Summary: a good morning with our favourite cannibal
Warnings: +18 smut, minors do not interact, overstimulation, kinda sub/dom dynamic, hinted threesome
Word count: +2500
The smooth surface of the wood steps grazed the sole of your feet as you slowly came down the stairs, the mixed smell of food and coffee leading your tired body to the dining room. There, you stood at the entry, hair dishevelled, wearing one of Hannibal's shirts as you beheld the sight of an enormous breakfast. The impressive arrangement of crepes, neatly sliced fruits, toasts and scrambled eggs seemed to smile at you.
"Just in time my dear" Hannibal greeted.
He was sitting at the head of the large dark oak table, holding a newspaper in one hand, a little smirk hanging on his lips while he read. And every thought vanished from your mind as you took him in: hair brushed but not as groomed as always, wearing suit pants and a simple dress shirt whose sleeves were rolled up showing the strong cords of muscle of his forearms.
He looked radiant under the golden morning light that entered through the windows in thin beams, bathing him with light dancing speckles. The image inevitably filled you with deep-bone longing because this natural-looking Hannibal was absolutely ravaging.
"This is quite the breakfast you have here Doctor Lecter" you teased
"All for you my sweet so don't keep me waiting and come sit" - he gestured, without raising his eyes from his reading.
You smiled at his words and rushed to the table, your stomach growing impatient too. When you were sliding back the chair on his right, his voice stopped you:
"Not there" without raising his eyes from the paper, he moved his chair backwards. From this angle, you could see his profile, as the commissure of his lip slightly dug up forming a faint smirk. Oh, so he is in a playful mood.
Your belly flattered in anticipation as you made your way around his chair and sat on his lap, putting your arms around his neck. A content sigh escaped your lips as your back rested against his chest. His musky and rich cedar scent invaded your senses, adding exciting sparks to the cosy feeling of his muscular body surrounding yours.
Turning your neck around, you whispered against his ear "Good morning". The greeting was followed by your lips gently kissing his smooth cheek, an attempt to divert his attention from his reading.
Instead of answering, Hannibal folded the newspaper neatly and set it aside. Then he turned to you and placed one large hand on your cheek bringing your face up to his. When his eyes pierced you, the air was punched from your lungs. You hadn't been prepared for that look, the one that was only expected at night, for it was the moment he freed its darkest and deepest desires. It was the one that he gave you last night and the night before that before he wrecked you profusely and thoroughly.
Your lips parted, your entire being diving in those dark promising orbs. And it was in that haze that Hannibal decided to attack. Leaning forward, he captured your lips in a languid kiss. His tongue dragged against yours while his free hand fell and pressed on the soft flesh of your side. His digits dug in the paper-thin fabric looking for soft skin, while he tugged you closer against the firm plates of his chest, drawing an excited gasp from you.
You didn't even notice that Hannibal had pulled away until you heard him murmur:
"Good morning " his breath warming your lips, his deep baritone teasing, obviously pleased at your agitated state "Now," he cleared his throat, his tone changing as he leaned back from your yearning mouth "What shall we begin with?"
To be honest, food was the very last thing on your mind (you would rather savour something else), but you still fought against your fogged brain to play along. After all, all of his games always ended up rewarding you.
"What would the specialist recommend?"
And so you proceeded to have breakfast.
Hannibal had developed a habit of introducing you to new flavours and helping you to combine them to make the most of each plate. You served yourself to the impressive display of food and each time you took a bite of something, he placed rewarding kisses and gentle caresses here and there on your cheek, head, jaw, neck, ear and shoulder. His skin tickled yours every time, waking up electric prickles that streamed down all over your body.
Adding to the mix, he always cared what you thought, delivering little caring questions that spread more warmth all over you.
The rich taste of the food and his wandering hands made having meals with Hannibal a unique experience, satisfaction and pleasure flourishing everywhere.
Shortly, his touching turned more bold: his kisses focused on the base of your neck, and one wicked hand fell down your waist, trailing a path to your leg as his fingers dug at your curves, testing more and more of the soft flesh.
Unconsciously (or not so much) you parted your leg, your shirt hunching up, leaving enough space to let his hand in. He took the invitation instantly, awarding you with a pleased hum, sending new chills of expectation straight to your awaiting core.
But then, he stopped.
His touch paused at the very end of your inner thigh and you clenched in desperate eagerness while he chuckled and traced the space gently with the rough pad of his fingers, enjoying the feeling of your soft skin.
Hannibal may love to pamper you but he loved to play just as much.
Before you knew it a plea fled from your lips:
" Please.." Right after the word escaped your mouth, your breath was cut off sharply by a pointed sting on your thigh, his hand had slapped the sensible skin disapprovingly.
"Please Sir" you swiftly corrected yourself
" What is it, my sweet girl? "
" I want more"
" Y/n, Y/n " Hannibal tutted " You haven't finished your breakfast " he leaned forward then, his hand stopping completely, as his lips neared the shell of your ear, breath fogging the sensitive skin " You know how much rudeness displeases me so remember your manners or I will "
"I'm sorry Sir" your voice sounded so little that in any other context you would have been extremely embarrassed.
Hannibal placed a chaste kiss on the top of your head, clearly pleased with your response as he encouraged you to keep eating and stay still while his hand resumed his torture, playing with your body whichever way he chose to.
You obeyed him, taking the nearly spilt cup of cinnamon tea you had been sipping from when he had started his antics. You tried to keep the squirming to a minimum and your mouth shut. Unfortunately, you were unsuccessful at both when his wretched fingers moved towards your neglected and sopping core, pleased to find it fully bare, and started to stroke your lips with dizzying laziness.
You almost choked on your tea when his fingers lightly brushed your clit. He flicked it to the right and then to the left, once, twice. Your hand gripping the edge of the table at the wave of bliss that rocked your body, while he murmured against your ear orders to keep eating, don't you dare to stop and your core kept clenching unpleasantly around nothing, begging to be filled.
Meanwhile, Hannibal's other hand was still holding his cup, helping himself over another steaming coffee. Still calm and collected, he was the image of the refined, cultured businessman that is having a meeting with his colleagues. His fingers were still rubbing you in shameless unhurried motions, keeping you on the very verge of pleasure and frustration.
Oh how you hated and loved the bastard.
Just when you were pondering how bad your punishment would be if you dared one roll of your hips he interrupted you:
"Would you like to try the chaussons aux pommes?" he pointed to another sweet delight
"No.. thank you, I think I'm full Sir" your strained response cut off by your desire.
" Well, in that case I think it's time to finish my breakfast too." he announced before he was yanking your head back to devour your mouth.
While Hannibal's lips were burning you, his free hand unbuttoned your shirt and grabbed one of your breasts, fondling it, enjoying the feeling of how it fitted against his palm. You held onto him, fisting his shirt in your hands, needles of pleasure pricking you as he moved to your other breast while his other hand continued to stroke your dripping center.
Suddenly, his hands stopped and seized your knees. Lifting you effortlessly from your knee pits, he parted and set your legs on each side of his, so your feet were dangling off the chair in the air. Your body slid and pressed furthermore against his and, as he placed heated kisses along your jaw, you couldn't stop thinking that Hannibal was your favourite seat.
While you were adjusting to the new position, you caught an embarrassing sight: looking up at you from below the curve of your butt, was a dark spot, spattered in Hannibal's gray pants. Heat shaded your face as you realized you had stained his expensive pants with your arousal.
He seemed to notice too, because you felt rather than hear his dark chuckle, reverberating against your spine, thrilling you:
"You are such a filthy desperate little thing, aren't you? Always dripping all over me." he hadn't even finished the sentence when two of his large fingers plunged into you, splitting you open as they thrusted in and out of your quivering channel. You mewled at the delicious burn of the intrusion, clutching his bicep as he fucked you with his fingers, pulling out from you every moan that had been trying to shut down in the past hour.
The hand that was not currently ravaging your core came back up your chest and pinched each of your nipples with expertise, increasing the carnal satisfaction that was ripping you open.
Hannibal made a satisfying sound when your walls started to clench around his fingers, sucking him in his every retreat, loving the feeling of you, so wet, warm and wanting.
He started scissoring you open, his fingers pressing inside your walls and it was too much for your sensible core, still tender from last night's activities. Stars were forming behind your eyelashes as your head shot over his shoulder, your body tensing like a string.
You attempted to hold back but when he reached deeper and softly graced that magic spot one, twice, it was your ending. All the air got punched from your lungs as your orgasm hit you like a train, an unexpected and shocking force. Your back arched against him, your hips moving upwards trying to swallow every inch of his sinful fingers and it took Hannibal a beat to increase his thrusts to help you ride your orgasm, while he still squeezed one of your breasts firmly pushing you back against him.
" Beautiful" the praise barely registered through the roar of blood in your ears.
When you started to come down your high Hannibal pulled out his fingers from your blissed-out cunt but, instead of removing them completely, they found your sensitive clit. He rolled small circles on your bundle of nerves, sending shock waves of overstimulation, pain mixing with your post-orgasmic haze. Your body jerked against him, legs pushing against his trying to halt his movements, but he only widened his stance, opening yourself to him even more. When your hands tried to intervene, his dark voice resounded in your neck:
"You begged for my attention, now you have all of it. That is what you earn for being a greedy slut" he punctuated as his fingers moved faster "You're going to give me more"
"No, I can't, it's too mu-"
The hand that held your breast, shot up and circled your neck choking your sobs as it crashed you firmly against his chest.
"Yes you can and you will give as many as I desire" his command determinant, it was his last warning before his onslaught on your clit became feral.
You helplessly whined against his strong hold, completely incapable of escaping, and put your hands away, your nails biting his arm for support as you yielded your fate and body to him.
