gelle

𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓶𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓵𝓵

[ellieindrag]

⊹ ˖ Ი𐑼 girl , 19 , cabin 7 , black wavy hair , polo shirts , digicams , bike , light , the cure , headphones , books , teddy bears .

people call me gelle or ellie. choose.

finn wolfhard. ao'nung tsika'u , mike wheeler , mads mikkelsen , joseph descamps , roronoa zoro , fred weasley , percy jackson , josh hutcherson , bill skarsgard , louis partridge , twekesbury , zuko , gojo , neteyam .

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[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[imanutcase-10]

Then bring me luck

[thirddeadlysin]

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

[icantbearsedtothinkofone]

Hey Potato, cure my -ing cold so I can have a good time while away.

[dduane]

Here's the potato. Make what use of it you will. :)

[cangelala]

God I need this so bad for my Midterm so please let this work again for me.

[skwangmbyul]

I could use some luck

[lanadelreysghost]

in waiting on college acceptance letters. PLEASE GOLD POTATO.

[honey-on-your-tongue]

I figure there's no harm in trying lol

[corefourever]

Finn onstage performing "Good morning" from his upcoming album

[ellieindrag]

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT finnick being the guy who definitely talks you through it. whenever you're in bed with him, he's neither rough nor soft. he's in the middle. in fact he can be both.

finnick is incredible in bed. especially the fact that he will fuck you face to face. his veiny hands wrapped around your throat, his thick cock burried inside you. his gaze flaming your eyes.

try looking away from him and he'll slap you on the face right after. "don't even think about looking anywhere, love. look at me as i devour you." your hands on his arms, holding for your dear life while you tried to keep your gaze on him.

it was in fact the hardest thing you have done. he wouldn't even let you close your eyes for a bit. his eyes may be steady on you, bruising you with it but every single time. sex for him requires words.

dirty ones.

"that's right, look at me. stay with me and try looking away and i will tie you up." it was as if it was a threat.

"come on, you can do it, just lift your hips, do it on your own, I don't wanna move anymore." he would force you to be the one to move. he wanted you to move your hips up to him to tease you. You would let out a frustrated whine.

"i c... cant"

"sure you do, honey. come on move it." and if you can't he would pull out his dick from you that brought bulge in your tummy and go lower and to your pussy then dive in as if he doesn't care about what you would react.

he eats you out until you're too spent to even moan. your hands pushing his head away from your pussy and your hips bucking away from him. you're fucking overstimulated but does he care? no. he's a fucking pervert. yes.

uhm okay

[ellieindrag]

: 𝐆𝐚𝐳𝐞 ,

read at your own risk

Unbelievable, after Descamps humiliated your friend by pulling a prank, you didn't waste no time to punch him in the face that causes his eyeglasses to fly away and leave tiny spectacles of glass in his eyes.

He whined and that's when you realized you fucked up. Teachers then hurried up to him and brought him to the hospital.

You were guilty but at the same time, relieved, he fucking deserves that and you will not waste your spit apologizing.

You were called to the office of Mr. Ballenger and of course got scolded.

The next day, you tried to keep it cool when you arrived at school but then when you turned around, you saw him. Descamps.

His left eye was patched up and you can't help but feel guilty again. You can't tell if he's looking at you but his head is definitely to you. He stood there for a minute, like glaring at you before continuing to walk.

You gulped, he looked mad.

"Hey, he deserves it." Simone cheered you up after seeing you tense a bit.

The next period was P.E class. The short you wore was a bit too short, but who cares. You can punch, definitely can send them to the hospital too.

It was a bit too unfair for you girls who were assigned to climb up a rope rather than play with boys.

It was then your time to climb the rope after Simone, but before you could climb it up, you noticed a pair of eyes looking directly at you.

He was there, on the bench. Resting his elbows on his knee as gazed at you seriously.

You gulped before withdrawing your eyes from him.

When you climb the rope, you can feel your shirt lifting a bit. You probably didn't know but Descamps smirked at the sight of you.

Gosh, it was so tiring. You left the gym to go to the teachers bathroom, to wash your face full of sweat.

It was peaceful until someone opened the door behind you thinking it was one of the girls. You couldn't see the face of who it is due to wiping your face with your towel. But the moment you put down your towel, your eyes met his.

Him. The guy you almost murdered. Descamps, behind you. Standing quietly while locking your eyes with his on the mirror.

His tongue moved to the side of his cheeks, telling that he's still mad at what happened.

"Well, here's the hero of the day." He says cool. Hands buried on his pocket.

You turned around and met his brown eyes once again. He's tall, so he has to look down at you and you have to look up.

"Descamps..." Your voice trembled while taking a quiet step back. He followed.

"You're interesting, you know."

"Why are you here?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" He eyes didn't even budge. Your back hit the wall. He took something in his pocket and put it between his lips. Cigarettes. He lightened it up and blew the smoke on your face.

You coughed. "Trying to rape me?" You joked.

He huffed, with a small smile on his lips. "Could do that, darling."

"I have a name."

"But i like this name."

He stepped forward.

"God, you're insufferable." He whispered. Smoke leaving his lips and nose.

You didn't realize how close he was that your nose was barely touching. "I will not apologize." You said coldly.

"Then don't. I'm not forcing you." He took the drag of the cigarette again.

"What? Okay..." That was awkward. "Why would you do that then, Descamps. Pulling a prank at someone is not even funny." You kept your eyes on him while he inhaled his cigarettes again. "You're cruel, just because a girl beats you up in the cafeteria doesn't mean you have to do them dirt-"

He crashed his lips on you. Your eyes widened and got the instinct back then pushed him away. "What the fuck?!" You wiped your lips with the back of your hand.

He scoffed. He stepped forward again and captured your lips one more time. He deepened the kiss as you tried to push him away with your all might, but nothing seems to work. His big, veiny hands caged your face still so that he could devour your lips.

He bit your lower lips so hard you could taste blood. You winced causing your lips to open. He took the chance to explore your mouth. He moaned against your lips.

He tasted like cigarettes. You tasted like strawberries because of your liptint.

"Gosh, you did this."

"Fuck off." You whispered against his lips while he kept deepening it. You didn't notice that your hand flew on his chest for support.

All of the sudden, he has grown wild. He feels like a starved man. Gosh, his lips moved against yours like you're disappearing. You couldn't keep up anymore that you began to push him away on the chest for air.

He didn't allow it.

You struggled. But then his right hand that was on your face moved to your neck. Wrapping his fingers around it. This man is hungry.

He finally pulled back. His lips glisten with saliva and a thread that connects your lips and his. His forehead is against yours as you seek for air like it's your last. You have noticed his cigarettes on the floor, dead but still full.

"Fuck you." You whispered, meaning you wanted him to fuck off.

"I'm on it." He murmured against your cheeks.

Im ovulating, girls. Let me be. if there's any grammar errors, i got lazy editing it so let it be, unless it'll punch you.

[ellieindrag]

okay what the actual fuck, where's joseph descamps fanfic please i need to read some but today I've made up my mind, I'm gonna write some.

[1ych333]

bury me

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Summary: After a hazy night out, you awaken in unfamiliar surroundings.

Warnings: SMUT, Intoxication(reader), non/dub-con, kidnapping, fingering, edging, unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving), taking advantage, praise, degradation, p w p, soft Hannibal+Will, manipulation

A/N: yall I haven’t abandoned cillian I swear. Kinda hate this but hope yall enjoy! Sorry for any mistakes ^^

“Where’d you find this one?”

You hear the two men conversing,

"She was sitting outside a bar, practically begging to be taken," the accented man replies, casually recounting your hazy night.

Your head feels like it weighs a thousand pounds as you lift it, trying to take in your surroundings. Clearly, this nap hasn't sobered you up at all. As you groan, signaling your awakening, the two men approach.

"Don't fucking touch me," you manage to say, pushing yourself up and scrambling back on the couch. Your attempt at a threat falls flat, and you feel utterly defenseless as they advance. The taller one, dressed in a suit, kneels in front of you, his cold, calloused hands spreading apart your knees. The contrast against your warming skin sends a shiver through you.

His hair is slightly disheveled, and his eyes are both captivating and dangerous. You're drawn to his face, momentarily distracted from his actions, until his hand slides further down your thigh.

"What are you—no. Stop!" you exclaim, your words slurred as your brain struggles to keep up. You try to stop him, your hands landing on his, but your grip is weak.

"Ignoring your subconscious desires can be detrimental to your health, young lady," he says, a smirk playing on his lips as his hand slips free of your limp grasp.

His thumb presses against your clothed heat, leaving a damp spot. The two men exchange a knowing glance before switching, and mortified, you squeeze your knees together, trying to shield yourself.

Will kneels before you, spreading your legs with the back of his hands as he rides your skirt up to your hips. He slips your panties off effortlessly, throwing them behind him. Hannibal sits beside you on the couch, distracting you from Will. He uses your chin to guide your head to face him, then capturing you in a passionate kiss.

