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HANNIBAL LECTER MALE READER MASTERLIST!

Bound by Obsession, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

synopsis: Hannibal detests his patient Franklyn, yet why does Hannibal entertain the pig's illusion of friendship. Oh, yeah, because he's become quite enamored by his cousin, you.

Seasoned To Perfection

REQUEST: Hannibal x male reader. It's been a few months of dating and (obviously) hannibal is hiding it well until reader decides to mention how well he thinks hannibal cooks the human meat compared to how he used to do it.

No Ties Past The Threshold

REQUEST: hannibal with an autistic reader who cannot STAND wearing fancy clothes. they are decked out in the oversized hoodie and comfortable shorts every day no arguing.

This was requested by @zithaver. I chose to do headcanons so you could see how each guy would react! This is a long one! I hope you enjoy!! (I am so sorry this took longer than I intended. I've been having connection issues off and all day!)

Randy Meeks aka The Human White Noise Machine: Randy finds your constant exhaustion oddly endearing. He views your sleep habits through the lens of a movie trope..because why wouldn't he? It's Randy. He considers you the 'Comatose Companion' and he's decided he's the one to keep you safe while you drift off. (So sweet I know)

The Video Store Nap: When you visit him at work, he has a designated napping area for you. He clears a space behind the counter specifically for you. He'll stack VHS boxes to create a privacy wall for you. Man has 100% told someone to shush once..or twice..maybe three times because they're going to wake you.

The Commentary Lullaby: He knows his frantic movie rants usually put you to sleep. Listen...if this was anyone else? Man would be so offended, however, because it's you he lowers his voice to that documentary narrator tone voice to help you stay under.

The Human Pillow: If you two are watching a movie on his couch, he'll sit perfectly still..for once in his life..this man is sitting still, just so you can lean your head on his shoulder. He'll hold his breath for ten minutes just to avoid waking you. Man will try to hold his pee in for the duration of the movie because he knows once he moves you're gonna be awake.

The Spoiler Shield: If you know Randy you know he's a spoiler free guy. This man will make it his life mission to make sure new movies or even movies you haven't seen don't get spoiled. If you fall asleep during a crucial plot point, he'll pause the movie and wait. He refuses to let you miss the big reveal, even if it takes you three hours to wake up. Now he just needs to figure out what he's doing for the next three hours.

The Caffeine Compromise: Randy will constantly try to offer you movie fuel..which is code for soda and popcorn, but when he realizes you're actually out cold? He'll carefully remove the cup from your hand before you spill it. He's learned from this mistake. It happened on one of your first movie hang outs.

The Notebook Guardian: In class, if he sees your head hit the desk, he starts taking double notes. He’ll doodle little "You were sleeping here" markers in the margins of your notebook.

The Pop Culture Comparison: Randy definitely compares you to Sleeping Beauty, but with more "90s grunge" energy. He thinks it’s "subverting the genre."

The Gentle Wake-up: Randy isn't a loud waker. He’ll softly hum the Halloween theme or tap your hand lightly until your eyes flutter open. Honestly..the Halloween theme has become oddly soothing now??

The Blanket Burglar (In Reverse): Randy has a stash of oversized flannels in his car. If you fall asleep in the passenger seat, he’ll tuck one around you with surprising tenderness. Sydney once asked why he has so many and he looked offended "The real question is, why don't you huh??"

The "Movie Date" Reality: Most of your dates end with him talking to himself for an hour while you snore. He doesn't mind; he just likes having the "best audience" in the room, even if they're unconscious.

Stu Macher aka The Chaotic Comfort Zone: Stu is very high energy, but your sleepiness acts as a grounding wire for him. He thinks it's hilarious and adorable, and he'll go to great lengths to make sure your naps are as dramatic as he is..because it's Stu..he's not going to let you have a nice peaceful nap alone.

The Human Heater: Stu is always warm. If you’re tired, he will literally scoop you up and let you use him as a giant, 6'3" heating pad.

The "Quiet" Game: This man will tell everyone at a party to "shut the hell up" because you’re napping on the couch. He’ll use his most intimidating glare, then immediately go back to making goofy faces at you while he pokes your face.

