I wanna be tied up and gagged with a bone shaped gag and have a dom place a vibrator on my tdick and an auto fucker set to high and then tell me they’re leaving and won’t be back for a few hours, but they hope I have fun while they’re gone
being pinned down and spanked on my tdick. owners mad I tried to escape inspection. there is no counting or set number of spanks, owner is teaching me a lesson and won't stop until puppy learns :3
"keep those legs open, or I'll keep you here for another hour."
"stupid fucking mutt."
"look at this, you're so wet. just from being punished huh? you like daddys hand that much?"
"oh but how can I blame you, you're just a slutty, dumb puppy aren't you?"
and once hes finally finished with me he takes out his tcock and rubs it against mine, giving me orgasm after orgasm until I've soaked the sheets with my puppy juices :3
perverts PLEASE come into my asks, I'm begging you 😣
since when does tumblr have so many top trans guys? that's literally so weird? why are you all so sexual? when will you be in my DMs? when will you tell me to shut up and keep gagging on my fingers and then tell me to finger myself until I'm cumming? when will you make me suck your tcocks like I'm a toy made for solely your pleasure?
That gave me idea... Imagine app for free use public sluts. You register as a sub and list your preferences and limits if you have any. You don't get to browse, instead all users registered as doms can see your location on the map and can walk up to you and tell you code word, and then you have to obey them. Maybe they'll sit next to you in a public cafe and grope you under the table, or maybe they will tell you to follow them and fuck you in a public bathroom, or make you masturbate in front of strangers in a park, and you never know...
☆ hot and sexy leon smut! get it while it's hot! ♨️
☆ summary : this literally serves no purpose other than wanting leon kennedy so bad that im willing to fuck the screen.
☆ caution : leon has erectile dysfunction 😋, female reader, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, reader’s age is ambiguous, looot’s of dirty talk.
☆ note : its been a minute since i’ve posted! sorry about that!
leon’s not one to talk much when he’s fucking—but you are. and he both loves and loathes it because: the absolute filth that comes out of that precious little mouth you have makes leon a minute man. admittedly.
now, that’s both good and bad news for you because on one hand, that’s big a confidence boost. making your really hot and sexy man blow his wad in a minute or two? high five. but, on the other hand.. leon isn’t as young as he used to be anymore so, once he’s done? it’s pretty difficult to get his cock hard again. back when he was younger he could go for round after round and his refractory period was little to non existent. now, it takes a little bit more time. and there are just times where he can’t get it up anymore without a little help from a med that rhymes with niagara.
and there’s nothing wrong with that—it still works! but he’s become a little self conscious about it no matter how many times you reassure him that it’s okay. and more often than not, you’ve already gotten yours and! if you haven't, he makes up for it when his mouth. (and he’s so good with his mouth, we talked about this.)
the first time it happened it was so sudden—neither of you registered what had happened until you felt his cock pulsating inside of you and when he pulled out, the milky white that had started to ooze out your cunt onto the sheets pooling under your ass. you’ve never seen him so embarrassed. the tips of his ears all red and he could not for the life of him get himself to look at you in the eye. he got over it eventually.
but, still even today, leon’s not immune to your.. charming way of words.
he brings his hand up to his mouth, lips pursing as his tongue allows a generous bit of spit into his finger tips. you watch him twinkling eyes as he coats what he can onto his shaft. “spread ’er open for me, sweetheart.”
“mm.. fuck..” you gasp a little as your fingers pull back the fatty lips of your cunt, exposing the hardened fat bud peeking shamelessly from beneath the hood. “she’s so wet for you..” your bottom lip gets pressed in between your teeth as you watch him. you have that stare, the one where it looks like you could very well could eat him alive—your (color) irises meeting your lash line leaving nothing but a space of white beneath.
“yeah? how sweet is she.” leon’s cock bobs under its own weight, which is always astonishing in itself because.. his dick is so heavy. his hand comes up, squeezing your lips together while the other strokes his shaft. his gaze is locked in between your legs taking in the sight for what it is, because the pressure from his thumb and pointer push some excess wet slick through your folds. and fuck is it pretty. “got all those naughty pictures you sent me when i was away—drove me crazy. had to jerk a few out.”
“that’s so sexy..“ you reach for him and he obliges almost immediately, leaning down and his forehead rests onto yours. “love when you do stuff like that..” you say shyly.
“i know,” he murmurs, his eyes are on nothing but you as he rubs his cockhead against your folds, pushing so mean against your clit. your hips start to roll, following him in opposite directions while a lazy arm is wrapped around his neck, breath catching at the sensation. “you’re a fuckin’ pervert.”
