts roughly. When he pinched one of your aching nipples, you couldn’t help the loud mewl that escaped your lips. “Or did you think you could outsmart me? Surely, you’re not that naïve.”
“I lasted… a while… did I not?” You said slowly, faking bravado despite the fact you were afraid the blade might nick your throat.
He chuckled once more, amused at your stubbornness. “Oh, we’ll see just how long you’ll last now.”
He withdrew the knife and wrestled you to the ground, even as you tried hard to keep your footing. His knee connected with the back of yours, and you fell forward on all fours, the breath momentarily knocked out of you. But you still had some fight in you, so you tried to scramble forward, but he was on you in a flash, pinning your legs between his.
“Please…” You rasped, nails scratching at the dirt. “Let me go.”
“Never,” He growled, leaning forward and biting your shoulder hard enough to make you cry out. “You’re fucking mine, do you understand!? You belong to me.”
There was a desperate heat pooling in your lower abdomen, and you squirmed pathetically against his firm grip. He licked at your shoulder, chasing away the sting, before moving to rake his teeth once more against the side of your throat. Your eyes screwed shut, and you held your breath to keep yourself from moaning.
“Say it,” he breathed in your ear, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, sure to leave bruises. “Say you’re mine.”
“Y-yours…” You whispered, barely able to find your voice.
“What’s that? I can’t hear you,” He urged, pulling you back and grinding his clothed erection against you. “Louder.”
You hesitated, debating whether to continue being a little bratty. But before you could decide, Will yanked your pants and underwear down in one rough, quick motion– fully baring you to the night. The next moment, his hand came down on your ass once, twice, three times, the strikes swift but savage. You shrieked with each one, but despite the pain, you found yourself clenching around nothing.
“I’m yours!” You cried out. “All yours.”
“There’s a good girl. Scream all you want, sweetness, no one’s around to hear it.” He cooed, cruelly saccharine. “And now, I’m going to claim what’s mine.”
He pushed your head to the ground, keeping it there with one hand. Your cheek was pressed against a bed of damp leaves, back not so gracefully arched and ass still in the air. You heard the clink of his belt being undone, and the rustle of clothes as he pushed down his own pants.
Then his fingers went to your pussy, spreading it for his own appraisal. You could hear the lewd sounds of your arousal as he continued exploring, circling your clit torturously slow – Just the way you liked to be teased. Involuntarily, you pushed your hips back, seeking more friction. He tsked in disapproval, withdrawing his fingers a little.
“Eager thing. Does the idea of me claiming you excite you?” He said.
Your body tensed as two of his fingers sank into the molten heat of your cunt, and he hummed in utter delight. “My, my…And you’re absolutely soaked. I thought you wanted me to let you go?”
Your face and neck flushed deeply with shame. Of course, you wanted him – my God, you were absolutely ravenous for him – but he seemed to be using this desire against you. To show you just how easily he could get you to yield.
He pumped his fingers in and out of you, but just when he was getting to a steady rhythm, he pulled them out. You grit your teeth in frustration, but did not make a sound beyond your hissing breath.
“You know what I think? I think you never wanted mercy at all. You wanted to be ravaged,” he said, shifting his body to line the head of his cock with your entrance, barely pushing in. “And I’m more than happy to oblige.”
Without warning, Will fully slammed into you, your body rocking forward.
“Oh fuck!” You wailed, attempting to brace yourself, an electric jolt racing through your veins.
“Keep your head down.” He growled, his hands gripping your hips once more.
His strokes were hard and fast– perhaps punishing you for running away. His hips slapped against yours loudly, your unrestrained moans fueling him on. He felt impossibly deep at that angle, like he was literally rearranging your insides, leaving his imprint on you.
“Oh, you take me so well, don’t you?” He praised, and you felt pride swell in your chest. “Say it again: Who do you belong to?”
“I-I’m yours!” You managed between whimpers. “All yours!”
He momentarily stopped only to pull you up, your back pressed against his chest. One of his hands trailed up your front, pawing at one of your breasts, while the other snaked down to your clit. His relentless rhythm resumed soon enough, deft fingers stroking your clit up and down, up and down. Your back arched, eyes rolling to the back of your head, but he held you close.