"That's a good girl"
It didn't take long for your body to start responding, always so obedient to him and his cravings. Your hips that had tried to evade his attack, now pushing back into his hand. Hannibal kept playing with your poor clit like an instrument as pure bliss assaulted your belly yet again, growing in crescendo when the pressure on your neck intensified as he squeezed your neck, demanding in your ear to come for him. And you did. Sobbing and sagging uncontrollably against him, your nails clawing at the wrist that clasped your throat and darkness blinded your sight as you gushed all over his hand. While reaching your peak, your back arched backwards, exposing the sensitive skin of your neck to Hannibal, who seized the opportunity to bite down hard, the sting weaving with the intoxicating waves of your orgasm.
In the afterglow, you felt the pressure on your collar receding and the soothing touch of Hannibal's tongue erasing the remaining pang of his bite.
When your heart calmed a little and your breath evened out, you panted what you knew he was waiting for:
"Thank you, Sir" your voice hoarse, throat sore after being tore by your wails and squeezed so deliciously.
" See? That wasn't so hard sweetie" you didn't have to turn around to see the confident smirk curling at his lips. It was certainly fascinating to experience how fast he could morph from threatening to praising.
Meanwhile, the hand that was still resting on your sex, decided to descend to your entrance and dip in. He felt the oversensitive channel pulsating in protest as he collected some of your dripping slick as if it were honey and carried it up, his fingers pausing inches away from your lips.
"Taste"
Your tongue slipped out, eagerly licking his thick fingers before you sucked them in, a happy whine escaped you as they filled your mouth and taste buds with your post-orgasmic arousal. Your tongue was still swirling around his fingerprints when his fingers were snatched from your mouth and your chin was yanked back, Hannibal's lips engulfing your own in a sloppy kiss. Instantly, his tongue made its way in, searching and then savouring, growling against your mouth at the sweet taste of you, all of you. You could have kissed him all day and more until life dissolved to ashes in the wind.
Eventually, your lungs screamed for air and his mouth parted from you as his fingers caressed your hair for a moment.
"Now, up." he patted your still widened legs, to urge you on- "Hands on the table. I haven't had my favourite plate yet and I'm still hungry for something sweet"
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Later that day you were too exhausted taking a well-deserved nap on Hannibal's bed to hear the doorbell ringing. Hannibal didn't take long to answer. After all, he had been waiting and didn't want the noise to wake you up, so he swiftly opened the door and welcomed the expected guest:
"You're late Will, you missed breakfast"
"Good thing that we still have lunch, dinner and dessert"
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A/N: I just want daddy Hanni to feed me breakfast and finger me, that much to ask? 😭
Anyway, please feel free to share your horny thoughts, even an emoji will make my day 💕
Summary; She escaped one killer and fell into the arms of another.
Warnings; Killer on the loose, bruises.
Word count; 1.336K
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A/N; Since ya'll love my Hannibal fics so much I've decided to come back. Sorry for any typos. Let me know what you think babes.
Chapter One – Survivor
It was a regular frosty night in Maryland, Baltimore. Families were spending quality time in their warm homes, friends were drinking at a local bar and joking around. The night was still, trees were whooshing with the unbidden wind and she was out of breath, running to save her life. The asphalt under her bare feet kept cutting her, it was harsh. She could feel her heart about to jump of off her rib cage as it is possible, the white satin night gown felt like glued to her sweaty body, the gown that someone else made her wear. Her long (y/h/c) hair stuck to her burning cheeks, she could no longer hear footsteps behind her, she must be safe but that did not stop her from running. To her luck there was a police patrol car on the side of the road, as she ran to the car she saw a police officer quickly coming out of the car to see her clearly and before she could manage to get a word out she passed out, the weeks of exhaustion took a toll on her.
Doctor Hannibal Lecter finished up with his late night work, placed his files and tidies around his large office, whenever he had to work late he would consider hiring an assistant but deep down he knew that no one could be as clean and tidy as he was, as he gave a last look around the office he got a phone call from Jack Crawford, he wore his jacket and gloves and then answered the phone. It was about a survivor of an attack, Jack claimed that it could be related to the serial killer in town. For the last few months FBI was struggling to catch this new killer, they needed his expertise on the killer to make a profile and Hannibal took the job gladly. He also wanted to meet this killer and talk to him because he was impressed. Turns out the victim was at the hospital, unconscious, Hannibal and Will had to visit the hospital early in the morning. This particular case draw his attention due to the fact that the killer was an artist, he would leave love poems or paintings next to the victims. ‘’This should be interesting.’’ He locked his office and headed home.
The morning came with its bright light and breezy air, Hannibal Lecter left his home earlier than planned for he wanted to see the living victim, alone. Having an alive victim in cases like this one was a rare thing so he didn’t want Will Graham’s awkward comments and questions, he just simply happen to be up early and arrived earlier than expected. First impressions were everything to him so he dressed accordingly, a new navy blue suit, silver shiny watch and a long black coat hanging on his left hand. The doctor of the victim warned Hannibal about the procedure of the hospital and then let him in. The door was guarded by two police officers who seemed tired, one of them had black coffee and nodded when he saw Hannibal, opened the door for him. Thanks to his status in life people respected him and cared for boundaries, the hospital room was small and bright, curtains were wide open. The doctor, who had an attitude, (Hannibal made a mental note of the doctor’s full name) stood beside him. ‘’Morning Y/N.’’ he said calmly, not to make her uncomfortable? Most likely. Hannibal could see that this young woman must have woken up at least two hours ago, she had dark circles under her eyes, her hair looked wild, few bruises on her face and arms, the rest of her body was covered with a yellow blanket. Her fingers elegantly staying on her lap, her fingers were long, bruised and red, ‘’Such a femme color’’ he thought. ‘’Y/N, this is Doctor Hannibal Lecter, he wants to talk to you if that’s okay.’’
She didn’t say anything, just moved her head ever so slightly, if they weren’t paying any attention they would have missed it. The doctor left them alone finally. With the door being closed a thick silence fell into the room, her eyes contently never left Hannibal. Hannibal slowly approached to her bed, ‘’May I sit?’’ he gestured the foot of the bed, again she didn’t say anything just moved her head. Hannibal cautiously sat, ‘’I’m a psychiatrist, I’m here to learn what happened to you.’’ Her eyes went dark, triggered. ‘’If you could help us, by us I mean the FBI, we can catch him and end this. No more women would be in danger.’’ His tone was sentimental and warm, he did not want to trigger her, more than necessary anyways. She looked him up and down, ‘’If I must…’’ she said under hear breath and tried to sit properly but her body was sore, Hannibal quickly helped her, he gently held her arms, her body was cold, the blanket was thin and her hospital gown even thinner, Hannibal laid his long black coat over her body, she seemed surprised. ‘’Thank you doctor.’’ This was the first thing she said directly at him, Hannibal simply moved his head and then sat back to his seat. Unfortunately before he could get a word out of her about the killer Will walked in, he was out of breath. ‘’You are early.’’ He protested, ‘’I woke up earlier than usual.’’ Hannibal sounded casual, Will introduced himself to her and they began questioning. ‘’Your friend filed for a missing person’s case over a week ago,’’ Will began, ‘’Can you tell us how he kidnapped you?’’
Y/N could give everything she had to not relive the memory but she had to give info in order to catch the killer, ‘’I was on my usual morning walk at the park. It was around 6- 6.30 am, he,’’ she had to swallow, looked at a distance, trying not to make eye contact. ‘’He came from the back, didn’t see his face, he had a mask.’’ During the time she was with him he had a mask, so she never saw his face. Hannibal could tell she wasn’t lying, ‘’How was your interaction with him, while you were taken?’’ Hannibal asked, studying her deeply. ‘’You might be shocked but, he, he never yelled at me, not even once. He kept calling me beautiful, divine, it almost felt like he was obsessed with me.’’ Hannibal and Will were making mental notes because they just uncovered something major. ‘’Excuse us.’’ Will said and pulled Hannibal outside, ‘’What do you think?’’ he asked, not looking at Hannibal directly, he still struggled with eye contact, ‘’Our killer might be fixated on finding a loving, submissive and beautiful partner. Could be because of his traumatic experience with his parents.’’ Hannibal was good at making profiles, ‘’I should get back to Jack, he will be staying here for another day. Jack will decide where to hide her.’’
Hannibal Lecter wanted to stay a bit longer but that would draw attention so he told Will that he wants to use the bathroom, maybe he could influence Jack Crawford about her. He could recommend a place for her to stay, somewhere he could go to easily and effortlessly. He walked back to her room, she was still in the same position, the killer was right at something, she was beautiful. Like a statue of a Goddess, even though she had messy hair and bruises she could still dethrone Aphrodite.
‘’I must leave Miss Y/L/N,’’ she tried to give the coat back to her with her weak arms, a week of fighting got her tired and drained her energy. ‘’No, please keep it, I insist. We will see each other again.’’ He gave a one last look at her before he left the room a tremulous smile touched his face, he cocked his head to the side, taking her resting frame in, they will be seeing each other again indeed.
May you write where Thomas Hewitt comforts a female S/O who was sensitive and was being harsh-toned (being strict) by the Hewitts for not doing her chore right or doing something without asking. It happened to me, that's what it was based off of.
The S/O was even trying to hold back the cries while working but can't stop tearing up or whimper, until Thomas comforts her and he lets her let it all out by crying.
