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purplerain85 · 2 years

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Love Hurts

Paring: Happy Lowman x Reader

Thank you to @yourwonkywriter for reading this before hand

Warning: Extreme heartbreak, OC death (no graphic details but there is mention of blood), Hurt/then angry revengeful Happy.

Summary: someone from Happy’s pass has come back for retaliation and Y/N just happens to be the one that gets caught alone at their house. Based on Love Hurts by Nazareth. Chibbs, Tig, and Bobby, Jax, Gemma make an appearance.

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A/N: I honestly have no idea where this idea came from and I wanna apologize now.

Happy was standing at the bar with Gemma and the boy when Chibbs phone rang and it showed Y/N Chibbs laughs and says “Y/N drunk dial me again?” Poking fun at Happy who makes a face and says “it was a misdial, don’t get to excited” Chibbs answers and put it on speaker and the gut wrenching scream that came though the speaker put everyone on high “ HAAAPPPY!! HELP! Fuck you! Ow ow Ow! Snake 🐍 tattoo neck!” Then the phone goes silent

Gemma screams “GO! I’ll call Unser!” Happy instantly regretted driving the van to the shop he knew Jax, Chibbs, Tig, Bobby would get there first, which made he fell a little at easy but then the Snake Tattoo comment made him remember something.

The boys pull up to Happy and Y/N’s house and the door was kicked in. Jax tells Tig to keep and eye out for Happy and keep him outside until they know what is happening. And tells Chibbs to check out back and takes Bobby in the front with him. They make their way to the front door and sees all the blood Jax calls out “Y/N!!!!” Bobby notices here first between the bedroom and the hall and instantly goes to her. She is barely hanging on and starts to fight off Bobby until she recognizes his voice “Y/N calm down and try to tell me what you remember? I know Happy taught you how to remember certain things?” At the mention of Happy’s name you start to hyperventilate and say “don’t wanna leave him!” Bobby lies to you “you are not going to leave him but I need you to tell me what you remember!” just as Chibbs joins Jax and Bobby and says “Jesus”

She says “snake tattoo, light skin something about payback and how I will do for it. Combat boots.” Y/N is starting to choke on her blood and coughs Bobby who is holding as best as he can and to make her as comfortable as he can he looks at Jax and Chibbs and shakes his head signalling that you are not going to make it. He says “you did good darling”. Y/N say tell Ha-ha-ppy that I love him with everything I had and I don’t blame him and not to blame himself.” With that she is gone.

Just then they hear the van coming up the street and Chibbs says “I got happy! Tig will need help keeping him out” Chibbs walks out the front door to Tig and tells him “she’s dead and we have to keep him out or he is going to lose his shit” tig say “oh fuck! how the fuck are we going to do that he is crazy about the woman and if need be he will shot us!” Chibbs says “I will figure out what to tell him but if need to we will fight him if we need to.”

Happy pulls up and hopes out only to be stopped by Tig and Chibbs and Chibbs tells him “you don’t wanna go in there, you don’t wanna remember her like that brother” Happy looks at him confused for half a second and says “no! No she’s not” just then Gemma pulls up with Mercer and comes up to Happy, Tig and Chibbs and says “what happened?” Jax and Bobby walk out the front both are visibly upset Jax is crying and Bobby is covered in blood. Gemma says “Happy I am so sorry I don’t even know what to say”. Happy attempts to make charge to the house and it takes everyone to keep him out and Chibbs “saying you don’t wanna see her like that! I will be haunted how I saw her!”

Bobby says “she told me to tell you that she loves you and she doesn’t blame you!” Happy never being a man of many emotions is full on crying over the first woman besides his mother that he truly loved and he knows it’s his fault regardless of what Y/N says. He looks at Bobby and says “what else did she say?” Bobby looks at him “we need to deal with this before we deal with that person, we have to give her some peace and once she is laid to rest we will revisit what we are dealing with”

Jax looks and Unser “get the coroner here and make sure she is treated properly she is not to go to Skeeter or we will have another body, I also hope you know we will be dealing with this together and the moment we notice you are not making any progress we will take over from you cause you know if we don’t Happy will go rogue and will kill everything he thinks is blocking his way to this person.” Unser says “figured that was how it was going to play out. Tell happy that I am sorry for his loss.”

Five days later

The guys, Gemma and the crow eaters had gotten Happy’s place cleaned even though he hasn’t been back there and probably will sell or set it on fire he know he would never go back there. Two days after Y/N murder Happy finally got to see her and get his goodbye he was grateful that Chibbs stopped him from going in the house see her in the morgue was hard enough for him and he isn’t even sure he has ever cried this much the 6 year he got with her didn’t seem long enough he wanted to marry her and have babies with her but someone took that from him.

Now five days later is was her funeral, Gemma took over cause Happy was to depressed and couldn’t even talk about flowers let alone caskets. Gemma went all out for the funeral and found the perfect spot in the graveyard after she will be cremated where Happy could visit Y/N alone it was under a Willow tree where the tree will always shade and protect them. She made sure she was going to be buried in her favourite dress. She found a crematorium two hours away who was willing to do it for her. She got the flowers set up and even though Gemma thought it was best not too Happy wanted an open casket he didn’t want to say his final goodbyes to a lid.

Just before the funeral Bobby called a meeting so he could tell everyone what Y/N said “snake tattoo, light skin something about payback and how I will do for it. Combat boots.” Jax ask “Happy does that sound familiar?” Happy nodded “I know who it is he blames me for his brothers overdose but I was just with the drug dealer who sold him the drugs and Tyler was killed in another drug deal about 10 years ago I figured that was that but I guess I was wrong and completely let my guard down and Y/N paid the price” Chibbs “where do we find this fucker? Cause I think I can speak for everyone and say we need to find him and torture him tell he is dead!” Happy says “no this is my fight and it’s something I cannot drag you guys in”

Tig says “no offence Brother a little late for that! We are all affected by this not just you we are all hurting and there is a lot less light around this place now that Y/N is dead so again where do we find him?” Happy looks at everyone and for the first time sees how hurt his brothers are and feels even more pain and says “we will look for him after we put Y/N to rest as I know someone who will probably know. And if they won’t there will be a lot more Happy faces added”

There wasn’t a dry eye in the church the song Gemma picked was Y/N favourite song 🎵 You are my Sunshine by Music Travel Love🎵 which was a Johnny Cash cover it made everyone cry even more. Jax, Happy, Chibbs and Bobby made the drive up to the crematorium was quiet and mournful as they made their way there more and more charters joined to make sure they got there and it was then how much Happy realized Y/N touched everyone and it broke him even more and all he could think “Revenge!! I will show you Revenge!! I will take every single person he knows out so he knows I am coming and he will have nowhere to hide and plans to make his death even more painful then he made Y/N death.”

At the crematorium John was waiting for them to show up he closed early and made sure no one would be there but the small party that was showing up well that was what he was expecting he didn’t except over 60 bikers to show up with a van. Jax got out and greeted John and said they were expected here and John said “I wasn’t expecting so many people just a couple people.” Jax said “only the ones in the van who were going in, thank you for doing this for us” they got Y/N out from the back of the van and loaded her into the fire pit. John showed them how to work it and left them to have their final farewell.

After they said their goodbyes they left Happy alone he whispered to her “I am so very sorry this happened to you and I should have know better to let you get involved with me. I am so happy I got to love you with every ounce of my being even though I never deserved you or your heart. I will make this right even though it will never bring you back I promise never to go to your grave tell I get him. I love you so much Y/N I always will tell I can be with you again” he wiped his face pushed the table in closed the door and turned the fire one and stood there watching for what seemed like forever. He would make sure he told John that he would want some of your ashes for a tattoo and for ring he was going to get made.

16 months later

20 bodies later and 20 kills later they finally found him and it took him 8 days for his body to finally give out with the tranquilizers and other pills that Tig was able to get his hands on. Happy felt a little more at peace knowing he was gone.