“i can’t help it..” you whine, the smallest pout pushing at your bottom lip. “look at you.” your fingers wander up to his scruff absentminded, you’re too distracted by him to stop, eyes all wide and adoring. “you’re so handsome.”
“and you talk about me being a charmer,” he chuckles under his breath. “listen to yourself, mama.”
there’s a slow pressure as his cock presses in against your soft, soaking heat. and for a second leon just lets it linger, playing and teasing with it because he knows you can feel every inch of him—length and width. slowly, he starts to give, pushing in deeper little by little as your warmth yields around all eight and a half inches of dick, stretching you out enough to take it in.
“god—i love this cock, baby.” you grit through your teeth as you look down at where you two are connected. “fucks me so good—makes me so fuckin’ stupid.”
“your mouth.. is so filthy.” he says through a breathy laugh. “stupid, huh?” a smile. “gonna be my stupid girl on my cock?”
this part is really on leon because he can’t stay still for too long. he can be greedy himself but honestly he deserves it. his shaft presses in harder now—faster, the heat around it soft and pliant, giving just enough as his cock slides deeper. every inch feels thick and makes you feel so full, your body quite literally wrapping around it and holding him in. you can feel the way it stretches you, you can feel everything throb and shift as your soft folds part around the fattest part. your fingers dig into whatever you can reach, because my god is leon kennedy a whole lot of man. it was overwhelming.
he pins your thighs up against your chest with one hand—god, he’s so strong. it just never fails to make you swoon, like wow. one hand could hold you in place so effortlessly, it makes you feel crazy in a love as consumption way. your legs press into your body, soft and warm against you and the way he keeps you still makes your whole body hum with this dizzy ache.
his grip is firm enough to make you feel held and a little helpless all at once. you can feel the weight of him behind it, every muscle taut, and it’s like your body is wrapped around him and trapped in the best way possible. your thighs press harder into your chest as he fucks you—deeper, carving out a rhythm into your pussy, soft folds and curves squish together under his hand.
your head feels all light and fuzzy, every thought has melted into a soft hazy swirl. every touch, every press, every movement is like this overwhelming wave that makes your knees weak and your chest flutter uncontrollably. you can’t even think straight, your brain turning into a squishy and warm mess where all you know is fuck.. this man makes me feel good.
heat blooms through you in slow stretching waves, making your fingers tremble and your hands clench at whatever’s beneath them. your chest rises and falls faster than your thoughts can keep up with, every nerve screaming and humming at once, and it makes your vision go a little, the world itself has melted into soft spinning warmth at this point.
“i love how you make my pussy feel—oh my god—this fucking cock is so good. want you to make me cum all day, all day, all day-! never stop fucking me, leon please!” you’re babbling at this point, and leon—well, leon is fighting for his life inside of this pussy.
his jaw tightens, teeth clenched, “christ—” it drags out of him low and irritated, more exhale than word as his grip tightens just a fraction to ground himself. his head dips, eyes shut as he pounds into your hole, voice thick with restraint.
“buttercup—” he breathes it out. the word’s caught between his throat and he doesn’t have the patience for it at all. the nickname softer than anything else about him right now, completely at odds with the tension winding through his body. his teeth grit again before he forces the rest out,
“need you to be good ’nd just—” he cuts himself off for half a second, fighting for control before he finishes it through his teeth, quieter, “shut up.”
“fuck, ’m gonna cum! ’m gonna cum—!” you whine, your hips bucking upwards as your high starts to unravel.
“i know, can feel it..” he breathes, cock starting to falter in its pacing. “gonna make me cum..”
it hits him all at once, dragging a rough sound out of his chest as his whole body tenses through it. his grip tightens without thinking, fingers digging into your supple flesh as he rides it out, breath coming in short and uneven bursts because he can’t catch it fast enough. he’s filling you up—pumping your pussy full of his cum.
his head pulls back, jaw clenched and nose scrunched as a strained exhale pushes past his lips. it’s too much and not enough at the same time, leaving him wound tight even as it starts to fade, because his body doesn’t know how to settle back down from it. physically, he’s tired. but mentally? he wants to keep fucking into you until he’s cumming again and again. good pussy will do that to a man.
he swallows hard, chest still rising and falling a little too fast, grip loosening just slightly. but it’s all still there—that tingly heat from an orgasm. its under his skin, in the way his muscles stay tense, in his breathing, in how he doesn’t quite pull out of you away right away.
you tilt your head up to look at him, eyes all bright and a little dazed, but there’s that tiny knowing spark sitting there as your lips curl into this soft, mischievous smile.
your teeth catch your bottom lip again, biting down a giggle. your fingers barely shift where they rest against him—light, absentminded, you’re still a little floaty from your high.