The Surprise Pounce: Sometimes, he forgets you’re tired. He’ll jump onto the bed to wake you up, realize you’re actually dead to the world, and immediately turn it into a cuddle session instead..by that it's usually him literally laying on top of you. His lanky ass sprawled out.

The Drool Defense: If you drool on his expensive sweater while sleeping, he won't care. He’ll actually brag about it to Billy like it’s a mark of your "true bond." Billy looks at him like he's an idiot.

The Pocket Snacks: Stu knows you wake up grumpy and hungry. He’ll keep a granola bar or candy in his pocket to shove in your face the second you open your eyes. Literally feeds you while stroking your head like a cat.

The "Accidental" Nap: He’ll try to keep you awake by being loud, but eventually, your sleepiness is contagious. You’ll often find him passed out right next to you, limbs tangled everywhere.

The Locker Lean 2.0: If he sees you leaning against your locker looking tired, he’ll stand behind you and let you lean back against him so you don’t have to support your own weight. He'll do this thing where he'll wrap his arms around you head and let you lay your head against his chest, shielding you from everyone else.

The Pajama Enforcer: This man will buy you the most ridiculous, fuzzy socks or oversized hoodies just so you’re "properly equipped" for your next nap. He gets that grin on his face whenever he sees you wearing the socks or hoodie.

The Public Display of Sleep: Stu has no shame. He will let you sleep on his lap in the middle of the school courtyard, glaring at anyone who walks by too loudly. He strokes your head mindlessly.

The Wake-up Prank: Stu really can’t help himself. He’ll sometimes put a single Cheeto on your nose while you’re asleep just to see how long it stays there when you wake up. He thinks it's hilarious. That little glare you get when you finally wake up makes it all worth it.

Billy Loomis aka The Intense Protector: Billy is usually high-strung and brooding, so your ability to just shut down fascinates him. He finds a sense of peace in your stillness that he can’t find anywhere else.

The Silent Sentinel: If you fall asleep in his room, he’ll stop whatever he’s doing and just watch you. Not in a creepy way (mostly), but because it’s the only time the world feels quiet to him.

The Hair Stroke: He’s very tactile when you’re asleep. He’ll slowly run his fingers through your hair, tracing your features with a look of uncharacteristic softness.

The Shadow Protector: If someone tries to wake you up in the library or lounge, Billy will give them a look so cold they’ll turn around and walk the other way without a word.

The Heavy Blanket: Billy likes the weight of you. If you’re napping, he’ll often lay his arm or his whole torso over you, anchoring you down.

The Jacket Transfer: The second you start shivering in your sleep, his jacket is off and draped over you. He likes the way you smell like him when you wake up.

The Low-Tone Conversations: He’ll talk to you while you sleep..sharing things he’d never say while you’re awake. It’s his way of venting without the vulnerability of a response.

The Grumpy Wake-up: He’s not a morning person either. If you’re both tired, he’ll just pull the covers over both of your heads and ignore the world until noon. Man will find a way to block the light from the window.

The Study Session Sabotage: If he sees you struggling to keep your eyes open over a textbook, he’ll just take the book away. "Go to sleep. I'll tell you what happened in Chapter 4 later."

The Car Ride Sanctuary: He’ll drive the long way home just so you can get another twenty minutes of sleep in the passenger seat. He drives much smoother when you're knocked out.

Warnings: +18 content, possessiveness, manipulation, obsession, yandere tendencies in some, unhealthy relationships, dark content, canon-typical violence, all characters in this work are portrayed as 18 or older.

Characters: Michael Myers, Chucky, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Patrick Bateman, Hannibal Lecter, Vincent Sinclair, Jason Voorhees, Leatherface, Art The Clown, Jason Dean, Alex DeLarge, Kurt Kunkle, Brahms.

Michael Myers

7/10

He's not really that protective. Too wrapped up in his own business. However, if someone thinks hurting you is a good idea, they're very wrong. He doesn't like his toys to have other people's marks on them, so he'll defend you. He won't let anyone hurt you physically. However, he'll be a zero with emotional damage; if someone bothers you like that, you'll have to specifically ask him to do something against that person. He will do it if you ask him to, but he'll prioritize his own victims.