He nibbled on your earlobe, and you were putty in his hands. Your cunt was clenching him hard, and he knew you were right there. “That’s it, good girl. Come all over my cock.”
And as he shifted his hips slightly, you tumbled into oblivion, nothing existing outside of the rolling waves of pleasure washing over you. Your mind went fully blank for a moment, your body’s singing overpowering it. His name left your lips like a prayer for salvation, over and over again – Will, Will, Will….
Not a moment later, you heard his growl in your ear, felt the heat that suddenly flooded your cunt. Once more, he branded you, his essence entwining with yours. Once more he made sure that you understood that nobody – except maybe Hannibal – could give you such pleasure, such sweet agony. Not that you needed convincing, but you weren’t about to refuse it either.
The two of you were breathing hard as you came down from your mind-numbing orgasms. Immediately, Will regained himself, and he set out to comfort you. He kissed your shoulders, your neck, your temple, making sure you understood how much you meant to him.
“Was I too rough?” He asked, stroking your arms soothingly as he unsheathed himself from you, leaving you achingly empty.
He took his jacket off, draping it over your shoulders, and pulled you back into a comfortable embrace. Nothing had ever felt more like home – the scent of his sweat-slick skin, musky and earthy, the fit of his frame around yours. It was almost narcotic, the way he made you feel.
There’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him.
“No, my love,” You sighed dreamily, nuzzling him, and kissing his jaw. “You were absolutely perfect.”
And no words had ever rang more true.
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🦋Life Is Strange: With A Sick S/O
🦋 just like the good ol' title, how the crew react when you become sick
🐺 GN!Reader, no specific pronouns are mentioned!
🦋 warnings: swearing, mentions of the reader having a cold & coughing/sneezing a lot, fluff, cute ass stuff, nathan not giving a rats ass tbh
🎧A/N: hey dudes, i'm back and i've been missin' you, feel free to request somethin'! might be a little short and the writing style has changed, feels gooooood to be back >:D.
🦋Chloe Price:
🤍| she'll joke around with you first like 'hey maybe you caught something from that snotty-nosed kid down the street' or laugh and plead that you don't sneeze on her or somethin'.
🤍| but seriously, she's fuckin' freaked especially if you've got a pretty bad cold or cough.
🤍| props to her though, she might be a bit overboard when you're sick but at least she cares.
🤍| she can't cook all that great but hey, if life ain't going so good for you then she'll somehow convince joyce to let you stay (much against davids wishes) and then you can have all the homemade chicken soup you want.
🤍| will still blast her music as loud as she wants unless you have a pretty nasty headache then she'll turn it down a little. (only a little)
🍂Kate Marsh:
🤍| an angel in disguise with the most beautiful white wings, she's there when you need her and will literally jump when you call.
🤍| will ask if your okay (like you literally aren't basically fighting for your life) then shake her head like a disappointed mother when she hears your hoarse voice.
🤍| if you're still trying to attend class or do stuff while you're sick, then she'll be the girl rushing after you and trying to get you back to your dorm.
🤍| i've said this before, kate can definitely cook but if you're not eating then she'll settle for buying fast food you like (because at least you're not dying of starvation).
🤍| checks up on you occasionally but not every second, she acts like if she even turns a lamp on that you'll die on the spot or combust into thin air.
📷 Max Caulfield:
🤍| kinda like warren, refers to you being sick as a 'total bummer' but she doesn't mean it in a way to bash you for being sick, only really to make you laugh or roll your eyes.
🤍| she texts you a few times a day when your sick, to check up on you or to occasionally..send you memes.
🤍| visits you sometimes after class, either to bring you food or just to see if you're still alive and breathin'.
🤍| when she finally gets some time to spend with you, she'll sit down beside you and show you photos that she's taken of you before you got sick. (including the one of you in a banana suit.)
🤍| if you're chilling in her dorm while she's in class, then she'll leave some music discs out for you in case you ever get sick of the silence.
🎭Rachel Amber:
🤍| she's busy cracking jokes half of the time and when you joke back she'll hit you with a 'i'm not the one coughing and sneezing everywhere, am i?'.
🤍| she won't be able to check up on you every second since she's busy with class, drama & the tempest but will still try to make time for you.
🤍| will send you updates about what she's doing though, for example 'at drama lab, still doing good?' or 'class sucks, hope ur okay.'