I know it's long, but it would make me feel better as well.
im so sorry that happened to you but i hope this makes you feel a little better. :( and thank you for being my first thomas fic / request. i loved writing this sm! (p.s. my ask is always open if you need a friend to talk to)
you could still hear the ringing in your ears as you scrubbed the already clean table, a deep ache in your back from bending over constantly and the sting of blisters starting deep under the palms of your hands. though you had been living with the Hewitt’s for some time now, you had never gotten use to how hostile and straight up mean Hoyt could be but usually, you managed to stay out of the line of fire. opting to instead keep your head down or even on some occasions, hide behind Thomas to make yourself appear smaller.
unfortunately this time, you weren't so lucky.
you had already cleaned the house top to bottom after waking up early with Thomas like you did every morning, trying to keep your promise of pulling your weight around the house to keep the peace but Hoyt had caught you, in his words, slacking off when in reality, you had finished your chores for the day and wanted to get some fresh air for 5 minutes.
you knew what was about to come when you watched his storm towards you, his face scrunched up in pure fury and he did not hold back. he screamed at you and even though no one was around, your face heated up in embarrassment knowing everyone could probably hear the harsh words he was throwing at you, his face inches from your own as he continued to spew hatred.
so with a small whimper and a nod, you scurried back into the house, your chest tightening with every word he said and you continued to clean.
the house was so quiet, it was almost eerie but the sound of your quiet cries mixed with the scrubbing against the table kept you company and you willed yourself to ignore the pain in your lower back as you went, not wanting to upset anyone else that day.
so lost in your mind, you didn't hear the heavy footfalls ascending the basement steps and cautiously entering the room you were in, a deep frown etched onto his face as he looked you over but it was the fear in your eyes that made him move.
softly, he grabbed your wrist to stop your frantic movements and furrowed his eyebrows when you let out a small gasp before looking at him, your shoulders visibly relaxing when you saw who it was.
“Tommy,” you said, flashing him a shaky smile all while avoiding his eyes, “are you finished for the day already?”
Thomas ignored your question in favour of lifting his large hand to your face and cradling your cheek in his palm, his thumb softly wiping away the tears that stained your skin while a thousand questions danced behind his eyes.
“you... you didn't hear?” you asked, melting into his touch and unconsciously shuffling closer to his large frame.
Thomas shook his head and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against his body and tucking your face into his neck when you started to cry.
the flames of rage started to ignite in his chest all while you sobbed, gripping onto his t-shirt as if you were afraid he’d leave you but he quickly tried to snub it out. he didn’t know who did this but he was sure as shit going to find out - though right now, your need for him was more important than the gory image playing out in his mind.
with a quick dip of his body, he was hauling your shaking body into his strong arms, ignoring your whimpered protests of needing to clean. Thomas took quick steps toward your shared bedroom and kicked the door shut behind him, his arms staying comfortably tight around you as he manoeuvred around the room to sit on the edge of the bed.
he kept you firm in his lap and placed a masked kiss on the top of your head, his body rocking you back and forth softly as you cried it out, giving you a chance to speak when you were ready instead of pushing you.
a few minutes ticked by until you started to calm down, your heavy sobs dying down into sniffles yet you didn’t move, keeping your body tucked into his as you spoke quietly, “i swear i didn’t do anything wrong, i just- i wanted some fresh air and fuck, Hoyt is so fucking mean.”
Thomas felt his fingers dig further into your waist the second you uttered Hoyt’s name, knowing fine well just how disgusting he could be with his anger, having been on the receiving end his entire life but you? you didn’t deserve that. you didn’t deserve this life yet you chose to stay because of him and he’d be damned if he lost you because of fucking Hoyt.
with another soft kiss to your head, Thomas soothed his hand up and down your back, urging you gently to let it all out - cry, speak, scream if you had to - he’d sit holding you through whatever you chose.
“i cleaned everything, i swear,” you started, looking up at him with wide teary eyes, “i wasn’t slacking off but he said i was. he said i was worthless and he didn’t know why you kept me around. that you should have killed me instead of letting me run around acting like i own the place but i’ll do better, i promise.”
Thomas shook his head firmly, lifting his hands to your face to hold you as he planted masked kisses everywhere he could reach, your fresh tears being wiped away as quickly as they fell.
“my back hurts and i’m just so tired, Tommy.” you whispered, taking in a shaky breath while bathing in all of the love and affection you were receiving, “i’m trying so hard to help out your family but i feel like nothing i do is enough.”
Thomas kept you tight against his body as he wiggled onto the bed and lay down, keeping you firmly on top of him while his hand drifted to your lower back.
you let out a tired sigh against his neck when his fingers started kneading, the tight painful knots starting to come undone under him as your eyes started to droop yet the fear didn’t subside.
“baby, i have things to do. i don’t want to upset anyone else,” you said yet you didn’t move, your body turning to jelly the more he massaged your back, “Hoyt will come and find me if he sees i’m not downstairs.”
“let him.” Thomas said, his deep gravelly voice rumbling from deep within his chest and you didn’t miss the threatening undertone of his words or the way his dark eyes zeroed in on the door.
you wanted to protest. you wanted to prove yourself to the Hewitt’s and show them that you were worth keeping around, not only for Thomas’ sake but because you wanted to be a part of the family and still, you didn't move.
with the mixture of Thomas’ steady breathing and heartbeat under your head and his gentle precise fingers working away at your skin, you quickly gave up the fight, your exhausted body falling into a deep sleep in the blink of an eye.
Thomas’ stayed with you until he knew for definite that you were out cold before he placed one more soft kiss on your forehead and carefully moved your body onto the pillow next to him, smiling to himself when you unconsciously pulled his pillow closer to you to bury your face in.
as quietly as he could, he left the room, clicking the door shut behind him before he stormed down the stairs, his dangerous glare finding Hoyt the second he entered the hallway.
Hoyt turned to look at Thomas but before he even had a second to think, he was being slammed against the wall by his throat, his airways being closed by Thomas’ large hand and his head bouncing off of the wall with a loud thud.
Hoyt scratched at Thomas’ hand and kicked his legs for a second while desperate choking noises accompanied Thomas’ heavy breathing but Thomas didn't stop, his murderous eyes staring into Hoyt’s fear filled ones.
“o-ok-okay,” Hoyt choked pathetically, sweat coating his forehead as pure panic started to set in, “im s-sorry. it won't- it won’t happen again.”
Thomas huffed, eyeing Hoyt with disgust before he let go, letting him drop to the ground in heap and ignoring the sounds of his continued choking as he desperately tried to get air back into his lungs. Thomas turned his back on him the second his hand was free and instead, headed back up the stairs to where you slept peacefully, leaving Hoyt in a terrified state of panic on the floor knowing damn well he’d think twice next time before directing his anger toward you.
happy 1.4k :) i probably wont post for a bit so hope this suffices—also ao3 link since there’s more build up than smut
pairing(s): virgin!thomas hewitt X virgin!ftm!reader
warning(s): nsfw, loads of build up, mutual virginity taking, pussy & clit used for reader genitalia, no chest mentions, lots and lots of kissing, teaching as we go along, stopping once for each party, tommy getting pussy drunk, pretty quick (implied) creampie, nap as aftercare :3
THOMAS was scared to ask about your sex life prior to meeting him; What if he wasn’t as good as the others; What if he got upset about the thought of someone else touching you like that and you noticed? But, his worries were swept away when you told him you’d only gotten as far as making out and touching over clothes with someone else.
You told him you were saving yourself for someone that you were able to trust would take care of you and genuinely loved you for who you were—and that someone was him. “Whenever you’re ready, Tommy,” you’d said, “I will be too.”
Thomas decided that the day needed to be something special, not just any Wednesday or Thursday or Sunday, it had to be significant to the both of you. An anniversary, maybe? Thomas was terrible when it came to dates but he always remembered the day he met you and the day the two of you got together. Fuck it, he’d just pick whichever was closer since he couldn’t wait much longer.
You two always shared dinner away from the family on anniversaries, so Thomas saw it as the perfect time to bring it up. He sat next to you, his knee touching yours, his hand holding yours, you only a lean away from him. All he had to do was ask.
“Tommy, honey,” you spoke, “you okay? You haven’t really seemed here today. Is something wrong?” Thomas was quick to shake his head. “You thinking about something, then?”
He slowly looked down at the table, nodding his head. “I was, um,” he began. Thomas leaned towards you as he glanced towards the entrance to the kitchen cautiously. You leaned closer to him so he could whisper in your ear. “I want you.”
His breath was warm against your face, making his words hotter. You felt your pussy twitch. “Oh, you want that?” You and Thomas had leaned back and looked at one another. He nodded. “You want that now? Or tonight after everyone’s in bed?”
“When do you want it?”
You smiled and kissed his cheek, whispering, “now.”
OK CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS GIF REALLY QUICK? HE’S SO HANDSOME??
anyyyways just some relationship headcanons between you and our sweet boy tommy <<3
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The only kind of affection Thomas was ever given was by Luda, but even then it was limited
Until you come along!!
It’d definitely take long time for him to come out of his shell, he’s definitely shy when it comes to romance, mainly because he’s never had anyone like you before
He cannot communicate verbally, and personally I dont see him being very affectionate with touch either- (that comes later on)
I feel like his way of showing affection would be through gift giving and acts of sevices
Y/N babe, when youre with Thomas, dont expect to ever lift a finger this man is ready to do any thing and everything for you
He‘s used doing services for family but its more of a chore and something that they expected from him
However when it comes to you he’s ready to drop anything for you
Need to pick up something? Tommy has already moved it. Cant reach the top shelf? Tommy is already behind u grabbing whatever you need
He’s never been in a relationship, and he hasnt had any healthy relations he can refer to
When he’s out, he’ll give you little things that remind him of you
This mainly comes in the form of little flowers he sees on his walks from the slaughterhouse
Im sure Luda makes clothing and other things for the family so maybe he’ll have her make you a blanket or some kind of knitted scarf or baked good
While he doesnt initiate any physical touch at first, he certainly wouldnt oblige
He LOVES when you run your fingers through his hair or rub your thumb on his palm
He’s so gentle with you
He knows he’s a big man and how rough he can be, but when he’s with you he so gentle because he knows how fragile you are
He’d absolutely melt at any kind of small deeds you do for him
He’s a busy man, he doesnt have much time to focus on himself or his private life so making this man’s bed or cleaning his room would make him melt
Do the things he cant do when he’s out
Later into your relationship when he’s more comfortable you guys would start sharing a bed and doing more of the cliché couple things
Wether you have experience in relationships or not, its definitely a lot more than Tommy has had so help guide him he’s so lost
Defininately a big spoon
He loves when you lay your head on his chest
When he is cuddling you he’s got an arm resting against you at all times
If you show intrest in anything Tommy automatically loves it to
For example if you often wear (your favorite color), Tommy will take some mental notes of that
Dont be surprised when you find a (favorite color) crocheted blanked on your shared bed
He’s basically a lost puppy following you everywhere you go when he’s not busy
Savers any quality time you spend together, even if none if you are talking he just loves being with you in the moment
ill probably make more of these with other slashers but heres just a few i came up with rlly quickly lol
You and Thomas had been working tirelessly into the night, carful not to make too much noise. You didn’t want to wake anyone in the house, certainly not Hoyt, the grumpy bastard. Recently you’d been given more freedom, as the family trusted you, well at least 3/4 of them did. So you’d gone into town to gather some stuff from the market.