He got a ring made with your ashes made and he always wears it on his ring finger. Today he got the tattoo he designed for Y/N to have your ashes added in with the ink. It was put over his heart with the saying “You are my Sunshine” with your favourite flowers.

He visits your gave almost every day now.

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voxmortuus · 2 years

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Hello. I hope that you are doing well. These past few weeks have been extremely stressful for me, so I was hoping, if it is okay with you, that I could please request something.

Peaky Blinders One shot

(Thomas Shelby x reader )

Reader has an anxiety attack and Thomas is trying to calm them down. Reader ends up shutting down and holding their breath until they end up losing consciousness in his arms. He checks their pulse and makes sure they're okay and puts them to bed.

Thank you so much. Have a good day. 🖤

Anxiety

PAIRING: Thomas Shelby x Reader

UNIVERSE: Peaky Blinders

WORDS: 387

SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above ^_^

TRIGGER WARNING(S): Anxiety Attack | Passing out | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

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These past few weeks have been extremely stressful. It seemed like everything in your life was coming down at once. IT was like it was crashing, and you didn't have time to catch up. Rushing and rushing but no time to breathe. No time to stop and let the chain of events find their spot. It was this feeling of being so overwhelmed you felt like your world was caving in on you, you couldn't breathe, you couldn't take a damn moment to think. It was this tightness you couldn't describe.

"Aye, you gotta breathe... everything will be okay." Thomas takes you by your shoulders and lowers himself to look you in the eyes.

"No, no, it won't, you don't understand." You break free and continue to pace.

"No, I don't, but what I do understand is if you don't take a god damn moment to sit and breath, you're goin' fuckin' pass out." He crosses his arms and shakes his head.

"Nothing gets better. It's always on the go, going and going and going and going and-" He shakes his head, looking at you and cuts you off, pulling you into a tight embrace.

"Woah, hey, no, breath... Come on." Thomas says softly, resting his chin on the top of your head.

You begin to shake your head, your whole body tightens, your hands ball into fists, you just can't take it anymore. You take in a deep breath, taking in his scent, and you hold your breath, pressing your face into his chest.

Not quite knowing what you're doing, he nods. "Aye, there we go..." He stops a moment when he feels your weight get heavy in his arms. He looks down at you as your head falls to the side, your eyes closed, and your breathing has stopped.

With quick thinking, he checked your pulse and was quick to pick you up. Carrying you bridal style to the bed upstairs, and places you softly on top of the covers, grabbing a small throw-type blanket over you. Sitting by the bed he puts his head in his hand and rubs his forehead a moment before shaking his head.

"I told ya to breathe..." He sighs leaning back he lights himself a cigarette and waits for you to wake up. "At least you can rest now."

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voxmortuus · 3 years

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That Glow

PAIRING: Hannibal x Pregnant Female!Reader

UNIVERSE: Hannibal

WORDS: 366

SUMMARY/PROMPT: Anon Request | Hello! I love your writing and I was wondering (if requests are open) if you could write a Hannibal x pregnant reader where they’re driving around and the reader’s seatbelt kind of emphasizes her belly and it just makes him soft like driving with the hand on the belly thing. 🥺🥺💖

Trigger Warning(s): Nothing but Fluff | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, I'm hoping this finds you well love! I did get in contact with the requester to make sure they felt accurately represented in this fic.

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What was it about a pregnant woman that sends a man into a soft primal teddy bear? Was it the fact that a human being is growing inside of you? Was it the fact that it was nature taking its course? Was it the fact of your glow? Or the fact that he had a fetish? What was it? Whatever it was, it was hitting Hannibal hard today.

"How about we take a drive?" Hannibal pipes up from his cup of afternoon tea.

"Where did you have in mind?" You look over his face taking a sip of your lavender lemonade.

"How about we drive until we get lost?" He suggested.

"Without the GPS this time?" You poke.

"Only if we get really lost." He chuckled a bit.

"Okay. Let me get into something drive comfortable." Nodding, you head upstairs and get into something a bit more comfortable.

After using the bathroom, you head down the hall and smile. With your hands on your tummy, you make your way out to the car. You and your 7 and a half months self waddle to the car, and he holds the door open for you.

After sliding in, you get comfortable, and you buckle yourself up. Letting out a heavy breath, you look around and watch Hannibal get in. With a smile, you relax as soon as he adjusts the temperature in the car to suit your needs. Turning on the seat warmer for your back and cool air on your feet. It's now take off.

Looking over at you, he grins wide, his hand taking yours for a moment as he kisses the backside of your hand. After placing it back down, he drives down the road a bit more, some twists, some turns, the leaves such vibrant, beautiful autumn colors.

With a smile, he reaches over and places his hand on your belly as he feels the little peanut moving about, enjoying the motion of the ride. Hannibal had such a glow about him. It was like he turned into a puddle of mush holding you in such a way. It was moments like these you both cherished and never wanted to let go of.

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voxmortuus · 3 years

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Asking For It

Pairing: Christian Grey x Plus Size Alternative F!Reader

Universe: Fifty Shades

Words: 1.3k

Warning: I will NOT write for Anastasia, so please don't request it. I write Christian upon request or for my wife. Do not steal my work.

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If anyone knew you it was Christian. He knew how you worked, he knew your moods, your temperament, and your sass. He knew what it meant when you were being mouthy and he knew that you enjoyed all of what he could offer you. With a slow exhale he looked at you.

"What came from your mouth?" His hand twitched as he looked at you, not because he wanted to slap you, but because he wanted to spank you, to correct your mouthy behavior.

"I said, Make... Me." You sass back.

His brow furrowed and he looked at you licking his lower lip. "Make you? My pleasure." He stated.

He grabbed your arm firmly and yanked you to him bending you over his knee giving your ass a few wacks and he pulled your hair to look up at him.

"Would you like to try that again?" He asked.

"Nope." you respond.

Without any question, he stood up and grabbed your arm, and took you to the red room. He closes the door behind you and he looks you over.

"Strip." He demands. You just stand there. Tilting his head he shakes it with a soft sigh and gives you a few more seconds, but you're clearly not going to oblige. Stepping forward he rolls up his sleeves and literally rips your tanktop from you, and tosses it aside. He looks over your curvy top and licks his lip. He loves your pierced nipples and tattooed skin.

He looks at you. "Pants, off. Now." He commands.

Standing there you look at him and slowly shake your head.

"Are you saying no because you don't want to, or no because you are being defiant?" He checks.

"Because I can." You state.

"I see..." He states as he undoes your pants and pulls them down and grabs your thick leg lifting your leg to get your pants off tossing them to the side.

Standing there fully nude he looks over your ever curve, to them they are your imperfections, but to him, they are perfect, you never seem to understand that he loves your curves, you don't break easily. Licking his lips again he grabs your arm and takes you to a bench and pushes your top half down so you're bent over and cuffs your hands and legs to the equipment.

You try to fight, but his strength outdoes you. You groan and let out a soft sigh. Before you know it you feel a sting across your cheeks and you let out a whimper.

"A warning next time, Fuck." You blurt out.

He wacks again. You realize it's not a paddle or a cane, nor a crop, but a belt. When he used the belt you knew you were overly mouthy. Letting out a slow shaky breath he wacks you again, and again, leaving red welts on your plump backside. Seeing the welts excited him, it made him want to keep going, to give you what you needed, and what he desired.

He noticed you were getting wet, and enjoying the feeling, his wacks got a little harder and didn't really ease up until he heard your breath flutter. Stopping he looks over his handy work, smiling he felt himself get harder. He undid his pants and began to stroke his cock and let out a groan as he approached you and placed his cock against your flesh. You let out a soft whimper. Shaking his head he looks over you. He slaps your ass feeling the heat on his hand from the now bruising welts.

Your hips move wiggling against his hard cock and Christian lets out a slow growl. Gripping your hips he rubs his cock between your thick thighs rubbing it against the lips of your pussy. With how wet you are getting he glides against you with ease.