“welcome back, space cadet,” you murmur, voice soft and a little smug. you know you’ve got him a little out of it, and frankly.. you’re enjoying every second of it. “enjoy your time on neptune?”
“you’re funny.” he says, unamused but there’s no real heat behind it. he pulls out of you slowly. “don’t think i forgot about—” he starts to mock your moans.
Listen… I know this is fem reader but when it comes to my faves like Leon or Joel—if smut is involved so am I!😁 but this gets my stamp of lore accuracy for me which not all self inserts get from me!!
Don't think I didn't notice the way you're grinding your little tdick into the mattress right now, you thought you could get away with that haha? Yeahhhhh no. I notice everything actually, all the times you've been so fucking desperate for any sort of friction on your that aching crotch of yours :// awwww that must be so fucking difficult for you, yeah? is it? Soooo hard for you to resist rutting into any surface you can come across, so hard to function with that insatiable heat between your legs. Are you crying? Sorry, am i too mean? :-( am I hurting your feelings buddy?? Or am i just making your stupid little dick twitch more?? aww are you gonna cum? are you gonna cum boy? good boyyyyy ! cumming over fucking nothing like a little bitch? I'm not surprised
Everybody’s open minded until I say we should go roughhouse and roll around at the dog park at 2 am and whoever gets hard first loses and suddenly I’m weird :/
Everybody’s open minded untill i say hey let’s get high and go to the mall and pick out eachother a pair of panties as a joke and then go home and try them on as a joke and then suddenly I’m a pervert?
when a guy stretches and their shirt rides up a little so you can see their happy trail. they groan as they stretch. okayyy let me fuck you then slut damn
⚠︎inspired by Build-A-Bear,( just FYI, as a trans guy, I'm ashamed because I don't know anything about transitioning. I have not transitioned yet. I did all the research years back, but I forgot about it.) Manipulative Hannibal, cannibalism obv⚠︎
☢︎︎minors and girls do not interact☢︎︎
☞︎︎︎Hannibal is feeling playful, and one of his patients is the perfect doll for his needs.☜︎︎︎
✍︎ 5005
Hannibal always saw his actions as a form of art.
Whether it was murder or what he cooked.
But recently, he's been feeling more playful.
He has a new client. His name is Y/n. Not legally, but it's what his name should legally be.
Something about his client screams, "Choose me."
Hannibal has grown obsessed with him. With the way his client thinks.
How the client wishes all bad things towards himself so he could get surgeries without needing permission from his gender-afirming care.
He wants to do it himself.
Just the fact that the thoughts of Y/n wishing to have breast cancer so he could be rid of his breasts makes Hannibal want to do the surgery himself. At least the meat wouldn't be wasted afterwards.
He wants to do many things with y/n. So many horrible, disgusting, perverted things.
Hannibal does not have a trans man fetish. No, he'd never stoop so low to fetishize someone's discomfort of life.
He wants y/n just the way he is.
He respects his life and choice. But he's just so perfect for his playful feels.
He wants him like this.
Like a doll waiting to be made.
Y/n has only recently started his therapy. Both sexual therapy and normal therapy with Hannibal.
He's been closeted for a long time, and now he has finally gained the courage to come out and start his new life journey. However, it has not been going well. He can't seem to find the right therapists.
Every sexologist he's been with has not respected him and how boundaries whatsoever. It wasn't until he met Hannibal that he finally found one who respects it all.
But after he's been going to Hannibal's for months now, he's found himself reading about all his past psychiatrists either gone missing or being found gutted and formed into some gruesome art by the FBI.
He didn't focus on it much, though. He was happy with Dr Lecter. And he trusted that he'd help him achieve the life he wanted. Well, he believes he'll help him at least halfway there if not all the way.
Dr. Lecter has already shown more support than his whole family and list of psychiatrists, so.
Which is why he's always so excited when he comes to his office. Y/n feels like Dr Lecter is the only one who actually hears him.
Just like today.
Hannibal could practically smell Y/n's excitement from behind the door. If he's being honest, he's also excited.
His plan of wooing y/n into his trap is going too smoothly.
He knows today is Y/n's birthday, and something tells him Y/n will ask him to join him for dinner.
He opened the door and smiled. "Y/n," He greeted, "Come in." He stepped aside and watched the other man walk in.
Y/n didn't immediately take a seat. He was searching through his bag. His back was facing Hannibal, so he couldn't see the way the doctor's eyes trailed over his body.