His grip on your chin harshens, and for a second it feels like he’s consuming you rather than kissing you. Will lazily circles your clit, building the tension to make you breathless and needy. Your eyes squeeze as you feel him enter a finger into you, letting you adjust before plunging it all the way. Your mouth gapes open as you gasp, rocking your hips against his hand.

“So fucking tight.” Will states.

Hannibal takes this as an opportunity to slide his tongue in, battling with your tongue before ravishing around your mouth and forcing it down your throat. His fingers thread through your hair, keeping you in place.

You feel suffocated as Hannibal sucks your moans in. The finger inside you thrusts at a rapid rate, curling until it hits your good spot, which doesn’t go unnoticed. Another finger was inserted, tightening your walls around the fingers as you cry into Hannibal’s mouth. Your back arches as Hannibal finally breaks apart, your lips swelling and red. Hannibal then holds your neck, not roughly but enough to guide. He lifts up, allowing himself to plant soft kisses along your jawline and down your neck. His hands expose your now bare breasts before he latches onto a nipple, sucking on it whilst teasing the other.

Your toes curl as you reach your orgasm, your breath quickening as your head falls back. With that, the fingers are suddenly retracted, letting you come down from your much needed high.

“Don’t stop.” You plead, out of breath.

Will smirks as he licks his fingers, to which Hannibal lifts his head up,

“Don’t be cruel, Will. The mind can only take so much.”

“Please.” You plead, your eyelashes fluttering. He plunges his fingers back in, rubbing your clit with his thumb. Your hips rocked frantically against his hand, chasing your release yet again. You came with a moan, your body shuddering as you panted.

Hannibal picked you up bridal stile effortlessly before walking over to the unsteady table. He leans onto the table as he plants you down onto the floor. You sway side to side unconsciously, and your heels don’t help to maintain your balance. You lean on Will as he stands before you. As you hear a zip behind you, your eyes widen.

“Wait.. Wait.” You repeat, turning your head around to see Hannibal pulling his cock out. You were sober enough to know that you couldn’t do this. Not only were you off the pill, but you also couldn’t take that length.

“Shh. Baby. Focus on me.” Will says, dragging your attention to him. He captures your lips into a kiss, his fingers sliding through your hair before grabbing it by the roots, using it to steer your head forward and push you deeper into the kiss. His kiss was less dominating than Hannibal’s. It was soft, enjoyable.

Hannibal centers his cock with your hole, rubbing it against your folds before letting his tip enter slowly. You moaned, pulling away from Will as your eyes rolled back. You stabilize yourself by holding onto Will’s shoulders.

Hannibal thrusted fully inside of you, watching how your pussy swallowed all of his cock perfectly, tight and warm. You dug your nails into Wills shoulders, your bottom lip dropped as he captures you into a kiss again, this time, he travels through your jawline to nibble on your earlobe. His kisses get more harsh as he travels through your neck, now sucking onto skin to leave marks. A reminder of this night that your brain will try to erase.

You lean into Will, causing Hannibal to grab your hips and pull you back onto his cock, hitting your good spot and hard. Your back arches as you hide your head in Will’s neck. Hannibal fucks you deep, hitting your spot repeatedly. You bite will’s shoulders, not enough to draw blood but enough to mark.

He smiles before drawing your head up, “Look at me.”

You lift your head up slowly, your head still moving forward and backwards with each thrust. It’s only then that you fully take in his beauty. His brown curls stuck to the sweat on his face, long but kept. His button nose twitched with every touch, his eyelashes fluttered with eye contact. He was truly beautiful.

“Fuck,” Hannibal groaned, his thrusts becoming more desperate and messy, his back curls on top of yours as he holds your shoulder with one hand and your hip with another, hitting you deeper. He watches as his cock disappeared in and out of your pussy, the sound of skin slapping surrounding his ears.

Hannibal’s cum shot inside you, filling you up. His thrusts getting lazier and lazier as he fucked his cum back inside of you to the deepest point. Your moans quietened as your breath got raggedy, knees buckling as Hannibal, your main support, pulled out. You wrapped your arms around Will as his hand snaked around your waist to support you. Hannibal tucked his now limp cock back into his pants and took out a cigarette before lighting it.

With a puff, he watched as Will placed you onto the couch and took off your heels. Not only were you just drunk, but also cock drunk. He lay back as they all settle their breathing.

You fade in and out of consciousness, your body fighting to black out. You notice the tent in Will’s pants, bringing about an idea that didn’t process through various parts of your brain. You rest your chin onto his thighs, looking up at him with doe eyes and batting your eyelashes before pulling his pants down to his thighs. They both look at you, then the hard-on, curiously.

“Darling?” Hannibal asked, impressed and surprised that one fuck already made you a whore.

You close your eyes, sticking your tongue out and licking Will’s cock through his boxers, forming a wet patch as the cock gets harder.

Will groans softly, then exclaims, "Look at her. Can't we keep her?"

Hannibal walks over, crushing the cigarette under his shoe before gently caressing your hair. "No," he says firmly, watching as Will's face falls.

"Keep me," you say sweetly, your words slurring, half-unsure of what you're even saying.

You unwrap your swollen pink lips on Will’s cock and lay your head down on his thighs, fading in and out of sleep.

"See? Even she wants us to," Will argues, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

"She's intoxicated. Heavily," Hannibal replies sternly, maintaining his composure. After a brief pause, he continues, "I'm sure there will be another time we...bump into her. Then you can continue this," he gestures towards Will's lap with a subtle, knowing look.

"Check her driver's license for an address. I'll get her dressed, and then we'll drop her off. It'll be as if nothing happened tonight," Hannibal concludes, his tone suggesting the matter is settled.

[dolicekiss]

Hey,

could you please write a yandere Hannibal one-shot, where the reader is one of Bedelia‘s ex patients/friends and Will‘s best friend. Will soon knows Hannibal is interested in her,( after she met him,while dropping of Will for therapy) and tries to ^save^ her from him. However Hannibal again has his way and maybe it ebds with smut?

♡: ohmygod i was literally about to write a yandere nigel but this is even better, especially knowing how manipulative hannibal can be !! also, i hope i do this justice, thanks :D

Famished

PAIRING: Yandere!Hannibal x Gullible, mentally disturbed female reader.

CONTENT WARNING: smut (18+ only, minors dni) unprotected sex, manipulative hannibal, oral (female receiving) fingering, yandere hannibal, mention of drugging, mentally disturbed reader and traumatized, taking advantage (hannibal is cooking up plans) slight breeding kink, reader is very gullible <3 that's all

SYNOPSIS: After dropping Will Graham to his therapy session and having a run in with his prominent, renowned psychiatrist — Dr. Hannibal Lecter, you become the object of his infatuation and obsession. It is in his best interests to make you fall for him, make you his. Whether it is by his cunning manipulation tactics or his alluring charms.

For the first time ever, Hannibal Lecter found himself lost and in a puzzled position.

He was at a loss of words for the immense amount of adoration and awe swelling in his chest whenever he laid his eyes on you — which was rare. As you only came by when you had to drop your best friend, Will Graham to his office. It wasn't in your daily routine, as you had other things in life that required your attention but whenever you were available and whenever Will needed your help, you were there.

Because he was there when you needed someone.

Hannibal’s brain was quick to recognize you though, after seeing an old file of yours in Bedelia’s office, with your picture inside. It had all your details and Hannibal felt as if it was meant to be. He'd read your file, in the absence of Bedelia. Completely out of character for even someone like him but he knew you.

He knew all of you.

The exchange of pearly smiles between you and Will when he first introduced you to Hannibal was not very pleasing to the eye for the blonde male. Aggravated but hiding behind the mask of politeness, he only returned those smiles and then watched you leave his office.

That same night, both Hannibal and Will were restless. Will because he had noticed the curiosity awakening in Hannibal’s impassive gaze when he took note of you and Hannibal laid restless because of the uneasiness felt ever since you had left his office. He had this, insatiable urge, he felt —famished.

And only you could satiate that hunger of his.

“Hannibal, you appear lost.” Bedelia commented, the dullness of her office somehow matching his own. The two shared similar tastes, no wonder he was associated with her.

He lifted his gaze up from the red carpet covering the entirety of her floor, fingers tucked understand his chin. He was indeed lost, lost in you. Like an alligator, you had consumed him whole and he slightly twitched in the seat.

Hannibal had a plan.

This was the plan.

“I had a run in with one of Will’s associates, who also used to be your patient.” He responded, bitterly referring to you as his associate instead of his friend because even the idea of that burned him with such envy and jealousy.

Will didn't deserve you.

Not as his friend, not as something else.

Bedelia crossed her leg, staring at him with certain curiosity. “I do not break doctor patient confidentiality.”

“I'm aware.” Hannibal responded as quickly as he could, eyeing the woman. His presence was heavy and his gaze was sharp as an eagle's. Nothing missed him, not even the subtle details and minorities of life.

He noticed everything.

Hannibal laid his hands on his lap, mimicking Bedelia as he crossed his leg over the other but with much more authority. “Why did you stop seeing her?”