Feeling how wet you are he uses the juices from your pussy and presses the tip of his cock against your ass and slowly pushes the tip in. You whimper, and your breathing hitches, and your hips buckle pushing back against him pushing more of him in.

Christian lets out a slow groan and a soft growl as he grips your hips digging his fingers into your flesh. He pushes into you going to the hilt. You let out a heavy moan as he begins to slowly thrust into you. You try to move your hands but they're cuffed down. You try to move your feet but they've spread apart and cuffed to the bench. You moan louder as you move your hips with him matching his motions.

"God Christian, you feel so good." You moan.

"Do you love my cock Y/N?" He asks.

"Yes, Sir. I love your cock." You tell him.

"Do you worship my cock?" He asks.

"With every fiber of my being." You moan loud for him as you push your hips back forcing his cock deeper into you.

He slaps your ass gripping tightly at you again as he reaches up and pulls your hair to pull your head back as he thrusts harder. His speed picking up and he lets out a heavy growl.

"Fuck." He snarls as he fucks your tight ass harder. Slapping, smacking, gripping. His speed picks up and he begins to feel his own cock twitch and throb with this want to fill your ass with his cum but he doesn't want to just yet.

"I am going to cum Sir." you moan.

"You're not allowed. You haven't earned that. This isn't for you. This is for me, and I'm going to fill that tight ass of yours." He growls as his fingers dig harder into your hips. Letting go of your hair he slaps your ass again and thrusts harder.

The pressure was building but you weren't able to cum, you held it. Like you were told and he was right, this was all for him, you didn't earn it, you were naughty and you were plenty okay with that.

"Please fill me Sir." you beg.

"Who do you belong to Y/N?" He asks.

"You Sir."

"Who owns you?"

"You Sir."

"Who gets to use you?" He growls.

"You do Sir, please, use me, cum in me Sir." you beg.

With a growl and a hard thrust, he does just that. Filling your tight hole with his warmth. You moan heavily knowing better than to finish with him, you take all of what he was giving you.

"Did you cum?" He asked you.

"No Sir, this was for you. Thank you."

"Thank you for?" He asked with a breathy tone.

"For using me, for reminding me where I belong. For reminding me who owns me." You respond.

"Good girl." He tells you slowly pulling from you. His cum leaking from you, but you don't even care.

He uncuffs you and looks at you. Taking your face into his hands he kisses you softly. Taking your hand he walks out of the room and starts a nice hot bubble bath for you with your favorite bath bomb and favorite bubble bath.

"You get in. I'll be right back." He kisses you softly observing his mess and your bruising and smiles as he walks to the kitchen.

Shortly after he returns seeing you in the bath he strips down and hands you a cup getting in behind you. You look in the cup and smile. It was your favorite tea, in your favorite cup. You lean against him and he holds you close as he starts to wash you slowly, caressing every inch of you.

"I love your curves... they make me so hard." He whispers in your ear.

"Thank you Sir." You giggle, you never understood, but for him, you would do anything.

"After, we can order take out, and watch anything you want and cuddle sound good?" He asks.

"Sounds perfect... Daddy." You bite on your lip.

"Daddy, I like the sound of that." He nuzzles into you as you relax against him.

"You're perfect." You whisper.

"You're mine." He whispers back.

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voxmortuus · 3 years

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Overprotective Suits You Dr. Lecter

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x F!Reader

Universe: Hannibal (NBC)

Words: 755 (Sorry this one is a little short I didn't want to stray too far from your request)

Summary/Prompt: From a lovely Anon: May I also request another Hannibal x reader This time I want reader to be terribly injured from some other serial killer and Hannibal goes batshit and kills the other killer but reader dies. I want him to panic while trying to revive reader and once reader is back he becomes overprotective?

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"Hello?"

No answer.

"Hello?" Hannibal calls again. "Y/N, are you okay? Who is there with you?"

He was the first one on speed dial, the first one who would respond, and in your gut, you knew that. Panicking, your mind begins to race; you're feeling cold and honestly alone. Coughing some blood sprays against the face of the killer, your heart pounds, only causing your wounds to bleed faster. He threw you to the ground.

Wasting no time, he hangs up and makes his way to your apartment. As he sped around the corner and jolted out of his car, and made his way up to your apartment, skipping steps trying to be as hasty as he can.

"You're fucked." You manage to get out. The killer grabs you by the hair and slowly drags you to the dining room, and drops you there when he hears your door being kicked in.

"Leave her alone!" He growls.

"Mind your own business." the killer snaps.

"I will not repeat myself." Hannibal snaps back.

Laying there, you look over at him; beaten to a pulp, your once bright eyes start to fade. He looks at you and growls at the killer, and looks back at you again. "Hold on, Y/N, I need you to hold on." He panics a small bit.

Looking around quickly, he is charged by the killer and thrown against the wall. With a jab to the killer's ribs, Hannibal grabs the man's head and slams it against the wall, managing to get away from him for a moment. He makes his way to the kitchen and grabs one of your knives. Something Hannibal is quite familiar with. Gripping it in his hand, he looks at the man and looks at you, seeing if you're still breathing, but it's very faint. With a growl, he charges after the man, and the man swings, cathing Hannibal's jaw. With a kick to his gut, the killer falls back onto your dining room table.

With a grunt, the killer gets up and charges after Hannibal again, but with a quick act, Hannibal was able to counter grabbing the back of his head, slitting his throat, and repeatedly bashing his face against the door frame. His face was unrecognizable, and blood and bits of brain matter were all over the wall and floor as the killer slid down the wall.

Hannibal makes his way to you crawling, throwing the knife into the kitchen as he's crawling to you, he checks for your breathing, but it's stopped. His mind panics; heavily. He starts to become frantic as he's performing CPR, plugging your wounds the best he can.

"Come on, Y/N!" he yells as he is applying pressure to your wound, covering it with a piece of his shirt so he can properly perform CPR. "COME ON!" He yells, sweat coming from him as he begins to count.

"One, and two, and three, and four, and five, and six, and seven, and eight." He tilts your head back and performs two counts of mouth to mouth, and starts all over again.

"God damn it come on!" He growls as he continues. His heart already pounding, near frantic.

"FUCK! COME ON Y/N! COME ON! COME BACK!" Hannibal yells. Wiping his brow, he starts his counts again and his mouth-to-mouth.

After ten rounds of eight counts, you gasp for breath and look at Hannibal. "You came." you whisper.

"Of course I did, Y/N. You called." He whispers. "Did you let him in?" He asks.

You shake your head.

"Did you know him?" He asked.

You shake your head again, coughing.

"You're okay, I have you. I will protect you. I will fix you. Can you stand?" He asks, holding you close.

You shake your head, and without any question, he lifts you and carries you to his car. When he places you in the car, he looks at you. "Don't leave me like that again."

You chuckle. "You care?"

"Of course I do. Why do you think I don't care?" He asks.

"I'm just your patient..." you say softly. "I'm nothing special."

"That's not true. You will stay with me, you can have the spare bedroom. I will see to it you have everything you need. You will not leave my sites again, am I understood." He asks.

You chuckle, coughing again. "Overprotective is kind of nice on you Dr. Lecter."

"Hush, stop talking." He states, placing you in the passenger seat as he takes off from your apartment, never looking back.

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voxmortuus · 2 years

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Bloody Black Moon Rising

PAIRING: Dark Superman x Redhead!Fem!Reader

UNIVERSE: Marvel

WORDS: 1.3k

REQUESTER: @alicetherplover

SUMMARY/PROMPT: Dark superman. Redhead female reader is in trouble in a dark alleyway, but Superman is nowhere around, this evil spawn takes it upon himself to help the woman, but then he takes it upon himself to help himself to the woman.

NOTE: I do not condone rape, I know rape can be romanticized, that is your own doing. If you ever encounter this please contact the Sexual Assult Telephone Hotline. Please understand this is a fanfiction, think of it like Hollywood. Also, I’m sorry if this is horrible…..