You’d picked out a pretty new dress for Mamma Mae, and you and Tommy got matching outfits in her favourite colour. You had decorated the whole house while she was sleeping. With Banners and balloons. You’d worked on making the cake and other sweets while Thomas did all the dirty work. As a finishing touch you wanted to put some of Mae’s favourite flowers on the chandelier, but even Thomas was two short to do so.
“Hey Tommy, can you come here for a second baby?”
He approached behind you, placing a hand on your waist to grab your attention. He looked down at you quizzically. You held a scattered and messy bouquet of flowers in your hand.
“Think you can give me a boost?”
Thomas was hesitant, and a bit confused, but he trusted you. So he easily lifted you into the air, letting you prop yourself up on his hand. Then you placed the flowers delicately on the light. You were about to fall, but Thomas was quick to catch you. You nuzzled into his chest with a small squeak, not wanting to make too much noise.
“Sorry Tommy, should have been more carful.”
The man glared down at you, but his look softened when he saw how sincere you were.
“Come on, let’s get some rest, gotta be up in a few hours to make breakfast.”
When morning came, the two of you snuck back into the kitchen. You were set on cooking, and Thomas was set to clean. You made pancakes and fruit salad, biscuits and gravy, bacon and some fresh squeezed orange juice. The table was set and everything was perfect, but something was missing. You heard the house inhabitants stir, and you quickly discarded your apron, fixing your shirt and reaching up to smooth out Tommy’s hair.
“Ready?”
He gave a nod. Hoyt and Monty were the first to stumble into the kitchen.
“The hell is all this?” Hoyt grumbled.
You glared at the man, the man, thinking he should be more greatful.
“Now don’t tell me you forgot old man” Monty joked.
“Go get mama.” You whispered to Thomas.
He brought he into the kitchen, hand over her eyes, and gently lead her to her seat at the table. The woman chuckled softly.
“Smells nice in here. What did you two get up to?”
She suddenly felt something he placed on her head, and Thomas removed his hands. The flower crown you made looked lovely on her, bringing out her hair and eye colours. You watched as he eyes lit up at the spread before here. Thomas left her side to grab the cake. As he placed it down in front of you, you declared loudly enough for the both of you.
“Happy Mothers Day mama!”
Luda looked stunned, nearly tearing up.
“You did all this for little old me?”
Thomas nodded ecstatically, wanting his moms approval.
“Oh come here you too.”
The woman pulled you both into a bone crushing hug, and kissed you each on your forehead. A silent declaration of her love and appreciation.
“Now sit, enjoy the fruits of your labour”
The rest of the day went off without a hitch, and you’d never seen Thomas happier.
Margaret White:
You ran you hand over Carrie’s thigh, stroking it lightly in comfort. She had been high strung since the start of the month, knowing what holiday was coming up. You knew she dreaded this holiday, but at least she had you. She had her favourite person, and that’s all that mattered.
“Remember, we can always leave if she says anything, ok. We can come right back here.”
The two of you got dressed in simply, yet comfortable outfits. Not wanting to put too much effort, but not wanting her mother to make a statement on it. You held her hand and she gripped yours tightly in return. You walked into her mothers house with your head held high.
“Oh children, come in, come in!”
You heard from the kitchen. You made your way around and greeted her as kindly as you could muster.
“Happy Mother’s Day Miss Margaret.”
“Thank you.”
“Yeah, Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.” Carrie muttered.
“What have I told you about mumbling? And stop slouching.”
I bit back a glare, watching as Carrie straightened instantly. God you hated this woman.
“Need any help finishing the dinner?”
“You’re far too kind child, if you could just set the table. And Carrie, could you bring my my bible from the prayer room”.
This time you visibly stiffened. This woman had the audacity.
You knew she was strong. But I hated seeing her have to face her trauma like this. If only she had killed her mother that night, instead of just injuring her. Stubborn woman should have stayed dead. You set the table with her in silence and waited for your love to return. She looked paler but you quickly gave her a soft smile. As you prayed over the meal, you sent a secret prayer that tonight would go well. But apparently god had other plans.
“Carrie, dear don’t you think you should have worn something a little more modest?”
You rolled your eyes.
“I do believe we are wearing the same dress Miss White, if the dress doesn’t look immodest on me, how could it possibly on your daughter?”
She couldn’t respond, and you smirked at that, feeling that you’d one. But one after another the comments came, and you could tell it was wearing down. It wasn’t until you were alone in the kitchen with her, cleaning the dishes when she said something you’d never forget.
“You know, you’re a sweet kid- but I can’t get over the fact that what you’re doing is wrong. You shouldn’t be with my daughter, especially not after she’s already been with a man. You should pray on it, and hope you don’t burn in hell.”
That’s when you lost it. How dare she be homophobic, and to her own daughter none the less. Before you could stop yourself, you punched her square in the nose, breaking it.
“Carrie!” You called.
She was by your side in an instant, looking confused when she saw you cradling your fist and her mother babying her nose.
“Tell your mother goodnight, we’re leaving.”
“Goo-“
The words didn’t even finish leaving her mouth before you pulled her outside. The second you were on the porch you pulled her close, kissing her deeply.
“Happy Mothers Day my love, really wish you had a better one”.
You leaned her head into hers, breathing her scent.
“Now let’s get you home, yeah?”
Norma Bates:
Norman had kept you far away from his mother. It was something you never understood since he always spoke so highly of her. But you couldn’t help but notice the Mother’s Day signs around town. And the endless chatter at the shops, and in the motel.
This made you antsy, your own mother was no longer around. So this holiday didn’t hold much meaning to you until now. You wanted to celebrate, to celebrate Norman’s mother for raising the gentleman you knew and loved today. He was kind, attentive, sensitive, passionate, everything you ever dreamed of. And if Norma raised him, you wanted to thank her for doing so.
But you couldn’t go behind his back. So you asked him, at dinner the day before.
“Norman, my sweet…”
“Yes, Love?”
“I know it’s a sore subject, but- do you promise not to get upset?”
He turned his attention fully to you now. Leaving his post at the sink and drying his hands. He gently placed them on your hips.
“I promise to keep my temper, now what is bothering you.”
“It’s about your Mother… Norman I really want to meet her. I mean tomorrow’s Mother’s Day-“
“How kind of you. You want to wish her a Happy Mother’s Day.”
“I really do Norman. Why won’t you let me meet her?”
“It’s complicated, but I will ask if she’s ready to meet tomorrow ok?”
You kissed him on the cheek.
“Ok. Thank you.”
But everything started to make sense the next morning. You awoke to the smell of a fresh breakfast being made, and lazily made you way downstairs. You expected to see the love of your life, but where caught off guard when you saw a woman.
“Mrs. Bates?”
She hummed lightly. You grabbed the glass of water from your side of the table and took a sip.
“I’m so glad you decided to meet me finally. Oh and Happy Mother’s Day! You did a fantastic job raising Norman.”
“We’ll thank you Dearie, you Mother did a good job with you too. Or so my Norman tells me. Please sit, eat.”
It wasn’t until she turned around that you finally understood. There was no Norma, at least not how you’d think. There you boyfriend stood, dressed in his mothers clothes, smiling like there was no tomorrow.
“Sorry Norman couldn’t join us for breakfast, he was busy down at the motel. It will just be us today Darling.”
You indulged his fantasy.
“We’ll I’m happy to get to know you Norma. We’re family now.”
Pamela Voorhees:
Jason was out in the Forrest, dealing with some unfortunate trespassers. He was always tense on this day, at least that’s what Pam explained to you. He wanted to be the best Mama’s boy there is, and he was, no competition. But sometimes he needed a little reminder.
So you did the only thing you knew that could help him. You cleaned the entire house top to bottom. Decorating the inside with every flower you could find within walking distance form the house. Jason didn’t want you out when victims could be around to hurt you, and you respected that. But you wanted everything to be perfect. You brewed the morning tea, made the cupcakes, slaved over lunch. Everything was perfect.
Of course you knew Pam was watching, she was always watching. But never in a malicious way. She wanted you safe, just like her sun did. But she knew better than to ruin the illusion of surprise. So she waited for the right time to come say hello. And that’s when you heard the trip wire bells go off. Jason, your Jason, was home. You ran to greet him, not much caring that you got blood on you in the process. Jason was confused when you beamed up at him happily. Normally you weren’t this touchy when he got back from a kill, he never wanted you seeing him like this.
“Come on handsome, let’s get you cleaned up.”
You lead him to the bathroom, helping him undress, and undressing yourself in the process. The two of you stepped into the warm shower you had ready. You helped him wash up and gave him an outfit to match yours when you were done.
“Is the prettiest boy in the whole world ready to visit his Mama?” You asked.
Jason’s eyes light up at the mention of his mom. How could he have forgotten what day it is. But that’s when you saw the panic.
“Don’t worry My Love, I have everything set and perfect.”
He gave you a small kiss on the cheek to show your appreciation. Leaving his mask on the bed as it would only be family tonight. You brought him into the kitchen and sat him down for lunch. Well now it was almost closer to dinner, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that you were all here. Pamela entered shortly after.
“Good Evening Pamela, Happy Mothers Day! I hope you’ll enjoy the food your lovely son prepared for us.” You said.