"Why won't you sit down, y/n?" Hannibal questioned as he walked towards his own chair.
Y/n shook his head. "No, first I want to give you something..." He said as he continued to search. "I just don't know where I put it." He sighed.
"Give me something?" Hannibal raised an eyebrow and stood next to y/n. He looked over his shoulder. "It's your birthday, y/n, not mine." He chuckled and sat down.
The client smiled as he briefly looked at Dr Lecter. Clearly, the fact that Hannibal remembers his birthday is special to him. He finally found what he wanted and faced the doctor.
"Here," He said as he handed a small envelope to him.
Hannibal accepted it and gently opened it. Inside was a handmade birthday party invite. There were silly little doodles of culinary dishes, addresses, time, and date.
"Y/n," He started as he looked over the paper, "an invite for your birthday party is not something I'm allowed to accept." He said as he looked at his patient.
He saw how y/n's face fell, but the smile stayed, though it was forced this time. "That's alright... It was worth a try..." He said and sat down.
Y/n stared at his hands and picked at his skin. "Honestly, I didn't expect a yes..." He confessed.
Hannibal hates to admit it, but he feels his heart clench. He studied Y/n's mood and behavior. "How many people have you given this to?"
"Just you..." Y/n confessed.
"Why?" Dr Lecter asked as he tucked the invite into his inner breast pocket.
"I don't really want to hang out with my family right now... And my friends are out of town..." Y/n sighed.
"You don't want to be alone." Dr Lecter stated.
The client nodded.
Hannibal looked over his miserable client. He wants to toy with him a little longer, but his greed and desire are far too strong to hold back.
"I'll see what I can do, y/n," Hannibal stated and crossed his legs. Y/n looked at him with hope. He gave a nod and sat up straighter. "Alright."
"So, let's begin our session, shall we?" Dr Lecter hummed as he grabbed his pad.
Two days passed, and it's the time of Y/n's so-called birthday party.
Hannibal is currently at a wine shop, buying the best wine known to man. He checked his watch as he waited for the worker to bring the bottle.
There's still time.
He'd be lying if he wasn't considering coming late to y/n's party. Just to toy with him. But he's never late. That would only damage his reputation.
He paid for the bottle and went to his car. He should get something more for y/n. Something big. He drives towards the mall as he ponders what to get for y/n.
His plan is to woo him, possibly sleep with him. He just wants to win him. Claim him.
A thoughtful gift may make his plan easier.
He thought back on what y/n talked about, what he's always wanted, or something he wants now.
He knew just the thing.
He b lined for the right store and bought what he needed. He rechecked his watch. Perfect timing. The drive to y/n's place will take five minutes, and he'll be right on time.
He paid and left.
In his car, he carefully packed and prepared the gift before he drove out.
As he parked the car, he looked over y/n's place. It looks empty. Maybe y/n fell asleep.
He got out and walked towards the door. He gently knocked. He heard a soft thud from inside. He raised an eyebrow as he wondered what had just happened.
The door swung open, and there stood y/n in the most baggy clothes possible, hair messy, and eyes wide. He seemed shocked and unprepared. Was he not expecting Hannibal to come?
"Doctor Lecter!" Y/n almost squealed in surprise. He cleared his throat and straightened up. "You came." He said with excitement. He was smiling from ear to ear. He couldn't suppress it.
Hannibal smiled. "You didn't expect me to arrive." He stated as he took in his client's reaction.
Y/n rubbed the back of his neck and stepped aside to let the doctor in. "Honestly... No... I did not." He chuckled nervously.
Hannibal walked in and took his shoes off. He noted y/n 's appearance. The lack of his binding, the way he was dressed for comfort and not for show.
"Well, it's a surprise then," Hannibal joked as he admired the man before him.
Y/n smiled and looked down. He offered his doctor some slippers before he led him to the kitchen. "Would you like a drink?" He asked.
"Oh! Yes, I actually brought wine." Hannibal said as he set down his bag. He pulled out the expensive bottle. Y/n's eyes widened. "Whoa, Dr Lecter, that's..." he gulped as he took in how pricey it looked. "Please, call me Hannibal. We're outside of the office." He said with a smile as he held out the bottle.
The shorter man nodded and grabbed the bottle. He set it on the counter and looked for his wine opener.
"Where do you have glassware?" Hannibal asked. "Top cupboard on the left," Y/n said as he searched his drawers.
Hannibal walked towards the cupboard and looked for wine glasses.
They both found what they were looking for.
As Hannibal watched his patient open the vine, he realised the sweet smell surrounding them.
"Were you cooking something? It smells delicious." Hannibal said as he looked around.