Bedilia scoffed. “I didn't stop seeing her, she told me her mind had healed. That she didn't need me anymore, that she was fine.” Her voice was laced with subtle bitterness at how you interrupted their sessions. Bedelia felt like she was being called incompetent indirectly by you.

That was all Hannibal needed.

This time you dropped Will off again but this time, he seemed evidently upset with the idea of you running in with Hannibal Lecter again. It was weird to you, how he acted when it came to you crossing paths with his psychiatrist. Hell, you'd even made a joke about not snatching the handsome doctor away from Will.

But he only responded with a sour face, definitely not impressed with your horrible attempt at a joke.

As he exited the car and headed for his office, you watched him but then your eyes captured a wallet and a phone right where Will was sitting. He'd left his belongings behind. You let out a sigh, contemplating whether to give them to him now or later. You didn't care that your bestfriend acted all sour at the mention of crossing paths with Hannibal.

He was uncomfortable with the idea of you meeting his own psychiatrist, now that was weird. You left the car too, with the items in your hand and headed inside. Air chilly against your skin, you smiled at how its soft hands caressed your skin, prickling it slightly but you basked in the feeling.

As you reached the door, you knocked on it and waited for someone to open it. It was peeled open and there stood Hannibal, and a smile broke when he caught you standing there. Cladded in a long coat, which concealed a casual dress behind it. His gaze took you in, drank you like the most finest wine and then he captured the familiar wallet and phone in your hand.

He'd seen it one too many times in the hand of his patient.

“Here to return his belongings, I assume?”

You nodded your head. “He forgot these.”

Extending out your hand with Will’s things in your hand, the door was pulled open more revealing another figure. Will stared at you, a look of annoyance on his face when he found you standing there. He'd told you, even subtly warned you to not ever come to Hannibal’s office but here you were. Breaking the only rule that he presented before you.

You rolled your eyes at Will, his behavior abnormal and different than usual was something you didn't appreciate at all.

Hannibal took the things from you and then handed them over to Will. “I'll take my leave then, goodbye.”

Just like that, you were out of the towering presence of those two. God, was it only your imagination or did it actually feel suffocating being in their presence together — especially after Will had warned you off basically to not come in front of Hannibal Lecter ever. The way he smiled at you, it was sweet but for some reason, goosebumps woke up on your skin.

You shook your head, went home and after a warm shower, curled up in your bed. An attempt to sleep, for the umpteenth time but everytime you rested your eyes, that same nightmare haunted you once more. Adding a new digit to the list as it did. Reminding you of the darkness that would always stay within you. Rooted inside you.

The blood soaked hands, the screams, the shattering of glass — it replayed over and over again. Like a film that was lagging a lot, hesitating to go forward, so all you could do was rewind and watch that same scene over and over.

You woke up, drenched in sweat. Chest heavy and lungs desperate to drag in as much air as they could. It was all too vivid, like it had happened today and not years before when you were only a little girl.

It wasn't easy living with the fact that you had been spared by your kidnapper while he slaughtered your friend, right before your very gaze. You didn't deem it worth it, didn't find yourself worthy enough to be alive, instead of her.

If he'd only killed you too.

— ♡ —

The next day Will had told you he'd pick you up from your house and take you somewhere, somewhere where he could discuss something important with you. It baffled you when the man pulled up to his own house, the irony of it leaving you with certain uneasiness.

“Will, just tell me. Are you jealous?”

That could be the only reason.

He stayed silent, not answering your question before letting out a sigh of what you assumed to be frustration. He shook his head, fingers scurrying to fix his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Eyebrows furrowed and curls resting against his forehead.

“You need to stay away from Hannibal Lecter. He is a dangerous man, a sadist, a cunning bastard.” You blinked at all the profanities Will Graham was suddenly using to describe his own psychiatrist.

You had no idea of his little plan to play along with Hannibal to catch him so this whole situation was extremely uncomfortable for you.

“You're making that up.” You accused him, with a shake of your hand to dimiss his accusations. “If he was such a cunning bastard, he wouldn't be your psychiatrist.”

“Listen to me.” Will’s voice was dangerously low, frustration obvious in it. “Just do what I'm saying. Don't linger around him, don't even drop me off anymore.”

The water was slowly boiling over your heads and it could spill at any moment. Tension rose in the room and you, with your adamant personality, didn't give in. You wanted— no, you needed to know this. Just what the fuck was going on and why were you being kept in the dark?

It made you feel hopeless and almost sad, because to you it seemed as the only paddle in your life didn't really trust you.

“First, stop hiding shit from me. I'm your fucking bestfriend, Will. Just tell me—”

The loud noise of his palms slamming down on the wooden table in his living room made you flinch. Your body jumping as you let out a shriek at the loud noise, not very fond of them ever since the traumatizing event from your childhood. You hadn't expected him to react like this, especially with such aggression.

“Just stay the fuck away from Hannibal Lecter. That's all I'm asking you to do, you can't even do that?” Eyebrows scrunched and disappointment swirling behind those specs of his, your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach at his tone, words and his unexplainable behavior.

It all overwhelmed you to the core.

Then a knock interrupted you both.

Will and you turned around and found Hannibal standing behind the net door, his aura slicing through the heavy tension that hung like a knife on your heads. You composed yourself, hands with a tremor reaching out to fix the few loose strands of your messy bun.

You swallowed thickly — once more put in a situation where you had to pretend to be fine for someone else. All because of your own bestfriend.

The fact made you vulnerable, so fucking vulnerable. To the point Hannibal would smell it off you and it gave him the perfect opportunity, laid out on a damn silver platter. Awaiting to be devoured.

“What're you doing here, Hannibal?”

Hannibal’s gaze exchanged between the two of you, pretending as if he wasn't just standing outside eavesdropping on your conversation. It was evident on your face that you wanted to leave, as soon as you could but without Will’s help, you couldn't actually leave. His fucking house was in the middle of nowhere and he was your only ride.

You wrapped an arm around yourself instinctively, a habit you'd adapted to when you were little. In a silly little attempt to protect yourself from the harm you faced as a child.

“Had to discuss something about a case but I guess I chose the wrong timing?” His gaze trailed over you and he took notice of the way your chest fell and rose, how you stood there as if you were cornered and scared, your own arm wrapped around you in a sense to provide the comfort you ached for.

You seemed so perfect like this.

On the verge of breaking.

“I'll be outside.” You didn't even bother grabbing your coat, only reached for the door and left without sparing them both a glance.

The cold hit you like a damn truck, shivers dancing across your spine. Regret consumed you about not grabbing your coat from Will’s hanger but you were too stubborn to go back inside and take it. So you chose to suffer in the cold, sitting by the stairs, staring ahead into the darkness the forest and the night had to offer you.

You thought about Will. His behavior, how he'd spoken to you despite knowing your history and it pained you but as usual, you suppressed it. Your pain didn't matter, how could it matter when you were lucky enough to be left alive while your own friend was slaughtered like some fucking animal?

Knees glued to your chest, you didn't know for how long you stayed there but you felt someone put a coat on you. Your body was quick to absorb the warmth it had to offer and you lifted your head up, hoping you'd find Will but instead Hannibal had shown you more decency than your own friend.

‘Cunning bastard, this?’ You thought.

“Thank you.” You held the coat tightly around your shoulder and noticed it wasn't yours, it was his own. Hannibal had given you his own coat and the bare minimum action, the simple act of kindness, it all was enough to worsen the situation for you right now.

For Hannibal, this was perfect.

You were the perfect prey.

He knew Will would react the way he had — his emotional outbursts were bound to get aggressive and he wanted Will to be on thin ice around you. To make you cautious of him, so that your lonely heart will begin searching for another companion.

Him.

“Your car isn't in the driveway, which means Will is going to drop you off.” He said and stared ahead at the empty space next to Will’s car. “But I suppose you don't really wish to be in his presence right now.”

You slowly nodded.

He was a psychiatrist, a witty one at that. There was no point in lying to the man as you tightened the coat around you. His scent bringing along a sense of comfort. It was warm, a little like nature itself.

“If you allow me, I can drop you off.”

Hannibal extended his hand out, staring down at you and you looked at his hand, then him. It was a moment of silence but help was offered and you slowly slipped your hand into his, as he raised you up from the ground. The touch of your hand, being this fucking fortunate enough to be able to feel you flesh to flesh, Hannibal was over the moon. An itch growing in his thumb to run it lightly over the skin of your knuckles but he somehow with the power of a celestial being restrained himself.

Your perfume had branded his skin.

You had branded his skin.

He lead you to his car and you sat inside, all the while Will watched from his window. There was only so much he could do but he knew that Hannibal’s charm was difficult, nearly impossible to resist. Whether he visited in the form of archangel azrael, a companion or a foe.

He was still going to be in control.

The car ride was silent when it began. Your gaze lingering over the passing street lamps, blurring in your vision as a lone tear slid down your cheek. Akin to the person you were, lonely and isolated.

“I could sense the tension in the air.” Hannibal’s soft voice sliced through the silence. “Are you alright?”

You turned to him and nodded. “Just a small misunderstanding, that is all.”