Pam gave you a knowing smile, she knew you made everything, but she wasn’t going to correct you. Jason on the other hand was bewildered. He had forgotten about today and you saved him. He adored you for that.
“Isn’t that right Lovey, you wanted to show your mother just how much you appreciate everything she does for us?”
He nodded, smiling up at you.
“We’ll thank you, you two. This is truly the best gift I could have asked for.”
Pam gave each of you a kiss on the forehead before sitting down to join you for the night festivities. There was just enough love in her heart for the both of you.
Wendy Torrance:
You and Danny sat on the edge of the bed. You helped your little brother put on his shoes, and straighten his sweater vest.
“We’ll aren’t you a handsome boy?”
He giggled as you tickled into his sides. You lifted him up off the bed and set him straight towards the door.
“Danny!” You shouted after him as he excitedly left the room.
He came skipping back towards you.
“The flowers.” You pointed to the nightstand.
“Oh right!”
He grabbed them and went running down the stairs to where your mother was inevitably waiting. She’d be unready for his surprise attack. You followed suit, fixing your outfit and carrying the small box in your hands. As you made you way to the kitchen you heard the infectious giggle of your brother. He ran from your mom, hiding behind you.
“Little monster got apple juice on my dress”. She laughed
“Oh did he now?”
You picked up your brother, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Then you made your way to your mom, doing the same to her and sliding her her gift.
“Happy Mothers Day Mama!”
“Oh My Sweets, you didn’t have to.”
“But Daddy always got you gifts Mommy” Danny said.
“He did, didn’t he. Well what did you get me?”
“That would ruin the surprise, silly.”
So you watched as your mom ripped into the gift, her eyes practically sparkling when she saw it. It was a silver bracelet with a charm that had each of your initials on it.
“Oh I love it, but not as much as I love my two most favourite people in the whole world.” She pulled you two into a hug.
“Now, let’s eat!”
An: I wrote this so quick so sorry if there are a a few “I’s” where “you’s” should be. I didn’t have time for editing.
If you’re still taking headcanon requests can you do one for Yautja with a plus size S/O who is used to human partners and tells their Yautja “don’t pick me up you’ll hurt yourself” and the Yautja being confused?
This is adorable >:3
They laugh at you. Like genuinely belly-laugh at you. That was a good joke.
…what do you mean it wasn’t a joke?
They get a little huffy about it, initially taking your words as doubt against their abilities.
They pick you up with ease and, for good measure, lift you above their head and spin. They laugh as you scream to be put down.
Once you’re back on the ground and your head has stopped spinning, you gently explain that you’ve injured some of your exes who’ve tried to pick you up. It was just a force of habit.
Your mate scoffs and loudly declares your former mates as weak.
They hoist you up again, wrapping your thighs around their waist with a purr. They insist to pick you up far more often now.
They’ll likely encourage you sit on their back when they do push-ups or ride their back when they go running.
Hell you two went on a forest walk and had to cross a stretch of water that was two inches deep at most. They insisted you ride on their shoulders. No they were not kidding.
A/N - I made sure NOT to put Hannibal in sandals for ANY reason. Also, this damn thing is LONG.
Requested by: @chuuulip
“I just want to make sure we’re both on the same page and we’re happy with what we have going,”
—
It seemed like such an amazing thing at first. You couldn’t help but squeal with delight when you received the invitation in the mail. One of your good friends from college was tying the knot in a few weeks to her long time boyfriend and you were ecstatic to be able to go. She was one of the few people you were close to and even though you went different directions after graduating, you still kept in touch almost daily. You knew that she would be the first one to get married out of your friend group and you were more than happy for her.
The wedding was being held in Hawaii (for reasons you still couldn’t comprehend, considering she lived far from there). This required a decent amount of traveling for you, considering you lived on the opposite side of the country. However, Hawaii was definitely not something you wanted to pass up and you wouldn’t have missed your best friend’s wedding day for the world.
You had asked Hannibal that night over dinner if he would accompany you to the wedding as your date. You weren’t exactly sure what his response would be, considering the two of you would be gone for at least a few days and his work schedule was often demanding. Much to your surprise, Hannibal was more than willing to go along with you. He found it incredibly unacceptable to let you go across the country without him to an event where having a date is expected.
The weeks went by and the two of you packed your things for a weekend getaway. Between the madness of airport commute, luggage, and actually getting on freakin’ plane, you were reminded that traveling wasn’t always a breeze. Hannibal was a very at-ease traveler, unlike yourself who tended to be a little more on the anxious side when it came to plane rides. Although, a griping fear of flying wasn’t the only thing that had your nerves in a bundle.
You would be seeing people at this wedding that you haven’t seen in years. People that you did (and didn’t) always get along with. Everybody knows that you can’t get along with every single person you meet. You’re going to have friends who get along with people that you just don’t. Your radiant best-friend-bride-to-be had a few friends that you didn’t jive with. But that’s life. Still, it made you nervous. As much as you tried to not worry about what others thought of you, it was easier said than done.
You had a nice, lengthy nine hour flight to sort this all out in your head. In reality, you just put it aside upon finally landing in Hawaii. You had never been before, only seeing it in pictures and films. It was more beautiful in person than you had ever imagined. You were giddy as Hannibal handed you your suitcase from the baggage claim. You were practically bouncing up and down in your shoes as it were. The first day was a full on tourist day for you. Hannibal had been to Hawaii once before so he was familiar with the sort of things you would want to see.
It wasn’t until the second day that the wedding was being held. It was in an outdoor venue that was absolutely stunning and had an incredible view. You did, however, thank your lucky stars that she decided to have the wedding in the early/mid evening when it was a comfortably cool. The dress code was formal, which was no surprise considering both the bride and groom came from classy families. Hannibal, you had to say, was just as dashing as ever. Even if he did have several that were similar to it, it was just as gorgeous as the last.
The ceremony was perfect. It was everything that you knew she had ever dreamed of. It got you to thinking about your own future wedding. Would yours be an outdoor wedding? Would yours be limited to a certain number of guests or would it be everyone you’ve ever known? Most importantly, was Hannibal going to be the guy you’d be conjoining in life with? You just couldn’t help but think about it. The two of you had been going steady for over a year and you were totally in love with him. It was a hard thing to explain, but you usually put it this way.
He was either going to be your forever or he would be your hardest heartbreak.
Hannibal, on the other side, was extremely confident that you were the one. From day one he could see himself marrying you. As a man who was very much in touch with his senses and inner self, he had no doubt that you were his it girl. He was so fond of you. He cared for you. He loved you. He knew he had to wait for the right time. He didn’t know when it would be, but he’d know when it was time.
The reception followed immediately after and you were in an extremely jubilant mood. Weddings always made you this way. You couldn’t help it. You recognized almost every face at the wedding. Friends from college, acquaintances from college, and everything in between. You managed to find your newly wedded friend afterwards and reintroduced her to Hannibal as well as gush with her over how perfect the ceremony was.
The two of you were like two teenagers again, sitting in your dorm, and fantasizing about the day you would marry the love of your life. Hannibal watched and analyzed your behavior when talking with her. It made him happy to see you so cheerful. Your happiness was his happiness. Unfortunately, she couldn’t stay long considering she still had dozens of people to see, but she hugged you and thanked the both of you for coming to her wonderful day.
Hannibal noticed that you were sticking rather close to him, closer than you normally would at an event where you knew mostly everybody. He assumed you didn’t want to leave his side since he didn’t really seem to know anyone here.
“Darling, I assure you, I can manage myself if you wish to mingle,” He stated; “I’m sure you have friends you want to catch up with,”
You turned to him with a gentle smile;
“Well, it’s just that I’m sure there’s certain people here I don’t want to run int-“
Your sentence was cut off by your name being heard from a short distance. You and Hannibal both stopped to listen to what was being said. Hannibal, being as observant as he is, immediately sensed that you were tense. You could only hear bits and pieces of the conversation being held from slightly afar, but there was one sentence that rang in your ears clear as day;
“I saw them a few minutes ago. I never thought [Y/N] would be the type to have a sugar daddy,”
Your heart seemed to plummet into your shoes at the words. You looked to Hannibal for a reaction as an angry/disappointed blush crept onto your cheeks. Only, he was looking to your for a reaction as well. You glanced over your shoulder to see who the hell had the nerve to say something like that. Sadly, you weren’t surprised when you saw that it was one of the bridesmaids who you were all too familiar with.
She was NOT someone you typically got along with. It wasn’t just a personality clash that caused you to dislike her, it was the fact that she was just straight up mean to you.
There had been tension between you and her since day one. Everything about you was different from her. She was always trying to one-up you and prove herself to be better. In the process, she always found ways to bring you down. You tried to keep in mind that her jealousy stemmed from her own insecurities when you talked to her, but it’s rather hard when she’s ruthless with her remarks.
Her comment was definitely a first. It was true, you and Hannibal did have a bit of an age gap. He was significantly older than you. Enough so to where it made some people raise a brow when hearing that you were together. It wasn’t THAT much of an age difference. It didn’t bother either of you enough to make you have a conversation about it. You set your glass aside and turned to go confront her, but a hand grabbed your arm to stop you.
“I don’t recommend that,” Hannibal said; “This is your friend’s wedding,”
You looked at him in disbelief. Of all people, he was the one who wanted to let this slide?
“Hannibal, did you not hear what she just said? That’s insane,” You growled; “I can’t let her get away with that shit,”
He took your hands into his, stroking gently with his thumb;
“I understand, but I don’t want you to make a scene and ruin the night for yourself. Just let it go,” He pleaded.
You sighed in defeat. He was right. You would never forgive yourself if you made a scene on your friend’s wedding night. You nodded, allowing him to usher you away. The rest of the night went on. You danced, you drank, and talked to whoever approached you. Still, there was a dark cloud hovering over you. It hurt your feelings that someone would say something like that about Hannibal. So much so that it followed you back to the hotel.
“Are we going to talk about it or are we going to choose to ignore it?” Hannibal asked from the bathroom, looking in the mirror to undo his tie.