"Oh, yeah, I was trying some freestyle honey beef stir fry. Would you like some? It's still fresh and hot. Actually, I finished right before you arrived, so even I didn't get a taste..." Y/n rambled as he poured the wine.
"I'd love to." Hannibal smiled. "After all, I did expect food after those adorable scribbles on your invite." He teased as he helped set the table.
Y/n chuckled. "Right, yeah." He pulled out two plates and put rice and the beef on them.
Hannibal put the glasses of wine on the table, and y/m brought the plates.
He pulled out a chair for y/n and smiled. The other man softly blushed and quietly thanked him before sitting down. Hannibal pushed him in and sat down opposite him. "Bon apetit." He said as he grabbed a fork.
Y/n watched for his reaction. He was nervous. He knows that his psychiatrist is an amazing chef and has intense chef opinions. Which is why he's nervous about his reaction.
"Y/n... This is delicious." Hannibal murmured. Sure, it wasn't the best he's had, but it was better than he had expected.
Y/n visibly relaxed and smiled again. "Thank you." He thanked and tasted his food as well.
They ate in silence.
Hannibal quietly observed the man as they ate.
Y/n was oblivious. He was just happily eating.
"Oh, y/n. I wanted to invite you to my dinner party that's happening tomorrow. I'd love to cook for you." Hannibal said as he remembered his schedule.
Y/n's eyes widened as he looked at the psychiatrist. "Whoa, that sounds fancy..." He cleared his throat.
"No need to worry, y/n, there won't be many people," Hannibal reassured. "You can count it as one of the birthday gifts." He added.
"One?" Y/n frowned.
Hannibal nodded. "Yes, I have one more gift for you." He said as he reached into his bag. He pulled out the wrapped box and handed it towards y/n.
He could see how y/n's eyes widened even more, but this time they were filled with gratitude.
Y/n grabbed the gift and looked over it at first. He didn't want to open it just yet, even though he was very eager. He wanted to savour the fact that Hannibal even gave him something.
He started to open it. His eyes widened when they landed on the prize inside it.
He looked at Hannibal. He didn't know what to say. "You didn't have to get me this..." He whispered. He was on the verge of crying. He looked at the box again and opened it.
"I know how much you wanted it. I decided to buy it for you." Hannibal said with a smile as he watched y/n.
Y/n doesn't know what got into him, but he leaned over and kissed the doctor without a second thought.
Hannibal didn't hesitate and returned the kiss. In fact, he gently cupped y/n's cheek and deepened it.
Things took a turn, and they found themselves in y/n's bedroom.
Hannibal was gentle when it came to touching the man. He took his time undressing him, and he took his time to learn his weak spots.
This was the first time Y/n hadn't felt ashamed or uncomfortable during sex.
It seems that Hannibal's plan is working just right.
During the night, Hannibal took this opportunity to go and kill tomorrow's meal. He could use Y/n as his alibi if he needed to.
By the morning, he was back in y/n's bed, happily asleep.
Y/n was the first to wake up. He looked at the sleeping doctor in his bed and rethought last night.
Was this just a one-time thing? Was this more tho Hannibal then just a hook up?
Y/n shook his head and sat up. He sat at the edge of the bed and stared at the floor. He feels good. He never felt good after sex.
As he's about to stand up, Hannibal grabs his wrist and pulls him back in bed.
He laughed but didn't fight the pull. He landed with a soft grunt and rolled to face his psychiatrist with a smile.
Hannibal smiled tiredly. He cupped y/n's cheek and softly caressed it. "Good morning." He greeted.
His morning voice made y/n's abdomen tingle. He couldn't help but smile. Instead of greeting him, he leaned over and kissed him sheepishly.
Hannibal hummed and returned the kiss.
"I'm gonna have to leave soon so I can prepare my house," Hannibal murmured before kissing the man again.
Y/n pouted. He looked over Hannibal's face. "When should I get there?" He asked as he traced Hannibal's chest.
Hannibal hummed again. He admired y/n's face before answering. "The party starts at seven."
So at seven it started.
Y/n came a little late because he wasn't satisfied with his outfit and didn't think he passed well enough. But he's here now, standing in front of Hannibal's front door as he rings the bell.
He took a deep breath to calm down.
The door finally opened. Hannibal stood there, dressed in one of his usual fancy suits, his face lit up with a smile when his eyes landed on y/n.
"Y/n! Come in." He stepped aside and watched the shorter man walk in.
Y/n walked in and looked around.
"Follow me," Hannibal said as he led y/n toward the living room.
Y/n noted all the spacious rooms and the number of guests and butlers in them.