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"NO! NO BACK OFF! BACK THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" You scream. But no matter what you do, this guy won't back off. You should have known better than to walk down the back alley, but you do this every night, and it is the quickest way home, but something about tonight says you won't be home any time soon.

Thrashing about, you're trying to get this guy off of you, you finally have a moment of freedom, though unfortunately, that doesn't last long. Before you knew it, you were being yanked back and pinned against the wall, you feel this man's hands on you, and you cry out again. "FIRE! SOMEONE! FIRE!" maybe it would capture their attention, but no such luck.

The next thing you know it, all happened so quickly. You feel yourself jerk, your eyes closed tightly, and you let out a breath. The next thing you hear is a thud and a gasp. You slowly turn and look down at the man who attacked you and slowly look up to be greeted with a familiar face and someone who's dressed in all black, but it wasn't who you expected. Tilting your head, you go to thank him, but he covers your mouth.

Your eyes go wide, trying to push him away, but with a devious smirk, he shakes his head. "No, none of that. I know a better way you can thank me, Red." he curls his finger around a red strand of your hair and licks at his lips a moment. "Now, you're going to do just as I say. Understood?"

You have no idea whether to try and escape or comply. You tense, shaking your head, you try to escape, but his grip only gets tighter. "Then I'll simply just take my thanks..." He gave a darker and more devious grin and a slight growl as he quite literally ripped your clothes from you. Feeling the fibers being pulled across your flesh as you hear the rip of your clothing, you try to scream, but you only scream into his palm. The look of fear in your eyes fuels him.

As he pins you against the wall, he lifts you slowly up the wall; into the darker corners of the building. Your flesh drags across the bricks- the pain makes you wince. You try to bite at his palm, but he moves from your mouth to grip your throat tightly. You grip at his forearm, trying to claw, but it doesn't phase him. You close your eyes, trying to put yourself into your happy place, but you can't seem to find it. You begin to kick, attempting to scream, but you can hardly get any air. You panic.

He forces your legs around him as he gives a quick thrust, and you feel yourself rip from the dry thrust. Your eyes go wide as you take in a deep nasal inhale, and tears fill your eyes as he begins to take what he wants. You fight, you fight all you can, but he doesn't stop. Your hands beat against his chest as you are up in the air, pinned against the wall as he takes you.

You begin to shake your head, trying to find a way to get him off of you. He grips your neck tighter, pulling from you. he lifts you to the top of the building and drops you on the roof, and quickly makes his way back down, pinning your legs apart and holding you down. He wants to see the fear in your eyes, he wants to see the tears, but instead, he turns you over. Your breasts pressed into an ice-cold puddle of water, your hips pulled up, the slight bleeding from his raw thrust caused a small sting as his grip on you grew tighter with another thrust.

Reaching forward, he holds your head down; you're looking at a door. You focus your mind to think about what is behind that door. Who could come out of the door? Or even escaping through that door. But your train of thought is broken by hearing him groan, his fingers playing in your red hair. His thrusts were hard, demanding, needing. You squeeze your eyes shut, a tear falling and hitting the tar-like roof. You take in a deep breath, trying to show no emotion, not wanting to give him an ounce of anything. The more you do that, the more he groans, the more he thrusts, he begins to toy with your sensitive bud. You squeeze your eyes shut again, biting your lip shaking your head.

It was as if he knew what made you tick, but you were not giving in, you wanted this over at this point. He leans forward, grips your red hair, and yanks you back, a hand around your throat, and the other grip at your breasts, and his lips meet your ear.

"Come on... let it out... don't hide from the pleasure." he purs in your ear.

You shake your head, your breathing jagged as he begins to massage your breast, playing with the nipple.

"Come on..." he coaxes.

Moving from your breast, his large hands cup the front of your womanhood as his middle finger begins to toy with your clit. You gasp. You don't want this. You don't want it to feel good, but the roughness of his thrusting, the slight pain from the tare, you grip around his cock, your eyes close, your breathing becomes heavy. Feeling his finger work a little more, you let out a soft whimper. You grow wet, your walls begin to massage his cock as he thrusts into you. He pulls from you and spins you around, and places you on your back against the tar-like roof.

Looking over your bruised body from his handy work, he thrusts hard into you, feeling his hard cock slip into your wet slit, you arch your back, and let out a soft whimper. The way he moves his hips against yours causes your bud to rub against him, causing your breathing to hitch, causing you to moan for him. You didn't want this, but fuck, it feels good.

"That's it... I need you to enjoy it... Take the whole thing." He muses.

Finally, you nod your head, your hands grip at his biceps as he thrusts into you.

"Good girl. Now I'm going to breed you, and you're going to be a good girl... and take every drop." He looks over your face with a smirk and lets out another groan.

At first, you panic, but the idea of it was actually quite appealing. But you fought. You started to fight back. You couldn't have it; you couldn't. He only gets rougher, and more demanding in his thrusts as they pick up. You scream, but no one can hear you. He grips at your throat again. Moving in such a way that makes you whimper and moan from how good it genuinely feels. Your back arches, your eyes flutter.

"You're. Going. To. Take. Every. Last. Drop." He snarls as he thrusts deeply into you and releases hot ribbons of seed inside you with a heavy groan. Your legs begin to shake as your hips move to rub your bud against him as he finishes, and your nails scape against the roof as you begin to tremble with your own release. "Good girl." He praises before pulling from you.

He looks over you, seeing a mixture of blood and semen spill from your well-used hole and he smirks licking his lips before he puts himself away and hands you your trench coat, before you know it he's gone. You grip your coat and wrap it around you, and you're looking around. "Time to find out what's behind that door." you say softly as you stand up and wrap your coat around you and make your way to the door, his seed starts dripping down your leg.

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Mind Over Matter

PAIRING: Stalker!Hannibal x F!Reader

UNIVERSE: Hannibal

WORDS: 000

SUMMARY/PROMPT: Hi, I was wondering if I could get a request please 🥺A one-shot with Hannibal x reader?Reader calls Hannibal and cancels their therapy session because they are just like frantically freaking out about something and doesn't trust themselves to drive. Hannibal can tell that by their voice that they are trying to hold back their tears. Hannibal lives close so he drives over to their house and he finds them pacing and hyperventilating. He's worried about how fast their heart is beating and he pretty must just forces them against his chest ( a bear hug practically ) and they end up passing out ( from stress ) in his arms. Thank you !!!!🖤

Trigger Warning(s): Hyperventilating | Panic attack | Rapid Heartrate | Passing out

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"I'm freaking out, Dr. Lecter. I can't do this. I just can't."

"Do I need to go to you, Y/N?"

"No, Dr. Lecter, I just need to reschedule today's appointment. Please."

"Is everything okay, Y/N? You sound panicked."

"I can't drive right now, I just. I can't. I'm sorry. Please reschedule me." CLICK

Looking down at the phone, Hannibal arched a brow. Pulling out your file, he looked down at your information and let out a soft breath. Grabbing his coat her heads out the door. You didn't live too far from him so the trip wouldn't be wasted. Looking around, he got into his car and took off down the road.

Back and forth, and back and forth, you paced your living room, your breathing rapid, feeling your heart in your throat. You just paced, fidgeting with the cuffs of your sleeves. Walking back and forth, back and forth, you couldn't stop; your mind just couldn't stop.

Shaking your hands, you bend over, your hands on your knees, and your breathing picks up. The pulse in your neck felt like it was going to burst out of your neck. You rub your face in hopes of coming down, but only that was doing so much. You stood back up, pacing again; your breathing grew faster, faster, a little more rapid.

Pulling up to your apartment, he looks up at your apartment window and gets out of his car. Shoving his keys and hands into his coat pockets, he makes his way up the stairs and knocks on your door. When he hears nothing except heavy breathing, he checks the door realizing it was unlocked.