Chucky (Human Version)

5/10

Much more protective than his doll version. At this stage, Charles was much more impulsive, so if someone hurts you in the slightest, that person will get into quite a bit of trouble. If you complain about someone and they're not really a threat to you, he'll just belittle your concerns, but at least he'll accompany you to pay that person a visit, but his goal is entirely selfish. He doesn't do it for you; he does it because he wants to see you in action.

Billy Loomis

9/10

Extremely protective. He's all over you; he doesn't want anyone to ever hurt you. He'll do whatever it takes to make sure no one ever bothers you again. He keeps people away from you who could be a potential threat and keeps you away from people he doesn't like. He doesn't get all the points, as there will be a couple of times he won't defend you because he's mad at you and wants to show you that you're absolutely helpless without him. He'll let you suffer for a moment and come to your rescue. Your eyes of gratitude are priceless…

Stu Macher

7/10

Listen, he could do better. But he'll be pretty careless. He'll protect you if you're in danger, but if it's less serious situations, he'll overlook it, especially if it's at a party. However, if there's something that's stuck in his mind, he'll get rid of it as soon as possible and won't say anything to you. If you dare to ask him questions, he'll make you feel like you're a fool and change the subject. You learn not to ask him anything. If you specifically ask him to get rid of someone for you, he'll do it; you don't even have to explain why. But he'll expect more from you in return.

Patrick Bateman

10/10

Listen, he is, but for selfish purposes. First, you have to be valuable to him. Make him understand that you genuinely like him and can be the person he wants (you don't even have to be; you just have to follow his demands). Then, he'll protect you and show you that he's that man who can take care of you all the time, to the point that you can leave everything in his hands. If you let your guard down and give him his role as protector and provider, he'll be protective and take care of you. However, depending on him so much can't be all good.

Hannibal Lecter

6/10

He's protective about the typical topics. If someone wants to hurt you, he's there. If someone wants to hurt you in any way and in any field, he's there. However, he's not when he feels he can take advantage of your reaction. If someone does something bad to you and he feels that it will bring out your bad and dark side, he'll let it happen. He wants to see both sides of you, both the good and the bad. If you're not a person who shows both sides, he'll bring out the one that suits him. He'll play with your mind, make you dependent on him.

Vincent Sinclair

7/10

Pretty good, actually. New outsiders will arrive, and he'll get rid of anyone who plans to play with you in any way. He's quite protective of you and doesn't want to see you with any scratches. However, he'll do little to nothing if it's his brother. It's not that Bo wants to do something to you constantly, but if he's disobeyed, he likes to punish so that people continue to go down the right path. I don't think Vincent would defend you from something like that; the most he'll do is try to comfort you afterwards.

Jason Voorhees

10/10

They don't play with him, and they don't play with you. It's that simple. Everything is a threat to you, so he tries hard to keep you away from everyone. Literally everyone. His level of protection goes beyond obsession and possessiveness. It's absolutely not healthy what he does, but at least you can enjoy total peace of mind. No one bothers you, because there are no people who can do that. And if there are, they don't last long. Of course, you shouldn't talk about anyone and much less go to places that don't have his approval.

Leatherface

7/10

It's the same dynamic as with Vincent. He'll protect you if it's someone outside. He'll go crazy if they hurt you. If someone insults you, he'll get revenge. He won't let anyone get away with you in any way. But if it's his family, it'll be too hard for him, and even if he wanted to intervene, he won't. Your duty is to get along with his family and not bother them. If they start attacking you, he will not be able to defend you, as they will always be more important than anyone else. He will feel quite frustrated if they do not accept you.

Art the Clown

4/10

He's not protective at all. But he will kill them all. Yes, all of them. So probably among those victims there are people who hurt you, who you don't like, and who made you feel bad. But make no mistake, he's not doing it for you. He's doing it for himself and for his satisfaction. If you're in danger, he will kill the person who is hurting you, but I insist that it's not out of a protective instinct. He does it because he likes to see the suffering of others. If Vicky from the third movie insults you, he will laugh with her. But if he's not in the mood, he will look at her with annoyance. It all depends on his mood. Now, she can't hurt you. No. That's only allowed for him.