"Butlers?" Y/n questioned aloud. Hannibal nodded. "Yes, I hire them for every party." He explained as he grabbed two pints of champagne from one of the butlers and handed one to y/n.
Y/n took it with a soft thank you. He sipped it and looked around.
"You do this often, huh?" He asked as he looked at the former doctor.
Hannibal nodded and sipped his own drink. "Well, it has been a while, but yeah."
Y/n looked around again. "Are these people your friends?"
"Some of them," Hannibal confirmed. "Come, I'll introduce you. Don't worry, soon I'll stuff you with food you've never had before." Hannibal joked.
And stuff him he did. Just like he did with every other guest. There wasn't a single spec left on anyone's plate.
Hell, some were even asking for more. But the party was coming to an end. There were a couple of people left, and y/n was starting to feel like he had overstayed his welcome, so he looked for Hannibal to say goodbye.
He found him in the kitchen working on something. "Hannibal," Y/n called out as he admired the man.
Hannibal looked at y/n. "Yes?"
"I'm going home, it's getting late." He informed.
"Y/n, no, stay." Hannibal quickly pleaded as he walked around the kitchen island so he could grab y/n's hands. "Stay the night. Just you and me." He whispered.
Y/n's eyes widened. "Really?" He asked.
The doctor nodded. "Yes, I meant to ask you earlier, but I forgot."
"Alright then. If you lend me some sleeping clothes." Y/n smiled.
The house was empty. It was just Y/n and Hannibal left.
Currently, Y/n was standing in the dining room, looking out the glass doors that showed Hannibal's garden, as he waited for Hannibal to bring a fresh bottle of wine.
"What did you think of the food, Y/n?" Hannibal's voice caught Y/n off guard. He turned around and looked at the man already pouring the wine.
"It was phenomenal," Y/n complimented. "I've never tasted anything so delicious in my life." He added.
Hannibal smiled and walked up with the wine. He handed him his glass. "Thank you, y/n."
Y/n sipped the wine. "You really are talented when it comes to food." He said. However, a thought had crossed his mind.
"What meat did you use?" He asked as he looked out the window again. He saw Hannibal's reflection looking at him as if he had just asked something dangerous.
"Liver and ground beef," Hannibal said as he watched Y/n closely. Of course, he couldn't say it was a human liver.
"You're the only person who had me eat liver and not hate it." Y/n chuckled and sipped his wine. He felt off about that liver. He was never a fan of animal liver. Which is why he's trying to figure out whose liver this was, because it did not taste like an animal.
Hannibal set down his glass and walked up behind y/n. He wrapped his arms around the man's hips and pulled him against his chest.
Y/n closed his eyes and enjoyed the embrace.
"Mmm... You really did stuff me, though." Y/n chuckled as he patted his belly playfully. Hannibal smiled with satisfaction. "Good." He murmured before kissing y/n's neck.
His hands traced over Y/n's front. He traced the hem of his shirt.
"You are such a beautiful doll, y/n." The psychiatrist murmured as he traced the shell of y/n's ear with his lips. Y/n shuddered when he felt Hannibal's breath on his ear.
"Doll?" Y/n gulped. He wasn't sure what to think of it.
Yes, y/n, a doll. A perfect doll just for me. For me to play with.
"Would you like some dessert?" Hannibal changed the subject as he peppered kissed over y/n's neck.
Y/n hummed. "Just a little." He agreed.
The psychiatrist nodded and walked back to the kitchen. He came back with two hand-sized cups of homemade Panna Cotta. "Something refreshing." He said as he handed one to Y/n.
Y/n smiled and grabbed one of the spoons Hannibal held. He took a spoonful and hummed at the cold texture on his tongue.
"You'll spoil me with all these delicacies." He teased.
Hannibal grinned and ate as well. He watched y/n eat without a break. He needed to make sure y/n ate it all. If he won't, the sedative won't work well enough.
"Come, let's sit on the couch." He offered and let Y/n go towards the living room.
Y/n happily followed. They sat down, and Hannibal pulled him closer.
They continued to eat their desserts while listening to the gramophone in the background.
Y/n started to feel drowsy. He lazily licked the spoon as he stared into his cup. He's almost done. He can finish it.
He lazily scooped up more of the gelatinous delicacy.
Hannibal watched him knowingly. He was long done with his dessert. The empty cup is sitting on the coffee table. He's just tracing Y/n's bicep as he waits for him to fall asleep.
It took some time for Y/n to finish the rest, given how slow he was moving, but he did. Hannibal gently took the spoon and the empty cup and set them on the coffee table as well.