When he walked in, he looked at you from the kitchen. Hannibal quickly walked up to you and stopped you, and checked your pulse. He was quick to wrap his arms around you, pulling you close.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, you're okay, you're safe. Slow down. Deep steady slow breaths." He tells you, looking over your face. Holding you close, gripping his arms around you tightly, your mind finally stops, anxiety seems to drop, and you let out a soft breath, and you completely shut off.

Falling limp in his arms, he looks down at you and keeps you close for a moment longer before laying you down on the couch while he sits across from you, waiting for you to wake back up.

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voxmortuus · 3 years

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will you do a hannibal x reader thats fluffy but they also know what he does and is slightly afraid? thank you

Don't Be Afraid...

PAIRING: Hannibal x Fem!Reader

UNIVERSE: Hannibal

WORDS: 255

SUMMARY/PROMPT: See above <3

Trigger Warning(s): FLUFF | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, I'm hoping this finds you well love!

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You were always hesitant around him, always on edge, and never one for wanting to make him angry. Though he loved you dearly, he knew you were afraid of him, and he didn't like that too much. Always finding little ways to show you that you matter to him. He hates that you are afraid it often eats away at him.

"Y/N, come here, please. I have something to show you." He calls to you.

You don't say a sound and quietly make your way over to him.

Sitting on the counter is a bouquet of beautiful flowers. You give a little smile and look at Hannibal and let out a soft breath. Tilting his head, you look down at the counter.

"Thank you, Hannibal, they're lovely." You give a soft smile.

He lets out a soft breath and crosses his arms, thinking. He makes his thinking face, slightly pursed lips, a slight furrow of the brow- you look over his face and give a little chuckle. He looks back at you and arches a brow.

"How about I bake you something?"

You shake your head.

"How about I make you dinner?"

You shake your head again.

"What do you want, hmm? I can't have you tip-toeing around here. You live here too."

You look him over a moment, and you give a kind smile. "Affection, just... gentle, affection." You smile.

Without any second-guessing in his mind, he walks over to you and pulls you into an embrace. "Don't be afraid. You're safe. I promise."

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voxmortuus · 2 years

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Hi I am so happy to see you again on my dash and what more with the new of your request being open no less ;)

I waited one moths for this I can't wait to request it now, Would you be wilingly to writer a clark kent/superman, henry cavill of course ;), on the first time of her s/o where she looks unsure of being good enough for him sicne she has no experiecne while he maybe have a little more knwoledge about it tahn her? I hope you like it otherwise as ever tell me and I will change it Have a super ncie day :)

PAIRING: Clark Kent x Virgin!Fem!Reader

UNIVERSE: Superman

WORDS: 646

SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above <3

TRIGGER WARNING(S): MINORS DNI!!!!!!!! Self-Doubt | Fluff | Virgin Reader | Over clothes groping and foreplay | Some making out | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

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Always understanding and never one to push you. Clark was patient with you, though he often suspected if he was doing something wrong. Leave it to Clark to question if he's putting too much pressure on you. You never told him your secret. So his doubt was, in theory, your fault, but it wasn't for lack of trust; it was insecurity, an embarrassment. Maybe you felt ashamed of telling him, let alone anyone other than your doctor, and even then, you were ashamed of it.

It was something you were proud of, wanting to wait, wanting to wait for the right time, the right person, and the right moment. It had to be perfect. This was the one thing in your life you had control over. The one thing that allowed you to be different from most of the others. The one thing you held dear to yourself.

As you and Clark sit in your living room, you run your fingers over the textured cotton-poly blend fabric of your couch cushion and let out a soft breath. His baby blues look over your face, and he tilts his head, seeing how worried you are.

"Am I doing something wrong?" He asks. His heartbeat picks up a bit, expecting the worst.

"No, gods no, it's not you." You shake your head, looking over his face biting at your lip.

"Then what is it? You get like this more frequently when... you know..." He lets out a breath.

"No, I know, but I promise it's not you." You stand up and start pacing.

He looks over you as you begin to pace, and he grabs your hand and pulls you close as he continues to sit on the couch. "Then what is it? You can talk to me."

"I know. I know, I'm sorry. It's just..." you begin to fidget, and you look down at Clark, and you touch the side of his face. "I've never... ya know. Done it."

"Done wha- Oh... Oh I see, you're a virgin?" He looks over your face. "Sweetheart, that is nothing to be shy of. How about we take this a step at a time?" He ran his hand up your leg, feeling the warmth of your legs through the cotton nylon of your fox-printed leggings.

You slowly nod your head as you bite your lip. Feeling his hand slide up your leg, getting closer to your womanhood- you shudder. The butterflies in your stomach rumble, causing you to tighten your core, your muscles down there begin to contract, and you bite your lip. You let out a soft giggle as you grip at his shirt.

He looks over your face as he pulls you to his lap after his thumb runs against your sensitive bud. Biting your lip, you lean in and kiss him deeply, your fingers playing with his hairline. You hear him letting out a heavy groan. The sound of him groaning sent this pulse through you. His hands move over your clothed body.

After a tantalizing hour, but a well-spent hour, he looks over your face and smiles. "I'm not going to press I want this on your time. I can't wait until your ready." He chuckled and pulled you into a deeper kiss, his hand still on your lace-covered breast.

"Well, maybe date night tomorrow?" You smile.

"Date night tomorrow." He stands up and walks to your front door, "I look forward to it. I'll be here at 6pm. I'll make dinner reservations." He leans in and kisses you again.

Kissing him back, you nod and smile wide. You and Clark exchange a few more kisses before he heads out. You lock your door and squeal, running to your room and throwing yourself on your bed before your eyes open wide and you start going through your outfits, needing to find the perfect one for tomorrow.

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voxmortuus · 3 years

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hihi!! ur work is so pretty :]

can i request a male reader x hannibal where reader’s a baker n often gives hannibal free treats when he stops by the bakery? <33

PAIRING: Hannibal x Male!Reader

UNIVERSE: Hannibal

WORDS: 281

SUMMARY/PROMPT: See above <3

Trigger Warning(s): None | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, I'm hoping this finds you well love!

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He was a frequent visitor. You had built a good friendship with Hannibal. He was always supporting your business, though, over time, you had pushed away from him supporting your business to supporting his sweet tooth. Though Hannibal always insisted on paying, you always insisted that he didn't. You liked his company, the conversation, and you enjoyed the appreciation for your work and kindness. You never did it to make him think you were someone special or that you did it for the attention or for the praise.

Like clockwork, he walked in and looked over at you and smiled. "Hello, Y/N How is business today?" He smiled, walking over and pouring himself a fresh cup of coffee.

"Same as every day, Dr. Lecter." You smile and place a few new creations in a box and placing them on the counter, only ringing up his coffee. "That will be $1.12." You smile.

He handed you $1.25. "Keep the change."

"You sure?" You always ask.

He nods his head and takes his coffee, ready to leave.

"Dr. Lecter, stop! I have something for you!"

"You know, you're losing profit this way." He chuckles.

"No, not really. These are new creations. Give em a try, let me know if they're worth selling." You smile.

He looks over your face and nods, taking the box. "Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate it. I will be back tomorrow. Same time. I'll let you know then." He smiles, taking the box from your strong hands.

He looks over your face and smiles. "That color apron matches your complexion well." He stated before leaving.

Looking down at the apron, you smile and decide you'll wear it again tomorrow.

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Consequences

PAIRING: Dom!Hannibal x Sub!Fem!Reader(they have a relationship)

UNIVERSE: Hannibal

WORDS: 2K

SUMMARY/PROMPT: Prompt from @coraline-scarlet: Ok ok, listen, Hannibal punish the reader for being a brat by teasing him all day, daddy kink, degradation, asphyxia kink, begging kink, bondage and suspension kink, impact/spanking play, hand kink, nipple play, and orgasm denial. (If it is not too much aftercare I will understand if u don't wanna write this for not feeling comfortable with something :)

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Today was one thing after another with your attitude. Brat didn't even begin to cover it, but at the same time, that's precisely what it was. Brat mode was on full blast today. Between being super picky, not doing as you were told, to just being an all-over pain in Hannibal's ass. But you were doing it for a reason. You wanted him to get worked up, you wanted to test his patience, and you wanted him to correct you. You loved pushing his buttons because he always had the best follow-through. On top of being a brat, you had been teasing him all day. Using clothing and suggestive body language to get further under his skin.