It was, infact, not a misunderstanding. Hannibal knew why you seemed this heartbroken, about the incident that occurred to you as a child, about Will’s outburst and how it terrified you.

Like a ripe fruit, you were all raw and vulnerable. Ready to be consumed by him, to be savored by him, to get rid of his insatiable hunger.

Hannibal believed he could fix you — by not fixing you at all. A broken masterpiece you were and he'd be damned if he tried to put back the pieces together. He preferred the picture he saw right now more.

“He should not have raised his voice at you.”

Your gaze lifted up. “You heard it?”

He nodded, while swiftly taking a turn into a street. “I did not mean to pry, my deepest apologies. I managed to arrive exactly at the time when he was having his outburst.”

“It's fine.” Your head hung low as you played with your fingers in your lap. Hannibal noticed, writing it down in his little mental diary he'd kept in his head. “I don't understand why he behaved the way he did. It was, upsetting.”

You mumbled the last word, shaking your head. Hannibal glanced your way. “You were under Bedelia's care, no?”

By now, you'd come to know that the two were friends and knew each other. But deep down you hoped that they hadn't discussed you like some curse, like some ugly freak who magically survived a cruel man while her friend got swallowed.

“Yes.” You whispered. “Her ways to heal the human mind are, peculiar.”

To be honest, Bedelia seemed like a woman who cared more about the influence and power she had on you than your well-being and that feeling of forced incompetence along with other things became the reason of your end with her.

Hannibal chuckled, barely.

It was just there and you heard it for a single moment. “Did you not find her treatment appropriate?”

“I didn't deem her fit to be my doctor,” you picked at the skin around your nails out of habit. “honestly, I don't find anyone fit to be my doctor.”

There was silence.

But Hannibal soon spoke. “Could the feeling that only you're capable of understanding your mind because of you going through what you did be the cause of this?”

Jesus, the man was spot on.

It slightly unnerved you.

“Are you analyzing me, Dr. Lecter?” There was soft sarcasm your voice was laced with as you smiled.

The man stared straight ahead. “Maybe, would you mind allowing me to analyze you at my office over a glass of wine?”

You knew you couldn't go back to your lonely house, especially after the remnants of Will’s behavior affecting you the way they did. The sound of his palms slamming down on the wood echoed in the back of your mind and you had no other option than to agree to Hannibal’s offer.

But poor you, it was all part of his plan.

He'd read your file, thoroughly, well aware of your triggers and your mind. How it worked, processed things, he knew it all and the wicked man used it to his advantage. To lure you in like a prince charming only to shift into a hideous beast.

When you made it to his office, the man had offered you the finest of wine. The most expensive one, all the way from Florence and you could practically taste italy in the bottle — delicious, warm and fruity. You reveled in each sip as you sat across the man on his table, flipping through a book about the human mind.

You enjoyed reading books, found solace in them and Hannibal had all the more to offer.

“I can't believe you've got these many books.” You pointed out, lifting your eyes up at the man who was now coming down from the ladder with multiple books in his arms. It was sweet how he was offering you his book, his wine, his company because somewhere he knew you needed it.

Loneliness was a slow death.

Poison so bitter but painful, it tore you apart piece by piece.

He ambled his way towards you, taking a seat on the chair and placing the books right in front of you on the table. “These are nothing. I own a library too.”

Your eyes widened. “You're kidding.”

Hannibal’s heart skipped a beat at how your eyes expanded in sheer shock, his lips expressing a small smile. You seemed akin to a child in that moment, innocent and appalled by the idea.

“No, dear. I'm fortunately not.” He replied, hands settled on the table. “I could take you there.”

“I'd love to go.” You were quick to reply back but then composed yourself a little, not wanting to come across as desperate. You began coursing through the book, reading the contents of it simultaneously sipping your wine.

Then Hannibal spoke. “You seem disturbed, dear.”

You stopped reading and looked at him, with a confused expression before realizing what he meant. Will’s behavior had left you in a great deal of confusion as well as underlined fear. It was stomach churning, when you remembered how dark his eyes were or how angry he appeared. All too similar to the fragments of the man that had abducted you during you childhood.

“He reminded me of him.” You blunted out, not really caring anymore to conceal your emotions and fears. It had to be how vulnerable you were seeming, craving human companionship and attention. To be comforted and reassured that nothing was wrong with you.

Hannibal leaned forward. “Of who?”

“The man who took me.” Your fingertip danced over the stamped ink on the beige piece of paper, gaze following along the letters and lines. “Every aggressive man reminds me of him.”

“Your fear of aggressive men stems from your childhood, as one had taken you. It is no surprise you'd feel uneasiness in Will’s presence now.” Hannibal was right. These heightened emotions of fear and discomfort would only consume you if you continued seeing Will in the light that he had presented himself in.

He was your friend. Your best friend, the man who was always there — to be your paddle and to be your pillar but now you were scared of him. Of everything, the whole situation to stay away from Hannibal. You were right in his office and so far, he had brought you no harm at all.

Only provided you with company.

“He told me to stay away from you.” The lump in your throat began to grow. If you had a gut feeling, it had definitely melted in the presence of Hannibal. Blinded by his charm and his long blonde strands hovering over his forehead. “It was confusing, Dr. Lecter. It was— too much. He repeated it like a broken record, over and over again. Ordered me even and I don't understand why he was telling me to be this cautious when you're his psychiatrist.”

Hannibal and you made eye contact, for a brief moment before you averted your gaze from him, lacking the courage to look straight into his penetrating eyes.

“Will is unstable.” Hannibal stated, as he caressed his own hand with the fingers of the other. “I have no intention to ruin the camaraderie you both have but his attempt to kill me tells me enough about his mind.”

Your eyes expanded.

Will tried to do what?

And the fact that Hannibal seemed so unbothered about it and continued seeking him as a patient. It was like Bedelia’s case all over again, except hers actually ended meanwhile Hannibal continued giving Will his time and effort.

“But why? I don't get it and you're still seeing him—just, what is going on?” Stressed and frustrated, feeling like you were being kept in the dark, you brought your fingers upto your forehead and began massaging it. It was too much for you, especially when you had your own battles to fight.

Hannibal reached for you, his own hand placed above yours. In silent comfort. “Will is my friend, or so I see him as one. He's unstable and his acts of impulsivity are my responsibility to fix although—”

He stopped and tilted his head. “I can see it is beginning to affect you too.”

You sighed, as you didn't remove your hand from underneath his. Only watching him with a gaze clouded in confusion. This was all like plates shattering over and over on the top of your head and still there is no bleeding, only the throbbing pain that increased with time.

Maybe Hannibal was right.

He was his doctor after all. Will appeared unstable, especially after his behavior tonight and the complexity of the situation terrified you.

“It is humiliating to be flesh.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you finished all your wine. The sound of Hannibal’s chair scraping against the floor caught your attention and you watched as he rose up from his seat and walked towards you. In his hand was a sketchbook that he'd retrieved from his table.

He stood next to you, placing the sketchbook over your book and then leaning down. The close proximity should've made you uncomfortable, should've sent you scurrying out of his office but because of how gentle he was, you didn't budge. “Open it.”

Your fingers with a subtle tremor in them reached for the crisp edge of the sketchbook and you flipped it open revealing the art of pencils. Humans, bodies, organs, they were all presented to beautifully and you looked up at Hannibal.

Face a few inches apart.

“You made this?”

He nodded.

You flipped through a few more and resisted the urge to caress the face of the greek personalities he'd drawn. They were so beautiful, as beautiful as him and you didn't find yourself uncomfortable like how you expected you would when laying eyes upon the more —gruesome part of his art.

It was beautiful.

“This is truly spectacular.” You commented in a whisper as you raised your stare from the sketches and looked up at him. Your lips were only a few inches apart and Hannibal found himself completely captivated by you. The sheer vulnerability and raw pain in your gaze was tugging him towards his arousal, undeniable and strong for you.

He swallowed as his dark eyes took in the sight of your lips.

And you repeated his actions, staring at his lips in return.

It all happened too fast. He'd kissed you, hand reaching to brush the hair behind your shoulder, then moving to grasp your face in it as he delved deeper. Hannibal was holding back so much, concealing the animal that he was from you, hiding beneath the cloak of a gentle demeanor and a beautiful face. His thumbs swiped over your cheek in gentle brush strokes as he pried your lips open, inserting his tongue.

Draping it around your own, the kiss grew intense and this was the first time you'd ever gotten involved with a man like this. It was too inundating but it also felt extremely good as you had denied yourself this pleasure for so long.

Hannibal’s hands slithered down to your waist, to circle around it curve of it as he raised you from the chair, lifting you up to place you down on the table. Still your height couldn't accommodate with his, neck craned up to kiss him. He soon broke the kiss, forehead pressed against yours as his warm breath mingled with yours.

“It is not humiliating to be flesh, rather special and profound.” He whispered, in response to your sentence from earlier as you gazed up at him. Eyes clouded by desire as your heart swelled with finally feeling like you were being understood. Hannibal understood you.

The connection you felt with him was intense.