"You seem tired." He stated as he pulled y/n onto his side more.
Y/n hummed and closed his eyes. He got comfortable. "I'm tired." He murmured.
Hannibal nodded and caressed the man's hair. "Rest, I'll carry you to bed." He reassured.
Y/n fell asleep without a fight. He didn't even dream. He didn't feel a single thing.
He felt like he just closed his eyes when he woke up. He'd be questioning if he even was asleep if he wasn't in agonising pain.
He tried to move, but his body ached in protest.
He let out a soft whimper and blinked multiple times to rid himself of the fogginess and tiredness. His eyes stayed squinted as he wasn't used to the brightness of the room just yet. He did his best to look around and process the situation.
He was in Hannibal's bedroom. The curtains were closed to minimize the sunlight, and the gramophone was still playing, but this time it was a different album.
Y/n looked at the clock and noticed it was almost two in the afternoon. He panicked and tried to sit up again. His chest hurt so badly.
He felt tears well in his eyes at the immense pain. He whimpered and looked down. His chest was professionally bandaged. There was an IV bag connected to his arm, and some draining tubes resting by his side that were connected to his chest. He lifted his trembling hands and slightly touched his chest.
His head was spinning. He didn't know what to think of this. Was this a dream? Was this real?
He hiccuped and tried to sit up.
Just as he started to move, the bedroom door opened and in walked Hannibal with a tray of food.
Hannibal noticed Y/n's distressed moves and quickly put the tray on his desk. He quickly walked towards the man. "No, no, y/n, you shouldn't move." He said as he helped y/n lean against the headboard.
Y/n looked at Hannibal with crocodile tears. "What is this, Hannibal?" He rasped out. He could barely fathom this pain, let alone talk through it.
He had no strength to fight, to argue, to move. All he could do was watch Hannibal bring the stray and set it on his lap.
"Are you hurting, y/n?" Hannibal asked as he reached for a small vial and syringe that were on the tray.
Y/n's eyes widened with panic. "What is that?" He asked as he watched his psychiatrist fill the syringe with fear.
Hannibal moved slowly, as if he didn't want to frighten his precious doll more than he already was.
He grabbed y/n's weakened arm and looked for his vein. Y/n whimpered a soft sob. "Shhh..." Hannibal cooed. "It's for the pain." He reassured.
Y/n shut his eyes tightly as the needle went in. His body is so sore that even the feeling he's used to the most hurts.
Once that's done, Hannibal threw out the syringe. He gently massaged the arm he was holding. "The pain will fade soon." He reassured again.
He looked over y/n's frightened face.
"I gave you a top surgery." He bluntly explained. He could see the wheel turning in y/n's head.
Hannibal reached for the spoon and soup on the tray. "Here, eat while it's still hot." He said as he raised the full spoon toward Y/n's lips.
Y/n was visibly trembling. He was watching every move Hannibal made like a hawk. He wasn't sure if he should trust the food anymore, but his stomach growled louder than any thought he currently had.
He forced his mouth open and allowed the former doctor to feed him.
Neither of them talked. Y/n just ate in silence, but his eyes never left Hannibal.
"I won't hurt you, y/n. You can relax. You'll only make yourself sick." The former doctor reassured as he fed his doll.
Y/n forced his eyes away. He stared at the bowl of soup instead. "Why did you do this?" He whispered.
Hannibal set down the spoon and placed his hands on his lap. "Because I wanted to." He replied bluntly. He looked over y/nl's bandaged chest before looking into his eyes.
"I knew you wanted the surgery, but you can't afford it from your pocket. And I've been craving good breast meat." Hannibal explained as he leaned back.
Y/n's eyes widened, and his heart dropped. "Craving?" He croaked out.
Hannibal nodded. "Yes, craving. And yours will make a delicious meal." He said as he stood up. "You're just a perfect doll, y/n. I just made you better. I made you worth more." As he was talking, he ran his fingers over y/n's chin. "I won't hurt you. You have my word." He lied.
"So what, you'll fluff me into being okay with this?" Y/n asked as he shifted in discomfort. He liked Hannibal. All of this is making him feel horrible and disgusted about allowing himself to open up to him. "Will you sleep with me again just to make me believe you actually like me?" He scoffed.
"No. You should avoid any serious movement that could rip your stitches for the next eight weeks, minimum." Hannibal said matter-of-factly.
Y/n looked at him with disbelief. Is he actually worried about his stitches popping? He looks away.
"Eat. You were asleep for a long time." Hannibal ordered before leaving.
Y/n looked at the food tray. There was actually a lot of food besides the soup. It all looked so delicious. He checked if there was any meat involved before eating.