He could clearly see it was upsetting you. If anyone could sense when something was wrong with you, it was him. Truthfully, the moment he saw your face go pale at her words, he immediately thought of how he was going to…handle it. Hannibal had very specific beliefs about people who were rude to him or the ones he loved. He decided that it would be a terrible inconvenience considering this was supposed to be a nice vacation for the both of you.
You didn’t answer his question. However, you responded with a question of your own;
“Hanni,” You began with the nickname you only used when you were worried or wanted something; “Does it bother you that I’m younger than you?”
“Typically, I should be asking you the same question…but the other way around,” He stated; “Does it bother you that I’m significantly older than you?”
You were looking at the carpeted floor and fiddling with the hem of your skirt as you replied;
“I think significant is a strong word. I had never really thought much of it,” You confessed.
He emerged from the bathroom with a small shrug;
“Nor I. It’s bothering you now though, yes?” He asked serenely.
You shook your head;
“No. It doesn’t bother me, but it does bother me that someone might think you’re…supplying me,”
You cringed at your choice of words, but you honestly couldn’t think of anything else to describe it. You had nothing against the idea of a sugar daddy. Hell, you had known people who had one. It seemed like a legit concept and all, but to accuse you of having one when you were in fact in a serious relationship was insulting. And all because Hannibal was a decent amount older than you.
“Why does it matter what others think of us? We both know that this is a committed and romantic relationship with no forms of pay,” He said beginning to console you; “I’m here because I care about you,”
“I know. I care about you too,” You said reaching to unbuckle your shoes; “I just want to make sure we’re both on the same page and we’re happy with what we have going,”
You tossed your shoes aside and groaned quietly at the feel of your aching feet. Hannibal took one of your feet into his own hands, rubbing gently.
“I am happy,” He purred, his hand slowly trailing up your leg; “So beyond happy,”
You instinctively fell back onto the bed as he moved on top of you. His hands were warm on your skin, his words were nothing short of silky on your ears;
“Answer me this, my love,” He spoke, sliding your dress straps down your shoulders and ultimately pushing the whole thing off your body; “Could someone younger, closer to your age, possibly make you feel as good as I do?”
You felt your heartbeat begin to quicken along with your breathing, your skin warming up as you felt yourself yearning for him. His arm snaked around to your back signaling for you to arch so he could unclasp your bra and also throw it on the floor with your dress. He threw your panties in the mix with them too. He never wasted much time getting you undressed. His hand lingered just in front of your heated sex, waiting for a response;
“Answer me,” He demanded.
Your hand was resting on his forearm, persuading him to touch you;
“No, they couldn’t,” You breathed; “Nobody could make me feel as good,”
He hummed in approval, using his middle and ring finger to slide into you. He made sure the palm of his hand was his leverage, pumping and curling his fingers to draw the most delicious sounds out of you. He kissed you hard, muffling your groans and cries of delight. You fumbled with the buttons of his dress shirt and pushed it off of his lean, yet muscular frame. Once he felt you slick walls, he withdrew his fingers and fumbled with his belt.
You whined pathetically;
“Hanni, please,” You begged for him to hurry up.
He unzipped painfully slow and continued to chide you;
“You have to be patient, my dear. I’ll give you what you deserve,”
Your skin was hot by this point with blood rushing you with anticipation. After what seemed like eternity, he aligned and slid into you and you simultaneously let out a groan. He stretched and filled your tight walls in the best ways. He wrapped your legs around his waist for a better angle, thrusting into you as a rapid pace;
“Good girl,” He praised with a voice deep and soft; “You always take it so well,”
His words alone could’ve made you come undone, but you didn’t have time to think about that as he continued to push in and out. His head was buried in your neck, sucking a spot on your neck that would surely be a hickey by the morning hours. Your left hand was gingerly tugging Hannibal’s hair, while your right was gripping the sheets underneath you. Your legs began to shake and your grip around him tightened. A sign he had learned meant you were close. The hot feeling into your lower belly grew stronger as your cries got louder.
“I’m about to…” You trailed off, breathless and caught up in pleasure.
He put one hand on either side of your head, pressing down hard and with one final hard thrust, he grunted and spilled out into you. A flash of white clouded your vision as your finished too, your nerves tingly and sparky all over. He collapsed on top of you, both of you attempting to get your breathing to return to normal. Your skin was sticky and hot against the other, but you didn’t care. You left kisses on his shoulder and the side of his neck as you both fell from your high.
Eventually, he lifted his head and looked into your eyes with his dark ones, cupping your cheek with his hand. You laughed softly, causing his brows to raise with a smile;
Hey sweetie! I'm in a very bad mental place right now and I would really appreciate a s/o who has a depressive episode, has really low self-esteem, mainly focused on self-harm ( if u don't want to do that sort of stuff it's totally understandable) for Venom(if u want) Morticia & Gomez, Hannibal, Hellboy, Abe, Prince Nauda and maybe Sundrop 🌼 Thank you 🖤
Morticia & Gomez
Both of them loathe the place you're in mentally right now and both try to go about how to talk and approach you without seeming overbearing or overly concerned. It's much hardest for Gomez to do that both they both work together a game plan to really help you out of such a low state
Morticia is much quieter about it, but physically is there the most for you. She's always around and including you in whatever activities or hobbies she's doing and makes sure you always have something to do when she's around. Gomez, on the other hand, worries his head off about you. He tries his best to keep his composure around you and not squeeze you until you pop
Both of them try their best not to be overbearing and pushy when it comes to getting you help or helping you themselves so they give you your space if you need it, but they're always keeping an eye out for you. If you happen to be especially quiet and not with the family both of the calmly look for you to make sure you're alright. They also sort of... baby proof the house but it's nothing noticeable. You're still allowed to use knives when cooking or razors for shaving, but they have their ways of watching out
They take a lot of family time throughout the day to make sure that you're active and not in your room all day, but they give you your space if you really need it. They're an active family and drag you along all the time, even when they just stay in the house
Hannibal
Hannibal almost thrives off of your codependency and the thought of you, of everyone in the world, possibly not being by his side due to your mental health is not an option for him. Or you for that matter. If Hannibal makes up his mind about something it's going to happen. He is particular about how you spend your day quietly and inserts activities and subtle "life" talks throughout your days to hopefully help your thoughts
He has his way with words around you, but is particularly picky about how he talks to you when you confide in him about your urges and depressive, scary thoughts. There isn't another soul in the world he would think about sharing what you've told him, but if push comes to shove he will make sure you get the proper help you need if he can't do it for you (which he doesn't like to accept)
Now... I wouldn't put it past Hannibal to slowly, over the course of many months to drug you with whatever medication he sees fit to help you grow if you're spiraling particularly fast. He will take matters into his own hands, like I've said and certainly nothing is off the table if it comes to helping you better yourself with your consent or not
Thankfully for you, that is a last resort and it will likely get to that point. There is a very slim chance that he cant gaslight girlboss you into avoiding self harm in any way. But he really doesn't give you the time to even think about hurting yourself by how involved he's become in your everyday life since you've confided in him
Hellboy
He's... unsure of how to handle the situation, but does deeply care about your wellbeing. He can't recall a time where he really had to deal with these thoughts himself let alone around someone, he's lacking in the comfort department extremely. Hellboy is blockheaded, but does an oddly good job at remember just about all of the trauma and venting topics you've told him. However his blindness to comfort and empathy lead him to ask a lot of questions in the 'why' department. Why do you feel the need to hurt yourself over that?
It comes off as insensitive, absolutely, but he also doesn't mean to come off that way. There is a hefty part of his heart that needs to know why so that he can fix it, not to invalidate your struggles, God that's the last thing he'd ever want to do. So he lets you talk whenever you need to and take time off whenever you might need him. Over the next few weeks he does eye you down whenever the two of you meet in the morning or in the afternoon after work to make sure your beautiful skin is left unblemished
While he isn't too sure how to handle the burden of your emotions with relative and effective advice, his praise sees no end. There isn't a thing in the world that he could think of that he'd rather have than you and he makes sure you hear it everyday. Even if you didn't particularly do anything that day he's quick to make sure that you know that he's proud that you've made it this far
His favorite praise is to smoother you in hugs and boast about how strong you are, mentally and emotionally. Of course you're down right now but it's a minor setback that he refuses to let continue. At least not while he's around
Abe
Abe is, quiet honestly, no better in the comfort department that Hellboy is, but only because of how nervous he gets trying to explain to you how much he cares for you and your situation. He would 100% comfort and verbally praise you if he could only get the words out in the correct order. He's more likely to formulate his words better if you didn't stand so close to him, only because your depression practically radiates off of your body and he doesn't even have to touch you to know
He's quite confused on the concept of self-harm but knows the how's and why's when it comes to the human mind and mental health. He keeps a lot of the 'distasteful' questions to himself about why you would ever choose to hurt yourself, knowing that what you need is his comfort and validation, which he gives you in many many forms
Now, while Abe can't necessarily cry, he feels the overbearing urge to do something like cry whenever he grazes over your previous scars, if you have them. Especially if they are new, which he demands that he is the one that tends to them. He's a listener when you need him to be and has just about anything you cold imagine to distract yourself with in his library
He loves to teach you just about anything if it means that you're focused on that instead of self-harm. It can be a bit boring... but all you have to do is tell him so and he's got something else for the two of you to do. Of course, this goes without saying that he really pushes hydrotherapy in his own way while you're with him. You can really feel like your negative emotions are floating away from you when you're in the water
Prince Nuada
He's blunt and overbearing. At first. It takes him a bit to get the severity of your situation and things like self-harm in general, especially with the harm being inflicted for the sole purpose of... well pain. Of course he listens to you vent and go on about your trauma but sees everything so narrowly that he thinks that he has the cure for your depression. Boy will that hit him like a brick when being active and doing elf-shit doesn't work for you
Nuada is adamant about making sure that you stay away from hurting yourself even once he's grasped your mental health situation, and he's stern about it too. He's the definition of tough love but does everything in his own power to make sure that you're not alone and isolated, especially after venting to him. Comfort, once again, is not a strong suit for him but he is always physically there for you and will continue to be there for you
If he could somehow physically make you better in an instant he would, it hurts him to see scars, dull or new, on you but looks at you with soft eyes. He wants to scold you but Nuala told him that it won't do anything but add to the tension in your brain, so he doesn't say anything. Most of the time when he comforts you he doesn't say much but instead holds you and looks at you lovingly as you sob or sit there quietly
He's a massive advocate for making sure that you're always with him attending just about anything he's got on his schedule. It's one way for him to keep a heavy eye on you and your health but always a better way for him to spend time with you and get used to being a bit softer with you in the long run. He feels like the time he spends away from you adds to your negative thoughts and will not stand for him aiding in such awful behavior
Sundrop
God, you're a walking hazard to him and there's nothing he can do about it. His inability to make your smiles last and your laughter genuine when you're around him drives him off the walls quite literally. It's a lot to handle, especially when he thinks the correct way to help is to just up his energy and the pitch of his voice, it works for kids so why doesn't it work for you? Of course Sun has a different programming for working with adults but purposeful self-harm is... not quite in his protocol for adults or children
What he is good at though, fittingly, is distracting and first-aid when you need it. Blood and particularly dangerous activities are absolutely banned from the daycare, and that includes you. His job, literally, is to entertain and distract which he fully intends to do with you when you come to him for any type of comfort. He lectures you on safety and playing nice with yourself to hopefully prevent you from continuing to think about self-harm
Thankfully though, Sun is rather calm providing first aid to make sure that he doesn't worsen wounds or cause panic. He can tell that you're already particularly worked up and upset so he tries his best to be as quiet and as delicate as he can when tending to you. His softness carries over into caring for you for a bit but he inevitably slips back into hyper-ness after a while. He tends to sing to you after he cleans you up
While he does insist that you stay with him and the kids for most of the day to keep your mind occupied, he also urges you to explore other areas of the pizza plex from time to time to get out of the stuffy daycare. Of course, please come back soon or he's going to worry to death about you and eventually have a guard locate you and bring you back out of his own paranoia of loosing you
This is something I wrote about how a relative insults you and our favourite little bomber isn't gonna sit there and let you take it. Sorry if it's out of character or anything. I'm not too confident in my writing skills but I'm hoping to improve as I go. Enjoy!