The man leaned, and you expected him to kiss you again but this time he chose to attack your neck, peppering kisses all over the unmarked skin. His hands rested by your side, fingers digging into the wooden desk to keep the monster inside him at bay. He was too overwhelmed by his wanton for you but you were a fragile little thing.

He couldn't scare you, not yet.

His teeth dug into your skin, biting and tugging like some beast and you winced in response. It felt good but it was something you hadn't tried with anyone before. You've had sex before— one boy and he was nowhere near the same level as Hannibal. Just by biting on your skin, the man had you squirming.

“If Will finds out—”

He silenced you by pressing a finger on your lips. “Will shouldn't care. You're a mature, independent, grown woman. You know what you want, don't you?”

You nodded.

He was treating you like an adult, rather than some broken little doll. But that was Hannibal’s play, he knew that you craved the validation, you wanted to get treated like an adult and not some damaged person. After being in therapy, people almost treated you as you were some mentally unstable person who didn't know what she wanted. A broken, deranged person that didn't know better.

Hannibal made you feel differently, in such a short amount of time.

“So beautiful.” He whispered, as his fingers moved to the buttons of your dress. He unbuttoned each, swiftly proving that he was an experienced man and then his hands rose up to your shoulders, slipping the dress off and exposing the bare skin.

Your breath hitched and in a couple of minutes, Hannibal had completely rid you of any clothes. His own blazer soon came off, followed by his tie and then his shirt. Before you could reach for the buckle of his dress pants, he scoped you up in his arms and took you over to the couch. Lips pressed against yours, he bit harshly on your lower lip, enough to draw blood and somehow you enjoyed this aggressive manner of his kissing.

He laid you down on the couch and crawled on top of you, his knee settled between your thighs. You whimpered upon contact with his clothed knee as he traveled down, while leaving kissing against your skin, face buried between your thighs. The man held you open to his lascivious gaze, pressing a soft kiss against your clit causing you to shudder. Your thighs twitched in response and he loved how your body responded to his touch.

You were a delicious fucking sight.

He licked a long stripe across your cunt and your back lifted off the couch in anticipation. Hannibal pushed you back down, both his hands holding you firmly down on the couch, his arm prying your thighs further open. Closing his lips around your clit, he sucked feverishly and you cried out. It felt too fucking good.

One hand released you, dropping between your legs. His fingers ran up and down your cunt, coating themselves in the slick of your arousal and then slowly, he added a finger into you. He was gentle with it and stared up at you, mouth still continuing its assault on your clit while holding eye contact. Tears danced on your waterline, waiting for that one single push to slide down in rivulets on your face.

His finger picked up its pace then he added another. Your wet walls clung tightly onto his fingers, pulling them in and he reveled in all the little sounds you and your body kade. The whimpers you released, the wet sounds of your greedy pussy and the ragged breathing escaping you.

“How do you feel, Darling? How good am I making you feel with just my mere fingers?”

Hannibal’s voice had fallen a few octaves lower, deep and rough. You parted your lips open to speak but the wicked man curved his finger and your lips only let out a gasp, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling. He grinned at your reaction. “Answer me.”

You swallowed down another whine threatening to run out of your throat. “It feels amazing, Hannibal. Just —so good.”

He added a third finger and curved them altogether, hitting them against the little sponge of pleasure inside you, rapidly and with increasing speed. Your hands traveled down to grip on his golden strands, fisting them as he continued licking across your cunt and fucking you with his fingers.

Then he stopped.

Dropping all his movement.

His tongue replaced his fingers causing you to buck your hips in anticipation and need, aching for more. Hannibal was feasting on you and he wasn't going to stop anytime soon. He was beyond it. Not possessing any sort of self control anymore.

Fingernails digging into the side of your hips, he dragged them down into your skin as he hungrily ate you out. Tongue plunging in and out of your tiny hole, licking and savoring the taste of you. You were fucking sweet, heavenly and delicious. Hannibal’s mind was clouded by his lust, his ache for you. How he wished he could trap you inside thess walls of his office, of his home and never let you out ever again.

Even the sun and moon didn't deserve to capture the sight of you.

“Hannibal, I'm close.” You whined, thighs shaking as your stomach churned with a foreign feeling. It was going to be fucking intense, you knew it because of how much you were shaking.

He looked up at you. “Come for me, Darling. Make a mess.”

Your stomach clenched and twisted at his words and you soon unfurled underneath him. Thighs suffering from perpetual convulsions and eyes seeing white, rolling to the back of your head. Blood pumping in your chest, spreading like wildfire in your veins as your forehead perspired. The searing pain from your tight grip on his hair only hardened his cock, as it stirred against his thighs. Hannibal reveled in the pain you inflicted upon him.

He rose up from between your legs and your overstimulated pussy throbbed at the sight of him. Your orgasm dripped down his chin, plump lips glossy and covered in the juices you'd produced. Face messy and flushed, he stared back at you with a hazy look in his darkened eyes.

When you came down from your high, you found Hannibal completely naked. Long gone were his dress pants and underwear and your were taken aback at the length of his cock as well as the girth. The first and last time you slept with someone, their size was nowhere the same as Hannibal. The drastic change was slightly overwhelming for you, it even terrified you a little.

He took a seat on the couch, at the end of your feet and then pulled you up, settling you on top of his thighs. Holding you in his muscular arms, the man held the tip of his cock against your hole and then slowly sat you down.

You head fell against his shoulder, face buried in his neck. Being able to feel him like this, sinking all the way down to the hilt, you could only whimper. Hannibal made you feel so full and it was only the beginning.

You felt his fingers trapping your cheeks between them, as he pulled your face out of its hiding spot. Four fingers resting on one side while his thumb squeezed the other. Tears sprung out, sliding across your cheeks and crashing into his digits. You sniffled as he stared at you. Eyes lacking emotions and face still. Hannibal was a man who possessed immense control over himself, he couldn't give away his obsession for you.

“You will look at me.” He commanded, voice thick with need. “As I fuck your little cunt and make you unravel on my cock, you will not move your gaze away from me. Understood?”

You could only nod.

His grip tightened on your cheeks and you winced, lips forming a forced pout. You knew what that little act meant and you parted your lips, managing to mumble out, “Yes, I understand.”

Hannibal nodded, satisfaction glimmering in his dark eyes as he released your face. Both hands now settled on your hips, he began to move you up and down with your help. You gasped every time you felt his cock graze against your wet wells, the feeling consuming your ability to think. Your nails managed to draw blood from his skin but Hannibal didn't care. He wanted you to leave more marks, brand him as his, make him yours.

Oh he was already yours.

“Move, Darling.” You started to move too, lifting yourself up and then sinking back down on him. Over and over again, it was repetitive and Hannibal’s face was full of pleasure. His grip tight and firm on your hips, almost as if he were trying to seperate the flesh from the bone.

But you liked it.

He held you like he didn't want you to disappear.

You fucking loved that.

You both stared into each other's eyes, Hannibal’s domineering stare overpowering yours an you nearly made the grave mistake of shutting your eyes but the little pinch on your waist made you peel them back open as fast as you closed them.

“Don't be disobedient now. I expected better from you.” You could sense the disappointment in his voice and you shook your head, still riding his cock and clenching around him everytime you felt his tip bruise your sensitive spot.

You stared at him, through a blurred vision. “You're intimidating—” You sputtered, the sentence breaking. “when you stare at me like this, its intimidating.”

“Do I scare you?”

You shook your head. “No, you're beautiful.”

That was enough to cause Hannibal to become a mess. Fuck, he was all over the place and unfortunate enough for you, you couldn't see it but the man was a mess on the inside. The skipped beating of his heart, the way his eyes were almost turned into little crescents, the smile lines appearing for a split moment before vanishing.

You felt him press his lips against yours, this time in a rough kiss. Arms circled tightly around you. He kissed you like a wild beast having its feast, enjoying its food. His teeth grazed against yours when you opened your mouth, lips against lips, tongue dancing with tongue. Salivas mixing together, it was too messy and you felt the mixed saliva dripping down your chin. He lapped at your wet muscle, sucking on it.

All the while he slammed you down on his hard cock and you let out a high pitched whine into his mouth. That action alone was enough for his cock to harden even more inside you, his hands now unwrapping from your waist and toying with your bare breasts.

“Such a tight little pussy—” He grunted, head thrown back. “so fucking tight.”

Fingers rolling your nipples between them, tugging and massaging the soft flesh. The searing kiss, the sensitive touch of his fingers against your breasts, the slow and rough thrusts of his cock — all of it combined pulled you near another orgasm.

Your toes curled at each thrust and then Hannibal switched the position, laying you down on the couch and getting on top of you with his cock still inside you. Grabbing you by your ankles, he placed them on his shoulders and began to fuck you at an animalistic pace.

“Hanni—" You cried out, lips agape and tears continuously falling down.

He didn't stop. His bangs were sticking to his forehead, a snarl making its way to his face and that was the hottest thing you'd ever seen. To the point it made you tighten around him. “You're mine. You're mine to fuck, mine to claim, mine to own and possess.”