"You have to go get ready for dinner. I would like to have dinner on the table by 6:45 at the latest." He stated.

With a smirk and a slightly exaggerated sway of your hips, you stood up, bending over, pressing your breasts together, kissing his cheek you smirk. "Yes, Daddy." Heading for the stairs, you make your way to the bedroom and throw on nothing but a mesh dress and make your way downstairs. Standing in the kitchen, you smirk and look at him. "Will this work for dinner?" You knew exactly what you were doing.

He clenched his jaw and looked over you; licking his lips, he put down his knife and shook his head. "Go get changed."

"No. I want to wear this."

"That is not dinner-appropriate."

"Then maybe have me for dinner." you taunt.

After he turns off the stove and oven, he walks over to you and grabs your wrist and looks you in the eyes, and shakes his head. "You haven't deserved that." He sneers.

He shakes his head, and with a firm grip on your wrist, he brings you to the back of the house. You knew exactly what this meant, and you couldn't help but mentally giggle like a little girl. As you trailed behind him as he dragged you by your wrist, forcing you to keep up with him, he turns and closes the door behind you. Looking up at him, you give him this devious grin. He looks over your face and shakes his head.

With his grip still firm on your wrists, he places you in the middle of the room. "Strip down. Fold your clothes neatly, lay them on the table." He tells you, his tone stern.

Nodding your head, you do just as you were told. You strip down, fold them neatly, and lay them on the table. You move back to standing in front of him, your hands at your side, and look over his face. Licking your bottom lip slightly, you bite on it. Taking in a deep breath, you watch as he moves to grab red silk rope.

You watch his hands closely and with great intent as he starts to wrap the rope around you, tying knots and intricately placing the silk against your skin. You watch as his fingers move in specific ways. You've always loved his hands, how they moved, how they would cut, grip, grasp, glide, how each little fiber moved. You were always watching them day in and day out. The rope felt good; it was tight, yet not too snug that it was uncomfortable. Once he had you bound in a way that you could not fuss about, he decided to reach up and grab the hooks above and grabbed a small remote; pressing the button, you start lifting off the ground just enough to become eye to eye with Hannibal.

Looking over his work, noting the rope that was strategically placed started to do its job. But the pressure of it all felt just right; he always knew just what to do and how to do it. Walking around, he grabbed a few things. After a few moments, Hannibal approaches you and looks you in the eyes before clamping your nipples. The pinch and sudden shock of slight pain gave you goose flesh.

With a riding crop in hand, he reached behind you and placed it against the flesh of your backside. Looking over your face, and leans in and gives you a whack, the sting caused your body to jerk, and you let out a soft whimper.

"Do you know why I am doing this?" He asked you.

Whack!

"Because I was sassy." Your tone was breathy.

Whack!

"And, why else?"

Whack!

"And because I didn't listen." You let out another breathy response.

Whack!

"And?"

Whack!

"Because I was teasing." You had a slight moan in your voice.

Whack!

"Exactly."

Whack!

"And you were a naughty brat." He added.

Whack!

With each whack, your body quivered, your body shivered, the gooseflesh on your skin caused the clamps on your nipples to tighten, which caused your pussy to convulse mildly. Biting your lip, you watch as Hannibal moves away from you. Noticing your body's reaction, he smirks.

"You're a little pain slut aren't you?" He smirks.

WHACK!

"Yes." You reply, biting your lip. You loved when he got like this.

WHACK!

"Yes, what slut? Look at this. You're all wet like a needy little whore." His tone was more intense.

WHACK!

"Yes, Daddy." You whimper.

WHACK!

"Oh, try again."

WHACK!

"Yes, Sir." You correct yourself.

WHACK!

"That's a good whore."

WHACK!

He moves, feeling how wet you had become during this time and 14 whacks later. He licks his lip and shakes his head. Looking over your body, he feels himself get excited, watching your cunt drip because of his actions, watching you quiver to his words, watching you react like this was something he always enjoyed.

"Now look at this, you're a dripping wet needy little whore who can't seem to grasp the idea of being well mannered and doing as she's told." He points out with a smirk on his face.

"Yes, Sir. I am a needy whore. But only for you."

He walks around you and grips at your throat, his fingers molding around your neck in a tight grip before he shakes his head. "I didn't ask you to talk whore." He adds.

You lick your lips, feeling the tight grip on your throat. Looking over your face, Hannibal tilts his head and licks his lips a moment, and moves to grab another hook, hooking you, so you are now vertical and lowers you. He undoes his belt and unzips his pants, and releases his erect cock, and with a firm grip around your throat from above, his fingers crossing over your windpipe, his grip firm, he pulls you forward, and you take his cock into your mouth.

With a whimper and a soft moan, you take him into your mouth willingly. Your tongue flat against the bottom of his cock, as he shoves himself further and deeper into your mouth, pushing past your gag reflex. You jerk your body, but his grip around your neck becomes tighter, holding you in place as he thrusts into your mouth, pushing himself further down your throat until your face is flush with his body.

You feel yourself tighten between your legs, you feel your body tremble and your nipples tingle, you feel yourself getting wetter as he uses your mouth to please himself.

"Such a good whore." He groans. "Such a mindless slut. My warm fuckhole." He groans again as he thrusts harder into you.

Using your suspension to his advantage, his grip on your throat firm as he uses you. Moving your entire body back and forth, slamming his cock into your throat harder, he feels himself coming close to a finish, but he wasn't ready just yet.

Moving behind you, he spreads your legs further and shoves his throbbing cock into your dripping wet cunt, and begins to thrust deep into you. You let out a gasp and a loud moan as he grips at your waist tightly, his fingers driving into your skin pressing against your hips.

The harder he thrusts into you, the more you whimper, the louder you moan, and the more you want to be that mindless whore for him. As he pushes into you, your body tenses around his cock, feeling every inch.

"Oh Sir, you feel so good." You whimper.

"Tell me how good my cock feels, whore." He growls.

"Oh Sir, your cock is perfect. It feels so amazing, your cock is my favorite, Sir. I love how your cock fills me." You whine as he thrusts harder into you. Your words turning him on even more. Pushing him to get rougher with you. As he uses your body, he feels himself getting closer.

"You want my cum whore?" He asks you.

"Oh yes, Sir."

"Beg for it. Beg for me to fill your cunt whore." He growls as he slams his cock into you harder.

"Please, Sir, please cum in me, fill my holes. Use me as your cum dump. Use my whore holes for your pleasure, Sir. Cum in me, please. Please, Sir. cum for me. Can I cum too Sir? Please? Please can I cum with you?" You beg.

"No, no, you cannot. This isn't for you. Whore's don't get to cum."

"Please, Sir. Please. Cum in my cunt, Sir. Cum deep inside me." You beg more.

That begging was enough to send him over the edge. With a loud growl, he slams his cock deep inside you, holding you close flush against his skin as he cums inside you. You let out a scream as your body shakes, wanting to finish; you were so close, but like a good girl, you kept yourself from a finish as hard as it was.

He slowly pulls from you, and his fluids drip from you- he smirks watching, a moment as he begins to untie you and catches you in his arms as you slowly start to tremble, falling to the floor. Picking you up, he looks over you and smiles. He brushes your hair away from your face and kisses you softly.

"Such a good girl. You did so well, I am so proud of you." He smiles, kissing you softly again.

"Thank you, Daddy." You whisper softly, resting your head against his shoulder looking over his face.