Y/n stayed at Hannibal's house for the eight weeks. He was allowed to leave and go to his own home, but who would help him there? What if he needed the mug on the highest shelf? What if he wanted to shower? What if he wanted to change?
So he stayed, because Hannibal helped.
Because Hannibal took care of him.
Because Hannibal helped him shower.
Because Hannibal fed him.
Because Hannibal gave him massages.
Because Hannibal brought him fresh vials of testosterone.
Because Hannibal helped his pain.
Because Hannibal.
"Hannibal."
Y/n took a deep breath as he waited for the former doctor to come.
He was sitting on the bed as he waited. He was still horribly sore and in severe pain. He didn't have any painkillers today yet, so he's practically drained of his energy.
The bedroom door opened, and in walked Hannibal, who was wearing his home clothes.
It'd be a lie if y/n denied that he's staring. He has grown incredibly fond of seeing Hannibal in sweaters and pajama pants.
He shamelessly looked over his body.
"What is it y/n?" Hannibal asked with a sickeningly sweet voice. He knows y/n loves seeing him in this sweater. That's why he started to wear it more often.
He as well looked over the other's body. Y/n was currently only in his boxers because he was running hot as he was sleeping, and the clothes made him feel worse.
"Dress me...?" Y/n pleaded quietly as he looked up at the cannibal.
Hannibal smiled. "Of course." He walked towards his closet and chose some comfortable pajamas. He lets y/n wear his clothes because they're bigger on him and make him feel more relaxed. More dafe. But especially, he's marking y/n as his.
Y/n stayed on the bed.
Hannibal always chose what y/n would wear. Like a doll, he gets to dress him and style him as he pleases.
"Oh, y/n, I meant to tell you," Hannibal started as he walked towards the man. He kneeled down and gently dressed him in the pajama pants. "I managed to get you permission to legally change your name."
Y/n's eyes widened. "What? But-" He paused as he processed. At this point, he doesn't bother questioning Hannibal's ways. How has he managed to skip over the court necesities and get it done?
"Now we just have to update all your records." Hannibal grinned.
Y/n wanted to cry. He had everything he ever wanted, but at what cost? The cost of growing Stockholm syndrome, maybe.
Without a second thought, he reached out and pulled the cannibal into a kiss full of gratitude.
Hannibal didn't hesitate to return it. He gently grasped y/n's knees as he leaned up into the kiss. "You kiss me so beautifully." He murmured. "No doll kisses better." He added before standing up so he could dress y/n in the shirt.
Y/n closed his eyes as he let the cannibal dress him like he would a doll. "When will we go take care of my records, then?" He asked.
Hannibal let out a soft hum. "Tomorrow. Everyone should be open tomorrow." He offered and kneeled again so he could easily look into y/n's eyes.
Y/n nodded and looked over Hannibal's face.
"I don't know how to feel... Hannibal..." He whispered. "I should hate you... But you do so much for me..." His voice started to tremble.
The psychiatrist reached up and softly grasped Y/n's cheek. He kissed his eyelid. "It's okay. You have the right to hate me." He reassured. "Just because I changed your life doesn't mean I fixed what I done."
Y/n sniffled and looked over Hannibal's face. He hates how Hannibal keeps telling him that it's okay to hate him, even though all the good stuff he had done. He's falling for his guilt trip, and he knows it.
"You gave me my name..." He whispered as his eyes teared up. The moment Hannibal's hand grasped his cheek, he let out a sob.
Hannibal wrapped his arms around him. He held him against his chest as he cooed quietly into his ear.
Y/n clung to him as he let it all out.
"Shhh... It's alright." Hannibal whispered.
It's safe to say that y/n felt more loved by Hannibal that day than he has by his family in years.
The next day was a tiring one.
Going from office to office because one was full and one was closed.
Honestly, it was extremely tiring for y/n. Not to mention that some of the workers they talked to today were horribly homophobic and transphobic. Why do these people even get jobs in places like these?
They were halfway done with the arrands but y/n needed a break.
Y/n turedly grasped Hannibal's hand and stopped him from getting out of the car.
Hannibal looked at him with worry.
"What's wrong?" The cannibal asked. Y/n looked at him and sighed. "I'm tired... I need a break." He explained.
The cannibal nodded and turned off the engine. "Would you like to stay here or should we go back home? We can continue tomorrow." Hannibal suggested as he looked over his doll.
Y/n thought about it as he looked at the building. They still have a lot to do. It can be done tomorrow.
He gave a soft nod and looked at his psychiatrist again. "Take me home."
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