You took those words as something said in the heat of the moment but Hannibal? Oh he was serious. He meant each and every word, every syllable came straight from the darkness in his heart.

His hips snapped and your stomach went crazy into knots. “Please, please. Harder, please Hannibal.”

You were crying out for him at this point. Your hand reaching out to touch his chest but he didn't allow you, grabbing both of your hands and pinning them above your head on the couch. Bending your knees to the point they were pushed against your chest, his face grew closer to yours. Staring deeply into your soul and that moment felt intimate more than anything you'd ever experienced in the world.

“My pretty Darling.”

You swallowed.

Just his dark gaze. You could live your whole life while being captured in those obsidian eyes.

Snaps growing relentless, he kept fucking you till you came all over his cock. Your orgasm slipping out in the form of liquid, making a mess everywhere. Staining his couch, his chest, his cock. Leaving evidence of the sexual encounter between the two of you in a moment. Hannibal let out a chuckle — deep and soft. Music from heaven to your ears.

You almost ascended to heaven from how good it felt. His cock still thrusting up against your cervix, bruising your spot and continuing its assault. Your sensitive body hadn't even calmed down, still twitching and shivering but Hannibal didn't seem it fit to stop.

A low growl rumbled from his chest as the sound of skin against skin grew, reverberating against the walls of his office. With a loud groan, he also spilled inside you. Coating your walls white, throbbing and pulsating inside you. Filling you up to the brim and he didn't care if you were to get pregnant.

Hannibal was a father once.

To his little sister Mischa.

He wouldn't mind having a child of his own, especially with you.

He fucking loved filling you up and he'd make sure to do it again. After all, you were his now.

The man slowly adjusted himself underneath you on the couch, making you lay on top of his to the side. Arms wrapping tightly around you, he held you pressed against his chest as you came down from your high. His hand brushing your hair gently, caressing your forehead.

Only the fire crackling in the fireplace could be heard, mixed with the soft uneven rhythms of your breathing. You couldn't believe you'd slept with Hannibal, right after your best friend had a literal outburst about it. Guilt took over and you slowly sat up, grabbing Hannibal’s shirt from the floor to cover yourself up with it.

“You're thinking.” He commented.

You looked at him and sighed. “I have this guilt consuming me.”

Hannibal reached over, brushing your hair behind. Playing with the strands. “Why's that?”

“Will is unstable, and I have been there too. I should have heard him out instead of running away from him.” You sighed, shoulders slumped. Hannibal didn't like that, he didn't like that you were feeling bad now. After all he'd done, he couldn't have you feeling bad for Will.

“You reacted according to your trauma, it is completely valid. You were in a situation where you didn't feel safe, so you removed yourself from it.” Thumb caressing against your cheek, he smiled. It was subtle. “You should prioritize yourself more often.”

Somewhere Hannibal was right too.

You leaned against his chest, closing your eyes. Then you felt a stinging sensation in the back of your nape. It hurt but it wasn't extreme, like something had pierced you. Just then you looked up and saw Hannibal already staring at you.

Your vision became distorted.

“Hannibal..?” You called out, confused and in a daze. “What's happening?”

“Go to sleep, Darling. You'll be alright soon enough.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and fear filled you up. Just what was happening? The man held you in his embrace, caressing your cheek as you slowly lost all control of your limbs and fell against his chest.

Darkness dragged you in, from your feet and the last thing you remembered was seeing Hannibal with a syringe in his hand.

[dolicekiss]

Hi,

may I request a Hannibal one-shot, in which he is marrying a traditional women (saving herself for marriage etc.). With the main focus of course being the wedding night?🫣😂

Untouched Virtues

CW: smut (18+, mdni), first time, inexperienced reader (like very), arrange marriage, sort of plot, age gap (unspecified but hannibal is older), messy kissing, tension, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (p in v), starved hannibal, riding, mating press, swearing, breeding, oblivious reader

Your leg shook violently, a testament to your impending anxiety as well as the anticipation which burned in your stomach. You'd exchanged vows with Hannibal, even kissed but whenever you thought about your wedding night — nervousness adorned your once serene features. Hannibal was a grown adult, so were you. It was easy having the conversation and he told you he would wait until you were comfortable.

But it was never about comfort as you had already find comfort in his presence. It was more about the actions, the emotions and the intensity of them which brought you embarrassment. You had concealed your desire for Hannibal, as you did find him attractive.

He was beyond handsome.

A beauty that is only found within the art of ancient history.

People danced, laughed, engaged in conversations and connected with each other. You were greeting a few guests, friends of your parents and when you raised your gaze from their table, you found your husband with his own gaze fixated on your small frame.

Hannibal sent you a short smile which you happily returned.

To you, everything was fine but within Hannibal there was a battle.

Of restraint, of concealed feelings, of urges.

The first time he saw you, he had fallen hopelessly in love. It was true that the love he felt for you was too potent, enough to consume his whole being and he was aware of your coyness. It was what pulled him towards you. He could not express his desires properly, not with how your cheeks would bleed crimson at a mere compliment about your hair or your dress.

The party was going to end soon and Hannibal looked forward to it. He'd comforted you that he would wait, as long as you wished for him to but that didn't mean he would not try seducing you, after he did acknowledge your attraction for him. It oozed out in all your actions, your ministrations.

The man was cunning and he knew his way around the human mind — even if that was somehow morally wrong.

Time passed by, quite agonizingly for Hannibal and finally it was night time for you.

Hannibal had brought you to his house and it was posh, had very little color but it was beautiful nonetheless. His room was a mix of greens, whites and browns and it matched his personality too as the man was always reserved and composed. You rarely ever found him losing his composure which was good for you.

You were yet to change out of your wedding dress, leaning against the wall as you looked out the balcony into the open sky, which glimmered with stars all over.

It was a beautiful sight.

You turned around upon hearing footsteps and found Hannibal had stepped out of the bathroom. He was still in his black tux and it made him look as dashing as a model. The sight before you was gorgeous and you couldn't help but stare ahead.

“You enjoy watching the stars?”

You nodded coyly at his words. “They are beautiful, and lonely.”

You whispered back and Hannibal nodded, not following it after with something. Instead the man found his place next to you and you noticed the glass of champagne he picked up on the way.

He was leaned on the other side of the wall, sipping his poison as he gazed at you rather the stars. To him you were the most brightest and beautiful star.

“You're more beautiful than the stars.” He spoke softly and your gaze found him, cheeks beetroot red. He had a way with his words and at times Hannibal would say things that could be compared to poetry in itself. “I could watch you for hours while you watch the stars.”

“You flatter me,” came a soft chuckle from you, palm laid flat across your chest as your cheeks rounded up.

Hannibal stared at you, his stare darkening at the mere thought of ripping the dress apart and claiming you as his. The adoration tainted with lust as his eyes fell lower and lower, eyeing how your legs would look, wrapped around his shoulders. How you'd sound — how breathless you'd be when he would defile you and claim you as his forever.

Hannibal inhaled, finishing his champagne.

He decided to take a step forward, and immediately your eyes captured him. Like a deer caught in headlights, you were looking at him with the most innocent eyes and Hannibal took that as an invitation. He closed the distance between the two of you and pressed your short frame against the wall rather gently, still mastering control over his rough needs. Brawny hands found your waist, holding you in place as he towered over you and the strong whiff of your scent almost drove him insane.

“I want to kiss you.” Hannibal whispered and you looked into his eyes, pupils blown fully and then you nodded.

That was all he needed.

Even if you were not willing to sleep with him, he knew the permission to kiss could lead to something more, he'd see to it.

He leaned in and captured your lips in a soft kiss and you expected it to carry on like that but that was where you were wrong. Hannibal occupied your lips — at first in a gentle lock — but soon it grew into something more. Haste urges to pry open your lips with his tongue, to slither it inside your wet cavern and explore it.

A battle amongst your tongues.

You whimpered when Hannibal sucked rather aggressively on your lower lip, one hand gripping your waist firmly while the other shifted against the wall, to wrap around your nape as he locked you in place.

You were breathless and your inability to keep up with his pace oozed out in all your actions as your small hands attempted to push at his chest for an ounce of air. Hannibal forbade you — kissing you like your lips produced the finest honey and he was a starved man.

“Hanni—” Your endeavor to speak was futile as the man was too far gone, saliva belonging to you both staining your lips as well as his.

After awhile Hannibal retreated and you nearly succumbed to the floor, plush breasts rising up and down in desperate attempts to inhale oxygen. Hannibal stared at you, in pure awe at how fucked out you seemed by a mere kiss. The man didn't waste time as he hoisted you up in his arms, earning a squeal out of you. Leading you to the bed, Hannibal peppered soft kisses along your neck while walking over to the bed in the middle of the room to lay you down.

Once he had you pressed into the bed, his fingers worked their way to your back to unzip your dress.

You gasped. “Listen—”

“You would still deny me?” Hannibal stalled, looking up at you and you fucking melted at the way he was looking at you.

Like a needy pup starved of affection.

You shook your head. “No, just slow down a little please. You know it's my first time.”