He carries you up the stairs and starts a hot bath. Stripping down, he climbs in with you. You reach forward and hand him some bubble bath, and he adds it in for you. Leaning back against him, you close your eyes, resting as he begins washing you. His strokes careful, delicate, and caring. Paying attention to every little detail, every curve, and every inch of you, wiping your back, your legs, and your breasts. You watch his hands; you lean against him and smile.

When he finishes bathing you, he holds you close. Taking his hand in yours, your fingers trace over his hand, and you kiss each fingertip; smiling softly, you begin to hum softly.

"Daddy?" You ask.

"Yes, Sweetheart?"

"I'm hungry."

"Okay, Sweetheart. Let's go find something to eat shall we?" He chuckles.

Getting out of the tub, he lifts you out of the tub and dries you off, sticking you in your favorite nightshirt and your favorite fluffy robe. He holds you close, drying off your hair and brushing your hair. He smiles, getting himself dressed, and heads downstairs with your hand in his. Once you get to the bottom of the stairs, he reaches around the corner and hands you your stuffed teddy bear, and makes his way to the kitchen.

You climb onto the stool and sit at the counter, watching him work a moment. "What do you want, Sweetheart?" He askes you with a smile on his face.

"A grilled cheese and tomato soup." You smile wide, holding onto your stuffy.

Nodding his head, he smiles. "Coming right up." He grins as he hands you a cup of juice. "Two hands, you don't want to spill." He smirks. Nodding your head, you take a sip and smile, wiggling about in the chair, holding onto your stuffie as you place the cup down on the counter.

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voxmortuus · 3 years

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Hi! I'm slowly becoming obsessed with you 😍😍😍

Could I request: Jealous, Possessive Billy Butcher (Or any Karl Urban character really....) with a size kink? Like small, really small (I'm 4'11 and 26 if that helps? Like that's the kind of shit I'm looking for from a 6'1 kiwi)

Ooooh and if you could work in the trope, "I hope you know I love you, because I'm about to fuck you like I don't." 🥵🥵🥵 I don't know why that makes me so fucking hot.

PAIRING: Billy Butcher x Short!Fem!Reader

UNIVERSE: The Boys

WORDS: 344

SUMMARY/PROMPT: See above <3

Trigger Warning(s): Jealousy | Possessiveness | Size Kink | Implied Smut | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

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He loves 'em short. You love 'em tall; that's just how it goes. The taller, the better, but him, there was something about a girl who was almost five foot. Some say it was strange- others understood. The idea of manhandling someone that size was such a need for him. He knew you loved that side of him, so win-win, right?

He had taken you out for dinner. He had left to take care of a bit of business, only to come back to the waiter flirting with you. His jaw clenched and he looked over the man and shook his head.

"I find it wise you move along." He gives a low growl.

"Oh, you're with someone?" He asked you.

"Yes, that's by boyfriend." Nodding, you look over his face and chuckle.

"And a pissed off one at that, I suggest you fuck off now." Billy clenches his jaw.

"Kiwi, relax, it was harmless, he was just being nice." You tell him sweetly.

"He was flirting with you." He tells you and looks over to the waiter and licks his lips a moment. "I suggest you find another table to wait on."

"This is my zone..." He defends himself.

"And do you want to work your zone with a foot in your ass? No? I didn't think so. Bugger off." Billy demands.

Looking over him, you let out a slight chuckle, shaking your head.

"I fuckin love you." You chuckle.

After dinner, he takes you home and looks over your face licking his lips he picks you up and places you on the counter. Looking deep into your eyes he smirks.

"So, Small Bite, tell me, what do you enjoy the most about me?"

Licking your lips, you grab his belt loops. "How you fill me."

"How I fill you, huh? That's it?"

"It's how you fill me." You smirk.

He looks over your face. "I hope you know I love you, because I'm about to fuck you like I don't." He smirks.

"Fill me up, baby." You smirk with an excited giggle.

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voxmortuus · 3 years

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Read To Me

PAIRING: Sherlock Holmes x Fem!Reader

UNIVERSE: Enola Holmes

WORDS: 916

SUMMARY/PROMPT: Requested by @queengiuliettafirstlady : Hi there sorry to bother you again with my request but I can't help your writing is so good too so here we are again hoping you will like them it is possible two having two requests with the prompt one bed-sharing with Sherlock Holmes and Clark Kent, played by Cavill, they can be NSFW or not I leave it up to you Thank you Have a nice day ^^

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Sherlock stood in the doorway, watching you sleep. He gave a small smile and let out a soft breath shaking his head. Sherlock looked down at the book in his hand and walked away, second-guessing his mental thought process. He wanted to go in there and read to you while you were asleep.

You felt this watchful gaze on you, and when you wake up, you turn over and realize no one is there.

"Sherlock?"

"Yes, Y/N?"

"Come read to me? Please." You smile softly.

"Okay." He nods and makes his way to you.

Taking a seat on the edge of your bed. You reach over and pull his legs on the bed so that he is sitting in your bed. He looks down at you, arching a brow he nods and moves over a bit. He opens the book and begins to read. You take a peek at the cover and smile. The Scarlet Letter. You let out a sleepy yawn and rest your head on his lap. Your hands play with his pants as your fingers work the fabric. Your body starts to tingle at the sound of his voice.

He looks down at you and keeps reading. You listen as he reads to you.

“Love, whether newly born or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, that it overflows upon the outward world.”

You think about the passage, and you nod a bit. Your hand moving further up his thigh, biting your lip a bit, you let out a soft breath as you close your eyes, picturing his face, mentally studying it for a bit. You smile and open your eyes to see him looking down at you.

You lick your lips and move your fingers up enough to unzip his pants, and you notice that he had gotten excited, you bite your bottom lip a moment and he watches you.

"Please keep reading. I like to listen." You say softly.

Without thinking twice, he started reading. Your hand moves inside his pants, and you start stroking him a bit. He keeps his pace reading as you move a bit to unbutton his pants, exposing a bit more and to free him more fully from the restriction of his pants.

When you remove him from the constricting pants, you begin to lick the top and along the length. Working your way back up, you kiss the tip a bit and kiss down the other side before making your way between his legs, laying on your stomach, you take him into your mouth, working down slowly further and further down his thick hard member.

Your lips tight around his member as you begin to bob your head and jerking your hand at the same time stroking and sucking on him. You let out a soft moan around his cock and let out a soft breath moaning again. He clenches his jaws as he continues to read.

Taking him further into your mouth, you gaze up at him, and he looks over your face with his cock in your mouth. He licks his lips and watches you a moment before he looks back at his book and continues reading. You move your head faster, and your hand at the same time, and then you pull him from your mouth, and you move your way up and sit on him, sliding your nightgown up and slide him inside you.

You both let out a soft moan. Sherlock stops reading and goes to close the book, you shake your head, opening the book back up. He looks at you and smiles. As he continues reading, you move your hips over him, grinding your swollen, needing bud rubs against him.

You pace yourself, enjoying the feeling of the friction, you place your hands on his lower stomach and move your hips, your head falls back, and your long hair bounces against your back a bit. He lets out a soft groan as you move. His reading becomes slow, but at a slow, steady pace, between grunts and groans.

With one hand on his book, he moves his other hand to grab your breast, giving your nipple some stimulation. You let out another moan. Your hips move faster, feeling the pressure building. Hearing his voice as he read his book, hearing the moans and groans as you massaged his cock with your tight walls, it was euphoric for you, you loved hearing him speak, it was a turn-on for you, a kink if you will.

His reading caused you to go faster, with more of a need, more of a desire. He lets out a gasp as you pick up the pace. He squeezed harder on your breast as you picked up your pace. As he read, your body tingled more. Your moans picked up as he got louder in his reading.

"Don't stop. I'm right there..." You moan- and pant as your hips pick up the pace.

He smirks as he reads, as he lets you use him for your own pleasure and in return his own pleasure. Your body begins to tighten and you begin to shake with this intense amount of release. Feeling him release his own you shake a little harder, and grip at his shirt.