🤍| she can cook, yeah! but rachel seems like the type of person to eat it out of the tin instead of making it homemade (she's just like me)
🤍| she's kinda like victoria in a way that she loves you but she cannot risk being sick, especially with all the shit she's gotta do.
🎬 Victoria Chase:
🤍| she cares and is definitely worried when you suddenly become sick but tries to pretend that she doesn't, at least not that much.
🤍| she's busy with a lot of stuff so she can't always be there when you need her but she'll try to be.
🤍| so filthy rich that it's mind-blowing, she can buy you whatever, whenever you want it.
🤍| she'll text you after she's done everything she needs to do and her schedule is clear, will ask if you need anything picked up or if you're feeling any better since the last time she saw you.
🤍| okay, if you don't like nathan then i'm sorry!! she's gonna send him to give you stuff or check up on you, even if you guys literally despise each other.
🎮 Warren Graham:
🤍| he's super sweet, so no worries! he'll make sure to check up on you and give you advice whenever you need it.
🤍| doesn't care about getting sick, he's still down to hang whenever and will look at you with an awkward but reassuring smile when you're coughing your ass off.
🤍| he's the type to rub your back bro even if he knows he's gonna catch your nasty ass cold and be stuck in bed for days.
🤍| if you're okay with touch then he'll also hold your hand when he's beside you and tell you that this is gonna pass, so don't worry!!
🤍| he's chill so he might let you get up and do shit but will definitely be scared that you'll just collapse out of nowhere, even if you've only got a painless cold he's still gonna make sure you're okay.
🤍| he didn't get any affection from his father, ever. so it's gonna be hard for him to try and care for you when you're sick.
🤍| sometimes just ends up buying you stuff to make up for not being there when you need him, if you and victoria are on good terms then he'll probably just ask her if she can get you meds or anything else that can help you. (LAZYYY ASSS!!! D:<)
🤍| checks up on you when he can but will try to pretend that he hasn't been fearing for your life the whole time he's been busy, dude it's a cold.
🤍| rich just like vic! he can bring you whatever you want, just ask and he'll tiptoe through that door like a sims 2 burglar with the things you asked for in hand.
🤍| apart from that though, just ask victoria or something if you ever need company because his brain will explode and he'll look at you all dumbfounded 'n shit.
#🤍kane's headcanons#nathan prescott x reader#kate marsh x reader#victoria chase x reader#max caulfield x reader#chloe price x fem!reader#rachel amber x reader#warren graham x reader#lis headcanons#life is strange headcanons#chloe price x reader
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As long as I'm here
Graham Dunne x Fem!Reader x Eddie Roundtree
✧.* requested by anon — hey, i was wondering if you can write one where the reader and graham were best friends growing up, (she in the band) and the reader slowly started to develop feelings for him. but then karen came into the picture and the reader saw them kiss at a party so the reader drank too much but eddie was there to bring her home and comfort her. also love your work!! and so so happy you are active ❤️❤️
✧.* summary — you were in love, but things don't seem to work the way your heart wants
✧.* warnings — full angst!
✧.* word count — 2.1k
✧.* 🪕 — Graham's masterlist
✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist
✧.* mandy's notes — I'm sorry for all the time it took me to come back, hope you have a great reading! 🫶🏾
“Was that before or after I spent all my money on that van?” Rojas' voice came out in a muffled laugh, with the coexistence you knew how to tell that he was in disbelief.
“Come on Chuck, you can't do that!” You interfere, hoping he understands that you all need him. “We have a big gig tonight.”
Billy turns around irritably, running both hands through his hair, Graham is staring at the ground and the thought of seeing him sad causes a knot in your stomach. You try to hold it together, that's what you used to do since you joined the band.
You had heard the conversation between Graham, Warren, Chuck and Eddie that day when the creation of the band was proposed. They knew you were a good vocalist, they had heard you sing on a few occasions and they knew that losing you as a member would be stupid, even if the band went nowhere.
Even though he thought he was the protagonist, Billy wasn't so reluctant to share his attention with you, seeing you more as an addition to something that would be very good. Everything was on track, you were actually gaining a lot of visibility and opportunities lately and the thought of Chuck giving up was a catastrophe.