Hannibal felt the urge to punch himself. Of course it was your first and you being a sensitive soul did not help either. He nodded and leaned in to press a kiss against your forehead, hoping that would calm you down.

It did work.

You sent him a smile as his fingers dragged down the zipper of your dress, curving underneath the neckline to pull it down. Your arms flew to cover your breasts when they were revealed while Hannibal rid you of the dress, his eyes hungry and full of lust.

You were dressed in some lace white lingerie, forced into it by your mother for your husband to unravel you like some gift. You softly gasped as the cold air came in contact with the uncovered parts of your body, leaving you a bit flustered.

Hannibal made his way to your neck, pressing kisses down in a deformed line. Littering them over your plush cleavage and as well as your navel — moving down to your bikini line and pausing at the hem of your white lace underwear. In a fraction of few minutes, he tugged that off you as well and then unhooked your bra, sliding it off.

You were fully bare now and you felt breathless, bare to him. Hannibal’s gaze laid on your cunt, as he pried your thighs open. All you could do was hide your face and blush furiously while the man actually did unwrap you like you were a fucking christmas present.

“You're absolutely beautiful,” he whispered against your core, “such a beautiful cunt, my love.”

You flinched at his words but the throbbing in your soaked cunt told you this turned you on more than you thought it would. Your attempt to close your eyes was failed as Hannibal curved his arms around your thighs, holding them apart steadily as he buried his face between your legs.

Your breath hitched, the cooling sensation of his tongue over your sticky folds earning an almost whine out of you. “Hannibal.”

He chuckled a little, gliding his tongue across your soaked folds. Going up and down and then moving his head left and right, as his wet muscle prodded at your twitchy little bud.

He shoved his tongue into your hole and your back rose up from the mattress, thighs twitching from the obscene act. Hannibal fucked you with his hand, moving it inside you and lapping up at your juices like an animal. Tip of his nose brushed against your clit all while he grinded his face into your cunt.

Your taste had him addicted.

And your little whimpers too.

How breathless you sounded, soft little sounds reverberating in the whole of this room. It was satisfying enough, this validation you gave him. Hannibal slurped up at the essence of arousal you produced, using his tongue so that you would come.

You felt your stomach tighten — a foreign feeling spreading in your abdomen. A fire unbelievable. This was the first time ever someone had touched you this provocatively and sensually, a virgin you were. Chaste, pure and this was all too inundating.

Yet you relished the pleasures once unknown to you brought by your husband.

“Hannibal! I feel it, oh my god.” You knew how it felt to release, you've made yourself come on multiple occasions.

Hannibal buried his face deeper into your cunt as both your hands laid flat across his head, trying to make him dive deeper. Your vision became a blur as overwhelming pleasure consumed you. His soft tongue prodding and licking at your sensitive bundle of nerves and then sliding down to enter inside your soaked hole — it drove you wild and as a searing orgasm tore through you, your eyes rolled back into the depths of your skull and white came up front in your gaze.

Veins hot with pleasure, the blood rushing and coursing at the speed of light.

Hannibal licked at you, like a thirsty dog, licking the remnants of your orgasm as you dragged in harsh breaths.

He'd made you realize it was worth the wait, it was so fucking worth it.

Hannibal, after peeling off his own button up shirt and pants, paired with his briefs, moved between your legs. Holding his cock which you were left baffled by, eyes enlarged at the sheer size of it. You let out a soft sigh, hand moving to press at your husband’s chest.

“It wouldn't fit.”

Hannibal moved his hand to cup your face and smiled, swiping his thumb across your round cheek. “It will. I've prepared you enough.”

Hannibal guided his cock along your soaked slit, moving the cock head up and down and prodding at your swollen bud with it. You whimpered at the friction and arched your back, making Hannibal push you back against the bed. Then you felt it — the painful stretch making you cry out as your arms found solace wrapped around his nape.

Hannibal shifted, snapping his hips as he slowly entered more of him into you.

Your eyes welled up, tears like pearls sitting against your waterline. Your husband was being extremely gentle but Hannibal had his own limits. The way your tight cunt gripped him like a vice made him want to snap all of his cock inside you in one singular thrust.

But he knew you were fragile, sensitive.

“Focus on me, beautiful.” Hannibal whispered in your face, peppering soft kisses everywhere and you nodded.

Lost in his sweet affection, you hadn't realized as Hannibal filled you with the whole of his cock in little thrusts. He groaned as he bottomed out, head dropping in your neck while his arms tightened around you, locking you in place.

He pulled out soon, once having realized you'd adjusted to his size and then snapped back inside you. Your body jolted forward as you moaned out, hold tightening around his nape. Fingers grabbing onto his hair from roots, you braced yourself.

“You'll break me, beautiful. Be a little merciful and loosen up.” Though his words were soft, Hannibal had commanded you.

You nodded and tried to relax underneath him. Hannibal began to move and you felt each vein embedded within his cock graze against your walls – your breath shuddering as he delivered impactful thrusts to your cunt. His balls slapping against you, the sinful sound reverberating through the whole room.

“Hannibal, oh god.” You cried out, when you felt him pummel into a spot that was left untouched mostly in your cervix. Tears sliding down your face, he continued fucking into your sensitive cunt.

From the orgasm from before, your walls had had grown sensitive. You whined as his arms unwrapped around you, hands moving to toy with your breasts. Squeezing them and fondling the fat like it was art, fingers and thumbs sending aggressive flicks to your buds.

“Yes—oh yes.” Hannibal grunted, thrusting inside you at a rough pace now. “You're so tight, Darling. Your little cunt will have me coming any moment now.”

You sobbed, feeling overwhelmed. Your cunt was heightened when it came to sensitivity and the way Hannibal continuously toyed with your hardened peaks worked harder to tear another climax out of you.

You cried out as Hannibal pummeled his cock inside you, his own peak near. Hannibal’s grunts mixed with your whines had elevated the room with palpable tension. You were so worth the wait as Hannibal relished your moans, the way your little body twitched underneath him.

Your stomach tightened, your cunt as well and Hannibal groaned – feeling his cock throb and twitch. He delivered harsh thrusts and you couldn't hold it back anymore, your eyes rolling back to your head and your lips falling apart. Another hot orgasm overwhelmed your body and you cried out, fingernails digging into his skin and evoking blood.

The heat from your cunt and how you tightened around him, Hannibal finally released inside you. Rope after rope being emptied inside you and you whined, feeling how he pumped you full of cum.

Hannibal felt his balls throb, and soon he pulled out after spending fully inside you.

You panted, attempts to drag in oxygen into your expanding lungs. Hannibal stared at you before falling on the bed, next to you with his arms already extended to wrap around your frame. He held you tightly and brought you closer, pressing a kiss to the back of your ear.

“How do you feel, hm?”

You let out a soft sigh of contentment and let out a chuckle. “The best I have ever felt.”

[ellieindrag]

do u write for percy jackson?

you're a daughter of apollo who values art more than intelligence. but that doesn't mean you're stupid or numb. you see things that people normally look at the wrong way, just say, you're different.

you have some friends including luke castellan, annabeth chase, and grover underwood, and percy jackson.

but your friendship with percy is quite different. You don't goof around with him unlike you do with annabeth, you don't do things together unlike with grover, or train together with luke.

when you're with him, everything goes off silent. awkward but actually comforting. you rarely talk to each other but there's no day that you don't hold each other's eye contact.

you're basically talking eye to eye, but it's the language that you barely understand.

you're on the river side of the camp with your flute, trying to make a melody to calm your nerves down after a tiring training with annabeth and the others against clarisse.

you're basically playing with the wind. the sound of the flute bandaging your bruised ears. you've been waiting for this, to play flute again after a rough day.

but then not long after, you heard footsteps behind you. people doesn't come here every so often so why should they be here?

you turned your head behind and saw the person who you listed the least to meet today.

percy jackson.

he was feet away from you. he just stood there, froze even as if his body language is asking 'am i interrupting?'

"hi..." he spoke, trying to break the awkward eye contact.

"hi?..."

"I'm sorry, i was just..." he paused as he was about to turn around to walk away. he took a deep breath. "you play good." he compliments.

you paused, looking around to see if anyone heard it too. "thanks?..." you were unsure.

"i mean, i actually wanna play the flute a very long time ago but there was no person who was willing to teach me so-"

"why are you here, exactly?" your voice came out friendly.

"oh, uhm... to..." he looks like he's pretending to think. "to... to heal my injured hand...?" he sounds unsure as well.

he slowly took a step closer until he was basically a meter away.

"cool." you nodded and brought your flute to your lips again .

he awkwardly chuckled while squatting to touch the water as he casually takes small glances at you. you sound graceful, you look graceful and he admires that you look actually sincere of what you're doing.

something in him clicks on an urge to protect you.

he watched you play the flute, your finger tips switching between holes as they make the perfect sound.

until, you caught him staring at you and that made you stop. "what?" you spoke, confused.

he withdrew his gaze from you. "sorry."

you furrowed your eyebrows and tried to hold back a smile. "I have a spare flute here. Just come closer if you want to learn." you broke the silence while you didn't look at him.

his face lit up.