He lets out a soft breath and looks over you with a smile. "Do you want me to keep going? Or do you want to revisit this chapter tomorrow night?"

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voxmortuus · 3 years

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You're Safe

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x F!Reader

Universe: Hannibal (NBC)

Words: 1k

Summary/Prompt: From a lovely Anon: Would you be open-minded to age regression? I want the reader to like, go into a childlike mindset and Hannibal babies them and manipulates them to regress more often so he can fill the daddy-shaped hole in his heart. I mean, Hannibal x reader but he manipulates them into regressing mentally without them knowing and he becomes their "Daddy." (Nonsexual though)

TW: Heavy Dialog | Mental Manipulation | Age regression | Fluff | slight bit of angst

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You had been seeing Dr. Lecter for a few months, and each time you come out feeling a little different, almost a little more clear. It was something that you enjoyed the feeling of. It made you feel like everything was going to be okay. You had once tried seeing some else, but there was this little hole in your heart that was being filled, and you had no idea how the other psychiatrist didn't fill that hole like Lecter did.

Today's session was focused on the absence of your father. You weren't looking forward to talking about this. You hated this topic, but even you knew that was the root of all your problems. You sit there, picking at the nail polish.

"I don't know. I just... I hate him. When I needed him the most, he just. He left me. Standing there. Without any explanation. I resented him for that for the longest time. I guess you can say I still do." You state softly, looking up at him and letting out a soft sigh.

"Understandable. A father during childhood is important." Hannibal states matter of factly.

"You would think, but it was like he didn't care. Like he never cared." You state softly.

"Maybe he didn't. Is that why you feel you have a hard time with relationships today?" He asked you.

"Yes, no, I don't know, perhaps." you state with a shrug.

"Well every little girl needs their daddy." He states. "Sometimes they don't realize it, but the daddy in a child's life is important." Looking over your face, he smiles softly, seeing the light in your eyes change a bit.

Looking down at your lap, you begin to fidget. You let out a soft breath and nod your head, he was right, and you knew it. You hated to admit it verbally, but you knew. Adjusting in the comfortable seat, you pull your knees to your chest, and you look at him. He looks over you with such care and such attention.

"I am here. I am listening. Little girls, they need to embrace themselves, and daddies are supposed to be that safe place, you are here, you are in a safe place." He states, looking around. "Do you feel safe here?" He asks you.

You nod softly, biting at your lip pulling your knees closer to your chest.

"Good. Would you like your stuffie?" He asks you.

You nod softly, feeling your mind relax, feeling slightly shy but safe.

"Here you go." He offers it to you. "But you have to come and get him." He smiles.

Nodding again, you stand up and walk to him, taking the small dog stuffed animal. You hold him close and take a deep inhale, and look at him. "Thank you." you state softly.

"You're welcome. Good manners. Now, little one, what did you do today?" He asks you with a smile.

"First, I ate breakfast."

"Oh? What did you have for breakfast little one?"

"A bagel and a cup of orange juice. Oh, and some fruit." you nod.

"Very good. What else did you do today little one?" He asks you.

"Well, I got dressed, took the doggie for a walk, and then I came here. To see you." You smile wide, looking over his face.

"You walked the doggie? Well, I'm very proud of you for that. Did you do that all on your own?" He asks you.

Nodding your head with an eager nod and a smile, you begin to play with the stuffed dog and scoot closer to his feet, looking up at him with this look of genuine innocence in your eyes.

"Well, that was a big task you did. Good girl." He smiles. "So what would you like to do today?" He asks.

You shrug a bit and fidget with the stuffed dog.

"Oh come now, little one, there has to be something you want to do today." He smiles, leaning forward, and looks over you with a look of care.

"I don't know, Daddy." You say softly, looking over his face.

"There's got to be something, little one." He smiles.

"Want to play dollies with me? We can use the large dollhouse today." you nod.

"Dollies? Okay, little one. We will play with dollies." He smiles and takes your hand, leading you over to a dollhouse he had for younger patients, but today, you were one of those patients.

Kneeling down, you begin to play with the dolls, and he obliges to play with you. A sweet notion, really. You look up at him.

"Daddy? Am I going to stop feeling like I've done something wrong?" You ask with tears in your eyes.

He looks at you, tilting his head, and pulls you into a hug. "You have not done anything wrong. You don't need to feel this way. But I understand, little one, it is a hard feeling to make go away. In time you will learn that you haven't done anything wrong. You must have patience with yourself." He reassures you.

After your session is closed, you wipe your face, feeling like that missing hole in your heart is filled; for now, you thank him and look over his face. "Thank you for your time. I will see you next week?" You ask.

"Yes, same time. Remember, take care of yourself. Self-care is a part of healing." He smiles and nods.

Nodding you, walk away, thanking him again. As you leave the building, unsure of what really happened in there, but you don't question. He made you feel like you were heard, understood, and he made you feel like you could go on for the rest of the week feeling okay. Looking back at the building, you smile softly and get in your car and head home.

He looks back at your progress you have been making, how he has been able to fill that hole in your heart, and he smiles; it's easy for him to fill that spot that needs to be filled. It's like he found a bit of enjoyment out of what he was accomplishing with you. Watching you; made him feel almost complete in an odd way. What made it better was that you had no idea how he did it, and you didn't question, you just fell into the palm of his hand, and he was going to use it.

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voxmortuus · 3 years

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Observing

TOTAL SMUT BELOW!

Imagine Christian Grey tells you to play with yourself, but he just wants to watch. As you begin to play with yourself you notice he is getting excited. While you play with yourself you turn around on the bed and drape your head over the edge of the bed and take his cock into your mouth, running your tongue along the top of him feeling him slide down your throat as far as you can handle.

"Fuck." he mutters.

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voxmortuus · 3 years

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Fainting Vaccine

PAIRING: Hannibal x Will x Reader

UNIVERSE: Hannibal

WORDS: 345

SUMMARY/PROMPT: Request given by @gaylemonshark It's not letting me tag you. | Hi!! Can I please get a Hannibal x reader x will one shot? Something really fluffy with the reader fainting from getting a vaccine? And being all embarrassed, if you aren’t comfortable with it don’t sweat it💚💚

Trigger Warning(s): Fainting | Fear of Needles | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

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Hannibal and Will had been in the area when you asked for their support. You hated needles and the idea of getting vaccinated terrified you. You're sitting in the doctor's office, your foot shaking as you sit on the bed waiting. You let out a slow breath. The nurse walks in and gives you all a kind smile.

"Good afternoon, Y/N. How are you feeling?"

"Nervous... can we just... please." You state, holding out your arm and squeezing your eyes shut.

The nurse gives a kind chuckle and nods. "Of course."

She swabs down your arm and pulls the vaccine from her festive scrubs pocket and pinches your arm and gives you a poke and puts the used needle in the sharps container, and smiles.

"Great job, all done." She went to go explain the symptoms you may feel, but you had zoned out.

Will helps you off the table, and the nurse speaks to Hannibal. When you step down- and the nurse leaves the room, you grow dizzy and faint. Will catches you, and Hannibal rushes over to make sure you're okay.

Will looks down at your face and chuckles slightly, carrying you out of the doctor's office and places you in the back of the car.

Upon waking up in the car, you look in the mirror between both of them. Your eyes grow wide, and you turn red.

"Did I... did I umm... did I faint?" Your eyes darting between the two.

"I'm afraid you did." Hannibal nods, looking over your face in the mirror giving a kind smile.

"Oh my. I... I'm so sorry." You hide your face. "That is so embarrassing. Oh goodness, oh jeez." You hit a slight panic.

Will chuckles and looks back at you. "You're okay, honest- it could have been worse right?"

"Oh, this is so embarrassing. I'm so sorry you had to experience that."

"Relax, you're fine. How about we stop and grab a bite to eat, huh?" Will smiles. Looking over them both, you give a soft nod and look down at your lap.

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