Also reminder that you are all beautiful no matter what anyone says!
Content Warning: gn! reader, curse words (courtesy of Bakugou), insensitive comments about weight gain/loss, suggestions of starving oneself, a little angst but with fluff ending.
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“Don’t you think you’re eating too much?”
Y/N sighed as they put down the spoonful of rice that was about to enter their mouth. Nodding their head showing that they agree.
Their grandmother was visiting for the weekend just because she was in town and didn’t feel like paying for a hotel.
Y/N knew that their grandmother had good intentions, at least they think so.
Good intentions, bad executions?
Katsuki who was sitting beside them had steam leaving his ears but kept his mouth shut just because he promised his fiancé that he wouldn’t say anything rude to their relative, no matter how distasteful her comments were.
But he was almost at his breaking point.
The old hag had barely been staying with them for a day and she had already made Y/N as miserable as they can be.
The constant jabs at their weight were bringing back bad memories for them and seeing the light slowly disappear from their eyes was tearing the blonde apart. He wouldn’t admit it to them but he hated seeing them like this.
Usually they would’ve snapped right back at whoever made offensive comments at them.
Their wittiness was one of the most attractive things about them. He always thought it was sexy the way they could fight back at anyone who did them any wrong, never holding back.
That’s why it infuriated him that they were just sitting there, taking all this shit from the old sag of shit just because she was related to them and had to ‘respect their families’ type of crap.
It made no fucking sense.
Why respect someone who couldn’t have the decency to keep their irrelevant thoughts to themselves.
“Ya know something Y/N?”
The grandmother opened her mouth again as Y/N stood up to clean the table while she sat back looking at her grandchild up and down.
‘No one fucking cares.’
Katsuki thought internally but chose to stay quiet as Y/N gave him a pleading look knowing fully well what he was thinking.
“You looked better while you were studying overseas, skinner ya know, maybe starving really is the way to go about it. I get that Katsuki here’s cooking is nice and all but you really should lay it off if you want to keep hi-“
Snap.
The pair of chopsticks in the pro hero’s hand broke into two.
“YOU FUCKING BITCH!”
Both the people in front of him gasped and looked at him with shocked wide eyes.
“Excuse m-“
“FUCK YOUR EXCUSES! LISTEN HERE SAGGY TITS, PACK IT UP AND GET OUT!”
He has had it with the degrading comments about his fiancé’s weight and size. That last comment was the final straw. The mere suggestion of having them StArVe themself just to look a different way was too much for him to bear.
“Katsu-“
Y/N spoke up most likely trying to calm him down and defend their grandmother even though they were clearly holding back tears from the hurtful words.
“OH HELL NO! AFTER WHAT THE EXPIRED BITCH SAID YOU STILL WANNA DEFEND HER??”
The elderly woman who had stayed silent after all this time even had the audacity to look offended after all the shit she put her grandchild through.
The fact that they didn’t say anything to her insults meant that they probably had endured this all their life.
Till now that is.
Katsuki was gonna kick the raisin lookalike out of their house and then his next goal was to lecture the shit out of his lover.
No way he was gonna let them allow those insults hit them and treat it like its nothing, family or not.
After screaming more insults at his supposed grandmother in law, he had forced her to pack up and leave while he made his partner sit down in the living room couch. Any movement from them in an attempt to help the lady and he would send them the nastiest look as a warning.
He still ordered a cab for the old bat, not because he thinks they deserved it, but because he knew his significant other would feel worse than they already did.
The young pro hero sat next to Y/N on the couch while holding them to his chest.
“She’s bat shit crazy if she thinks you need to lose any weight.”
“I know but-“
“No, fuck off with that shit.”
He shut them down immediately. Not wanting to hear any more of that nonsense.
Sure he was fit as hell but that was because his career needed him to be and he personally preferred to stay in top shape.
His fiancé is the most beautiful entity in the whole damn world and no one could say shit about it. Size didn’t matter as long as they were healthy. And according to his home cooked meals and the weekly (forced) exercises together, there’s no way they weren’t healthy.
Anyone who thought otherwise can fight him.
Rest assured, he will win.
“You’re gorgeous damn it. And it’s true if I say so.”
It was then he heard them laugh.
“Something funny?”
“Pfftt- you care about me.”
“You little-“
He tackled them down the couch and started tickling them all over.
“I fucking put a ring on it no shit I care about you!”
He grinned as he watched his whole world cackle below him, the light returning to their eyes.
Peace has been restored and he would do anything for it to stay that way.
This one’s a bit of a doozy, LMFAOO! But I hope y’all like it!
Warnings: bit angsty, smut (squirting), cursing, not proofread
You saw the way he looked at her.
You knew that look, because he used to look at you like that.
But you didn’t pay it any mind. You had hoped that with time, he’d see your efforts. See how hard you wanted him to just give you a smidge of what he gave her. Just an ounce of his love.
And in doing that, you neglected to see the way they looked at you. Like you hung all the stars in the sky. Like you were some celestial being. They worshipped you, they did, but they’d never let you know. Or rather, they had never planned to.
It all came to a head at the annual pro hero gala. The top pro heroes all gathered at an exclusive banquet hall, dressed to the nines. During the day, you and a few of the girls spent the day together getting ready. Doing hair, applying unhealthy amounts of makeup, and squeezing into dresses. You had a blast, but you were really looking forward to Izuku’s reaction to how you looked. You wore an elegant black dress that accentuated your curves and highlighted your assets. It was a bit out of your comfort zone, but you wanted to impress Izuku.
Walking into the banquet hall, you took deep breaths to calm your nerves. As soon as your group walked in, everyone turned their heads. “OMG! You guys look so hot!” Mina exclaims, making a beeline over to you. “For sure ladies. You all clean up nice.” Denki smirks, getting a nudge from Shinso. “If I wasn’t already with this dork, you’d have to peel me off of you.” He says, giving Shinso a kiss on the cheek. “Yeah, yeah. He’s right though. You ladies look lovely.” Shinso mutters, giving you guys a brief smile.
You give your friends a big smile, though it doesn’t last long once you catch Izuku’s line of vision. “Wow, Ochako. You look amazing.” Izuku gasps out, eyes raking over Uraraka’s figure. “Thank you, Izuku. You look great yourself.” Uraraka blushes. Having enough, you walk over to them. “Hey Izu. You look handsome.” You drawl, trying to flirt. “Oh, hey (Y/N). You look nice.” He says, not even sparing you a glance, too entranced by Uraraka. That was it! You wouldn’t spend another minute going unappreciated. “Right. Can I talk to you for a second? It’s important.” You say. “Can it wait? I-” “No, Midoriya. It’s important.” You cut him off, emphasizing your point.
Following you out of the hall, you both make your way a few ways down the corridor. “What’s up, babe?” He asks, as if everything was fine. “Yeah no. Don’t use that shit on me when you were just making goo-goo eyes at Ochako. You make it so obvious that you want to be with her, its honestly embarrassing. What the fuck are you with me for?” You ask, having wanted to get that off your chest for the longest. You were done being a placeholder. Izuku flushes, embarrassed at having been called out so forwardly. “I- I didn’t want to hurt you.” He stammers. You scoff, “That is a lame excuse. You not only wasted your own, but my time is well. If you didn’t want to be with me, you should have told me, instead keeping up this charade. Have a nice life, Izuku.” You state, leaving him alone in the hall.
Thinking about Bakugou who has been pining over you since halfway thru first year when you absolutely destroyed him in an argument. He is so obsessed with you, everything about you makes him crazy. He doesn’t want to have ‘stupid feelings’ but if they’re for you, he might make an exception.