I'm sure he's a twink

[ayukaze]

CURSE YOU SANJI 🗣️🗣️🗣️ CURSE YOU 🤬👉🏿 AND YOUR CHARM 🥰😳 🤌🏿AND YOUR CHISELED JAWLINE 🙂‍↕️☺️AND YOUR OCEAN EYES 😍🥺👉🏿👈🏿

[ellieindrag]

Hii, I love your work with the tlalim clan with ao'nung and was wondering if you could do more

𝓘t's been weeks since you stayed in Awa'atlu. It was wonderful for you, you know, to stay all around the ocean with your metkayina friends.

Except for one boy. Ao'nung, well you despises that boy so much. You think he's too arrogant, humble-bragging and the most annoying guy you have ever met.

Basically, all Ao'nung was doing was to impress you, doing all he could to flirt with you, and trying to get your attention.

It was only the both of you on the shore. You were collecting rocks, your mind was almost shouting to throw it all on Ao'nung who was talking out loud. Basically, telling a story that is absolutely 100% not real that he once beat an akula to the death.

You rolled your eyes and kept on doing what you were doing, trying to take deep breaths, collecting your patience.

"And basically, i am better than any warrior above the ocean, i mean, i am in fact the son of olo'eykta-" Something hit him from behind. "Ow!"

He turns around and sees you with a handful of rocks while you glare at him.

"What was that for?" His hands flew on the back of his head.

"Shut up."

He paused, didn't move and had a slow smile painting on his lips. He knows this, he knows that you're pissed off.

He chuckled. "Oh, I get it... You're impressed."

You gripped the small rocks on your hand to prepare to throw it all at him. "Hey, hey, hey..." He stepped back, "Easy..."

"I said shut up."

"Okay, fine." He's still smiling like an idiot, enjoying the fact that he's finally got your attention all to himself. "But admit it, you're impressed."

He winced again after you threw another rock on his head. "Ow! sorry, okay I'll stop."

gosh i miss my baby. :((

[ellieindrag]

"𝓗ow do you wanna make love?" He whispered against your ears. His lips casually making contact with your temple, pressing soft and slight kisses as his hands travelled up from your thighs slowly to your arms. He had pinned you down flush against him. You shivered.

With your transparent silk short dress without nothing underneath which is making your boobs visible made him huff. "Tenderly or roughly?" He continued, many intimate thoughts were circling around his head. Some parts wanted to destroy you, to paint you white. To eat you savoury. But some parts wanted to take you gently, to make you feel his deep and intense touch.

To make you feel his cold long finger tips. He's going mental inside but maintained his self-control for you.

It took you a minute to answer. Your puffy nose and long lashes makes him even more turned on.

"Just do whatever you want." Your voice was barely a whisper. He just stared at you while his hands were still busy massaging your thighs.

"Oh yeah?" Quietly. "What if..." His hands that were on your thighs flew to your neck and wrapped his fingers around it. It wasn't tight enough to excel the air from your throat, just enough to make you stare up at him in challenge.

"I wanna destroy you?" He continued, he sounds like testing you. "And what if..." His eyes throw back to his hands from your neck then his hands move on to your breast. "i wanna fuck you so hard that you beg me to stop?" He smiled.

You couldn't answer, not yet.

"Hmm?" He waited for you to use your words. "Fucking answer me, darling."

"Just do it." You turned your head away from him to tease him.

wrote this in one go hehe

[ellieindrag]

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 : 𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝖺 𝗓𝗈𝗋𝗈/𝖺𝖿𝖺𝖻!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠 : 2026.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : overstimulation , crying , zoro not giving a fuck , passing out , smut , NSFW .

𝓘s this punishment or what? You wonder. Zoro is your husband, married above the seas. Even the gods approved, the crewmates are happy.

But tonight, something is off. Zoro is not like this when it comes to sex. He's often soft—as you describe him. I mean, not entirely, just mid, you know. But this, this is different.

You are getting pounded by your husband, roughly, and deeply. Making your mouth open in pleasure, but making your eyes shut in pain. It has been an hour, your pussy is puffy, swelling and hurting.

You moaned, weakly now. Almost like you're struggling. His face on the crook of your neck, planting soft kisses on your shoulder as if he's not hitting your pussy with his dick and hips slapping roughly making the wettest and sloppiest sounds.

His hands trapped both of your smaller ones beside your head. Now, you're unable to touch him or even grip something. You're overstimulated.

"Zoro..." You call out weakly. He didn't answer, he just kept going.

Tears flowing down your cheeks. Your thighs are trembling, shaking, like almost asking for a rest.

Your chest, neck and arms were filled with hickeys. Newly sucked ones. It was painful for you. but ecstatic for him.

Your back arched as he buried himself deep in you for a minute. You tried to moan normally, but you're too tired. You're too hungover.

"—s'too much..." You mumbled. You know he heard it but after you mumbled those words, he pulled out his shaft and buried himself so deep again with a sound of slap making your back arch again. Your hands are trying to get out of his grip. Your eyes shut, tears overflowing.

"Zoro...." You moaned weakly. He didn't give a single fuck. He'll fuck you until you pass out, he'll fuck you even if you're done and he's not. He'll fuck you until you couldn't talk anymore.

He finally lifted his head from your neck and gazed at your face. He smiled softly, proud as he seems. You thought he was done, unfortunately, he's not. He kept hitting. Painfully now, pleasure is fighting but pain is overcoming you.

He didn't care. As long as he's satisfied, you're alright.

He let go of your hands, but you didn't fight back. You didn't grip his hair, you didn't touch him. That's when he knew that you passed out, he knew you were too tired to fight. He knew it was too much for you.

"Cute." He whispered as he kissed your cheeks softly.

I'm so sorry for ghosting you all, i swear tumblr wouldn't open for me like for weeks and it got me stressin dawg.

gelle : credits to dividers.

[ellieindrag]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓 : 𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝖺 𝗓𝗈𝗋𝗈/𝖺𝖿𝖺𝖻!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠 : 2026.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : fluff , possessive zoro , new crew member , crybaby mentions , flirty reader , unbothered zoro , no use of y/n .

𝓨ou work at the baratie alongside Sanji, your co-worker and your best-friend. You needed to do something for a living but this is what you came through.

The night when a group of people came to the restaurant, they were odd looking. 3 men and 1 girl, however, they looked comfortable with each other.

"Hey, crybaby, go handle the newcomer." Zeff encouraged you. You hated that pet name. Of course, you believed you weren't a crybaby. But really, you are.

"I told you to not call me that, Zeff." You huffed.

"You're gonna get the girl mad." Sanji teased, grinning. You rolled your eyes and left the kitchen and headed towards the group.

"Hello, what can i get for you?" Your voice lit up, as if you weren't rolling your eyes minutes ago. You had to give people a good impression 'cause that's what Zeff said.

Everyone of them looked at you, either smiling but except one. The green-haired guy who has his arms crossed, making his biceps visible just stared at you as you waited for the other's order. Your eyes finally met his 'already looking' gaze, steady and observing as you kept talking to the others, maintaining a tension with him.

"How about you, sir?" Your eyes finally landed on the men who just gazed at you.

"A drink would be fine." His voice is cool, showing how intimidating he could be if he wanted to. Your lift lifting to a slow smile.

This is interesting.

He kept his gaze on you.

"Beer? Wine? Whisky? Water? What?" You made sure.

"Wine."

You nodded. "Right away." You winked at him and turned your back to the kitchen.

He lifted his eyebrows, amused as the others peeked at him. "Zoro has a girlfriend." Said Usopp, giggling softly.

The man rolled his eye to his crewmate and just kept observing the restaurant. He looks unbothered, but he finds you interesting.

The next hour is just you serving customers. It was boring but it's your work. You went to the bar section and found Zoro, sitting alone while the girl who you just found out called Nami was talking to the man Usopp.

A small smile on your lips grew, making up your mind to head towards the man.

"Hey." You greeted, sitting next to him.

Zoro's head turned towards you. He stared at you as you made yourself comfortable on the chair.

"You good?" You met his eyes.

"Why wouldn't i be?" He replied, you almost got chills from his voice.

"Didn't catch your name, did i?"

"Zoro. Roronoa Zoro."

You paused. "The bounty hunter?" Your head shot at him, you weren't shocked or something, just asking, honestly.

He didn't answer.

"You're definitely that guy."

"And you are?" He demanded.

"Rei."

There was silence after you introduced yourself, it wasn't awkward or something. It was rather comforting. He took a sip of his wine where you can see a small smile on his lips. You know he's amused.

"Well, I'd better get to work."

"Tell me more about yourself." He cut you off. He is so cool about it. He isn't even looking at you.

grahhh, i miss you all. i just finished one piece live action and gosh he's so fucking hot.

gelle : credits to dividers

[ellieindrag]

hi guys, i'm very sorry i disappeared for a bit, tumblr wouldn't open for me so i wouldn't be able to write but it's recovered now. I'm also gonna do zoro fanfics and sanji :)

[ricciorik]

i love loser!mike nerd!mike pervert!mike