You come back from your thought when you hear Chuck's low voice say “You're out of your fucking mind”
“So now what do we do?” Rojas asks, lighting a cigarette.
“Eddie you switch over to bass” Billy orders, you can feel how tense Roundtree turns in a second.
“No.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“Please Eddie, just this time.” You ask affectionately, a little desperately.
“Fine.” He throws the unlit cigarette on the ground, heading towards the van that had brought you here.
…
“You ready Y/N?” Eddie asks through your door, you quickly grab your jacket and fix your hair before opening it.
“Let's do this.” You were nervous, it was the first time you had to do a big change for a gig and besides it was a big opportunity. All you wanted was things to go well. “Hey, I know you didn't want this but, thank you for doing it.”
Eddie smiles small, nodding before you are interrupted by some horns outside your house, you hurried towards Rojas' van where you saw him accompanied.
“New girl?” You ask Eddie before you reach the van.
“Yeah, Warren is kinda dating her right now. I guess.” Roundtree offers you a cigarette and you take it in his hand. “Hm, talking about love…”
He looks at you with a smirk, you immediately roll your eyes.
“Don't even start.” You ask, feeling your cheeks hot.
“You should tell him, you know.” As you two sit in the back of the van he “starts” even though you asked him not to. “I think you guys look cute together.”
“Y'all talking about y/n+graham’s?” Warren turns from the driver's seat with a smirk.
“What the fuck is y/n+graham's?” You ask with the cigarette between your lips, confused.
“Your couple name, we talk about you two a lot.” Eddie teases you, as Rojas nods starting the van.
“I don't know where you guys got the idea that we are something.” You lay your head against the window, feeling the breeze as you try not to smile with the thought of Graham and You as something.
The truth is that you were in love with him for years now, since before you guys were a band, you always felt amazed by him and little by little you noticed that it had become a passion. You fell in love with him deeply since you started to hang out more together, you tried to hide it but things got impossible when Eddie found your lyrics to a song that well… was pretty clear about your feelings.
You barely noticed when Warren parked in front of the place where they were going to perform, you could hear ‘The Winters’ checking the sound to make sure everything was okay. By coincidence, you had also arrived with Billy, Camila and Graham, who were getting out of the car with their instruments at the same time as you were doing the same.
You enter the place admiring the environment, happy and shocked by the different size than what you had expected. Camila hugs Eddie and then wraps her arms around Billy, Warren and his girlfriend walk hand in hand with Graham beside them when the younger Dunne stops, his eyes fixed on the stage.
His eyes follow in search of what made him stop, the figure of the blonde keyboardist singing along with the band is what your eyes see, instantly your body withers, feeling vulnerable as your feelings were completely exposed.
“Keep dreaming Peaches.” Warren teases his friend, and then turns around to show the place to his girl.
…
You were trying your best to understand how you got here, standing next to the payphone you were trying to hide how upset you were with all of this. You were silent since everyone had agreed to call Karen into the band, you weren't against her at all, but there was something that made you sad about all of this.
“I'll be right back” You mutter, retreating out of the diner with a cigarette in hand. It selfish to think that you were being replaced, you knew it, but the pain on your chest made you want to scream with this situation.
“Are you okay sweetie?” You jump in fright at Camila's voice behind you, coughing from smoke.
“Yeah, why do you ask?” Between coughs you ask, trying to hide your nuisance and overcome the burning sensation in your lungs.
“You just left and please don't get me wrong but you look upset” Out of nowhere Warren's girlfriend joins you, and you get scared once again.
“Could you guys stop scaring me?” You laugh small with your hand on your chest. "I'm fine, let's go back inside.”
And next thing you know, there was a big change for you to handle.
…
Karen wasn't the problem itself, but the way Graham's eyes lighted up everytime she opened her mouth or the way he can't stop the smile on his face when she enters the room. The problem was the ache growing on your chest when you witnessed those moments, the way your brain knew how that would never be you no matter how hard you tried.
Things were going great, you had an amazing hit and gradually you felt the band finally going the way you stopped when Billy left for rehab. But somehow even when you put all your efforts to see things on the bright side the feeling came back, it was eating you alive second by second.
You made your way downstairs to grab something to eat when you see Graham and Karen ready for something, desperately you check the clock thinking you somehow lost track of time.