Thinking about Bakugou who finds out you’re self-conscious about your weight and is utterly baffled, like completely cannot understand bc ur absolutely perfect??? Why would you think anything less??? He can’t stop thinking about you all the time. He could stare at you for hours, committing everything about you to memory.
Thinking about Bakugou who finally works up the courage to ask you out and is so extremely offended when you imply that you didn’t think he would be interested in ‘someone like you’. Bc what does that even mean?? Why should anyone but him decide who he thinks is attractive??? Bakugou strives to be the best in everything and in his mind you are the best so ofc he would make you his partner and how dare you insinuate he would ever settle for less than the best. (which he insist is definitely you)
Thinking about Bakugou who says all of this, and means it, but also deep down feels a terrible sadness that you somehow got the idea, let other people and society itself tell you, that you weren’t good enough; that you weren’t perfect how you are.
Thinking about Bakugou who, from then on, spends every day making sure you know just how obsessed he is with you and how much he loves you.
When you opened your eyes that morning, you were awake instantly. You were so excited about today’s run. You and some of the others were headed to a large department store you hadn’t hit yet.
You’d been stuck in the prison for a week due to the flu. But you had been feeling better the past few days and Rick finally decided to let you go on a run.
Today you felt better than ever. You jumped out of bed and pulled on a fresh pair of jeans and a tank top. You slipped into your boots and gathered all the stuff you may need into your backpack.
You headed out towards the kitchen where Carol was making breakfast. “Goodmorning!” You greeted her, sitting down at one of the tables.
“You sure seem chipper,” Carol said as she offered you a bowl of oatmeal with a warm smile.
You happily took the food and dug in, excited to have your appetite back after not being able to keep anything down for a week.
“I am!” You finally responded to Carol, mouth still full. “I am so excited to get out of here for the day!”
Carol chuckled as she watched you enjoy your breakfast. “Well, I am excited for you.” She smiled, stroking your hair before turning back to make some more breakfast for the others.
“Ya ready?” Rick’s voice cut through the air. You quickly jumped up with excitement.
“Fuck yeah!” You said, “Let’s go!” You could hear Rick giggle as you made your way out the door to the cars.
Once the whole group was outside and the cars were loaded, Rick began his speech, as usual.
“This is a big store,” He started. “Once we get there, I think it’s best to split into groups to cover more ground and get the job done faster.”
The group agreed with him. You looked around to see people already pairing up with each other.
Rick, Michonne, and Carl. Tyreese, Sasha, and Bob. Maggie and Glenn. Some of the others that had come over from Woodberry.
The only two left were you and Daryl. You sighed and rolled your eyes when you saw Rick trying not to smile.
“Guess that leaves you two,” He shrugged. Daryl huffed, annoyed with Rick just as much as you were.
i was lookin' for the one where he's shirtless and dog runs to him but some good arm porn is just as good. lol
"Why are ya hovering, princess?" Daryl grumbles as he works on the truck.
"I just like looking at you," You smile. "Is that a crime?"
"It is with how much you do it. I'm tryna work, baby."
"But I'm sooooo horny!" You whine. "And you look so fucking hot when you're all dirty." You tease as you wedge yourself between him and the truck.
You and Daryl lived at the very edge of Alexandria and you knew no one was around. All you wanted was for him to be inside you.
"Why are ya always horny when we're out in public?" He chuckles.
"We are literally the most hidden house inside of Alexandria." You bite back. "Besides, you fuck me so good we should give people a show."
"You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?" He says through gritted teeth, pulling your hips against him. "Say pretty please..." He mumbled, bringing his lips to your neck.
"Pretty, please, daddy..." You whimper.
Daryl grabbed your ass and lifted you off the ground. You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you inside.
Once inside, Daryl threw you down on the kitchen table and you let out a loud gasp. "You're such a fucking tease," He muttered as he harshly ripped your jeans from your body.
He examined your glistening pussy with a smile. "Always dripping, aren't you, baby?"
"Only for you..." You breathed.
Daryl smiled and shoved two fingers inside you, circling your clit with his thumb.
He admired your juices on his fingers every time he pulled out. The way your slick coated his skin was too much for him.
"Gonna fuck you now, Princess." He said as he unbuckled his belt.
"Yes, please Daryl." You begged.
His pants fell to the floor and his cock sprung out. Tip dripping with pre-cum. He rubbed his tip through your folds and you shuddered as he moved over your clit.
He leaned over, lacing his fingers with yours and pinning your hands over your head as he thrusted into you.
The way your pussy squelched around his cock had you both praying to God.
"I love the way your pussy sucks me in..." Daryl mumbled against your neck. "The way you clench around my cock...mmmmm...."
You were so fucking wet, you could feel your juices dripping down your thighs as Daryl continued to thrust into you.
"Oh my God, Daryl! I'm-I'm gonna-" You could barely get the words out as you squirted all over his stomach. You threw your head back in pleasure as released yourself.
Watching you cum on his cock triggered his own orgasm and you came a second time as you felt him spill his seed into you.
"Mmmmmm," You moaned out, hands gripping the table as Daryl finished slowly inside you.
Daryl exited your body far too quickly for your liking and walked off towards the bathroom. You remained on the table, breathing heavily as you tried to to contain youself.
Daryl brought back a warm wash cloth and wiped the cum from your legs and pussy. "You take me so good, pretty girl." He praised.
You smiled up at him. "Can't walk, daddy." You teased.
Daryl chuckled. He knew you were full of shit but he entertained you anyways. "Come on, Princess, time for you to take nap."
Daryl carried you bridal style to your shared bedroom and tucked you under the covers.
"Be a good girl and I'll come back and cripple you again tonight." He whispered against your temple and you melted at his words. He pressed a quick kiss to your temple before leaving your room to go finish working on the truck.
Summary: After being knocked out on a supply run, the Reader wakes up in the Sanctuary’s infirmary with a worried Negan by her side who’s ready to do whatever he can to comfort her.
Heavy, drumming thumps pounded through your head as your body slowly fought to bring you back to consciousness. Your mind was a cloudy mess, unable to grasp a clear thought which only left you to count on the sensations around you as you drifted out of your blackout.
The last thing you’d felt before everything went black had been the cold, hard ground of the warehouse that had supposed to be full of supplies but instead had turned out to be a hideout for numerous hungry walkers. You could also remember hands grasping you, a familiar deep voice echoing through to you even though you had no idea what it had said.
That was it.
And now, now you could feel something soft and comfortable underneath your drained body and your drumming head, as well as something warm that clasped your right hand, while a stingy feeling had its hold on your left.
It was an odd mix of sensations, soothing and warm on the one side and harsh and painful on the other.
“Doc? Doc, I think she’s waking up”, the familiar voice echoed through to you again, pushing you over the last barrier that kept you in the dark.
Slowly, you opened your eyes, groaning as the bright sunlight dazzled you and kept you from seeing your surroundings clearly for another moment.
“Hey there, Doll”, the voice said, relieved and yet shaky as your eyes finally got used to the light. You could see him right in front of you now, dark shadows underneath his hazel eyes, ruffled strands of hair peaking out of his usually carefully slicked back hair, and lips that were usually drawn into a roguish smirk were now curled into an exhausted but soft smile.
▸ INTRO. reader gets cold and can’t sleep… sesshomaru does something unexpected.
▸ FANDOM. inuyasha
▸ CHARACTERS. sesshomaru x fem!reader
▸ WORD COUNT. 495
▸ RATING. sfw
▸ WARNINGS. none
▸ AUTHOR NOTE. this is my first time writing for sesshomaru ( i already posted it on ao3, if you wanna support it on there too it’d be super appreciated ) so please be kind. english is not my first language, so i apologise for any possible grammatical error. that being said, enjoy your reading !!
it was pretty windy that night, the stars were hidden behind the dark clouds obscuring the sky.
you were curled up against a-un, that was peacefully sleeping by your side.
you were pretty tired; in fact, you were the only one trying to sleep this early. jaken took rin to a little lake, hidden in the forest, while sesshomaru simply sat by a tree, looking at the sky. you wondered what thoughts were currently passing through his head, he always seemed absorbed into his own world.
he rarely spoke to you and rin, jaken was the only one who usually tried to have a conversation with him. no need to say, every little effort from the imp was useless.
you shivered as the cold breeze hit you, you tried to cover yourself better but your kimono wasn’t enough to protect you from the cold weather.
”y/n,” sesshomaru called your name, you turned your head towards him so quick that you felt a bit dizzy. “sesshomaru-sama?” you noticed that he wasn’t even looking at you. “come closer.”
you looked at him, confused by his words. once he noticed you were lingering, he turned to look directly at you. you shivered again, but for the way his eyes locked to yours. he didn’t seemed angry; was it a look of compassion? you pushed that thought away and quickly got up, reached his side and respectfully kneeled, keeping your gaze low.
one of his hands reached and grabbed your cheek. his hand felt warm against your cold and flushed skin, his thumb grazed your slightly parted lips and noticed that it was trembling. “you should have told me you were getting cold,” he let go of your face and made space between his body and the mokomoko, so you could lay by his side.
you simply stared at the space he made for you, thinking it was some kind of his test, to see how you would behave and that stuff. but when you met his gaze you saw none of those intentions, he was inviting you to lay with him indeed.
you moved closer to him and carefully laid by his side, his right arm circled your shoulders and soon you were covered by his fur. you finally found some comfort from the cold. you held back the need to curl up against sesshomaru’s chest and simply closed your eyes.
”sesshomaru-sama?” you murmured after a while, slowly caressing the fur. he didn’t answered, but you knew he was listening because, even if just for a moment, you felt his arm stiffening. “i know what this means to you, i’m sorry for being… like this. i want to thank you, i’m grateful you’re letting me be this close to you and keeping me warm.”
sesshomaru took a moment or two to reply, it was probably one of the first time you actually talked that much with him. you sighed when he finally said, “you should rest, now.”
▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are really appreciated, it would help and keep me motivated. thank you for taking your time to read it <3
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