“I thought Billy's housewarming party was at eight…” Eddie let out the question you were repeating in your mind, you gladly thank him in thought.
“And it is, she just asked us to come early and help them get ready.” Graham explains.
“And also take care of Julia.” Sirko adds, you hold the urge to scream in frustration.
“So I'll see you guys later.” The younger Dunne says goodbye to Roundtree with a handshake and smiles at you before leaving.
You rest your body on the sofa, exhausted, resting your head on the shoulder of the bassist next to you. He doesn't dare move,
Knowing what kind of comfort you would like at the moment, he's content to be by your side.
“Is exhausting, I know…” He says under a breath, his eyes fixed on the wall in front of you.
You don't answer, and he takes that opportunity to go on. “It feels like it won't ever stop hurting but eventually, you get used to it.” He lets out with a chuckle, getting a small smile from you.
“I don't even know if I can handle this party anymore.” You complain, covering your face with both hands.
“Don't worry, Warren and I will have you back.” He nudges you with one of his elbows, and you feel lighter with them.
“Like Warren will give me attention after his girlfriend arrived from that job trip.” Eddie laughs, knowing this is very likely.
“You know I've been in love before, with someone pretty impossible…”
“Camila” I say, he suddenly stops.
“What? No.” His cheeks flush.
“It's Camila!” You say arching your eyebrows
“It doesn't matter, okay?” He rolls his eyes. “The thing is, it passes… you'll be fine.”
This time you stay in silence
…
The party was great, even though you didn't find a specific group to join and spend time with, your company was enough for you. Suddenly you are taken by surprise as the lights go out, every room is filled with small conversations while some look for the root of the problem. You search in the darkness for Camila or anyone else in the band, trying to understand what was happening.
Your eyes see Eddie and Camila lighting some candles, you smile and leave them be. You hear crying coming from the rooms above, and worried you go towards the sound.
You find Julia crying in her crib, you take her with you downstairs trying to find Billy somewhere. Turning down some corridors you come across Graham and Karen kissing, Your body freezes and your eyes widen, you feel your heart break into mine in your chest as if a rope is tying a knot around it.
All you can think about is running away, but the child in your lap is something that holds you there. You take a deep breath, desperately looking for Billy and when you find him it's a matter of time before the tears escape your eyes. The older Dunne doesn't ask, he just picks up his daughter and watches you make your way through the crowd.
You struggle to find a corner quiet and private enough to let it all go, you open the beer you had picked up and drink it all in a few sips, feeling the alcohol rip through your throat as you open another one.There was nothing more frustrating than this feeling of incapacity, vulnerability and, above all, rejection. You feel the air leave your lungs as the crying begins, you try your best to keep your crying down but it becomes more and more difficult.
“Hey, what happened? Are you okay?” Eddie finds you, “I saw you running” He waits for your answer, but you just cry. “Everything will be fine, I'm here with you” He holds you, you let him hold you as you fall apart.
“I can't deal with this.” You bury your face on his chest, upset and feeling ashamed.
“Let me take you home.” He asks, holding your hand as he helps you up. “I'm sure Camila will understand why we're leaving.”
“Don't! Please don't tell her.” The tears fall slowly on your face. “The fact that you see me like this is already too humiliating."
“Humiliating?” He seems confused, a little bit hurt as he guides you to the car. “You don't have to be always strong with me. I'm here for you, you can cry all you want.”
As his car makes its way to your house you watch the street in silence, your eyes filling with tears every time you remembered what you had seen.
“I just.” You begin to say, crying a little. “I can't help but feel this way.”
“I know what it looks like.” He whispers, turning the car to another direction.
“Where are you going?”
“I think you don't want to stay at the house with them, what about we spend the night on the beach?” You look at him, your teary eyes curious.
“What?”
“Just walk around, swim and talk.” He knows you feel pretty comfortable at the beach, so he's looking for something that will make you feel okay.
“That sounds fun, thank you.” You try your best to smile, the car parks at the beach.
Eddie helps you walk up some rocks so you can watch the waves better, you feel the cold breeze against your body and it makes you feel a little more alive, of course, things weren't fine and far from feeling better… but not impossible to go through.
“Thank you for this.” You say in a whisper, closing your eyes as you rest your head on Roundtree's shoulder.
“Just like I always told you, you will never be alone as long as I'm here”
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