Jason Dean

10/10

Yes. It doesn't matter if they're together or not. He won't put you in danger, and all those who hurt you will suffer the consequences. The slightest taunt from a person could be fatal. Seriously, this guy is a real danger. You could tell him you're tired of someone, and you'll both be making a plan to get back at that person, and he'll go all the way with it. He'll expect you to be happy and content afterwards, to share his mood basically. If you're not, he won't do anything, but he'll be disappointed. And he'll show it.

Alex DeLarge

10/10

He is. But let me explain. He'll do this to make you dependent on him and see him as your only salvation. He'll be extremely manipulative, but it will still get you into his trap. You could literally be untouchable. He won't let other men hurt you or let his filthy hands touch what's his. He'll get revenge on anyone who thinks entering your home is a good idea. If a person bothers you in any way, no matter how small, he'll let them know what it means to mess with you. But make no mistake, Alex is controlling, and he'll expect you to obey him. In everything.

Kurt Kunkle

8/10

Pretty good actually. He got tired of no one seeing him, so he started freaking out. If someone disrespects you, he'll think they're disrespecting him, and he'll attack. If a person thinks touching you is okay, then Kurt will think it's a dig specifically at him. He'll think he's being told he's weak, insignificant, and invisible, and he'll start losing control. After that thing, he'll berate you a bit and blame you for stupid things. Praising him might work.

Brahms

10/10

- subspace peeta (sexual or not tbh) that almost acts like therapy after the hijacking

- peeta likes being submissive because he doesn’t trust his own decisions to not hurt her, while katniss could absolutely not be vulnerable enough to let loose in a submissive role

- they’re never rough with eachother, it brings back far too much hurt and sorrow to be pleasurable after everything they went through. They’re each other’s peace and the gentleness extends to the bedroom

- even though katniss takes on a more dominant role she’s adamant they have a thorough safe word system in place because she is also terrified of hurting peeta

- this dynamic acts as a healing point for peeta and it takes a lot more out of katniss (in a release she definitely needs poor girl) so he’s the one providing aftercare most of the time

- sometimes it gets to be too much for one or both of them and when it stops they like to go sit outside, quiet but holding hands.

- it definitely took them a while to figure this out for themselves and establish this dynamic as peeta probably feels that he needs to adopt a more masculine provider type role (FALSE)

- they definitely have a few “real or not real” moments, asking if he’s safe, if she loves him, or even if he gets too into it if he’s feeling where her hands are properly

So he forces reader to leave and he glares at Leon one last time before leaving, and soon eventually when carlos won a sports game and he takes reader to his house to celebrate(sexy times 😝) but surprisingly the loser nerd leon is there and carlos basically shows leon what he's missing and fucks reader, like full flexing and mocking leon while leon cucks and reader begs for leon to come over and join and leon does and is revealed to have an equally big dick as carlos and it's just them both topping reader because leon also won an academic trophy or smth, anyways i hope this is okay with you and your rules! If not feel free to ignore this and i hope you have a great day/night!

Id be honoured to do this request twin🥹❤️‍🩹✌️

Pair: loser!Leon x cheerleader m!reader x popular!carlos

A/n: nothing.

Warnings!!: bottom!reader, bullying, rimming(reader receiving), mocking, cock sucking, belly bulgesub-top!Leon, Dom-top!Carlos, etc.

Genitals called: boy cunt, pussy, hole, dick.

Carlos observes his boyfriend with sharp eyes, groaning to himself ad he watches how his pretty boyfriend stares at the school loser from across the cafeteria, glaring at the same guy his pretty but dumb boyfriend looks at, what the fuck does that fucking loser have that he doesn’t? Carlos is tall, he’s hot, he has a huge dick, AND he’s popular.

But his himbo ass boyfriend still chooses to put all his time and effort into staring at that mutt.

Muttering under his breath about how he wants to beat the shit out of that guy, the same guy his boyfriend is staring at doing his homework whilst other college kids start throwing their food at him from behind his head.

Carlos gets up from his seat, his other friends getting up to follow him but he tells them to piss off, grabbing his boyfriends wrist and dragging him out the cafeteria, his pretty himbo yelping as he asked him a question that obviously flew right over Carlos’s head.

He gives leon a final glare which made leon quiver back into his seat and look away immediately.

After a successful game Carlos decided to celebrate at his house..just him and his hot ass boyfriend having hard and amazing sex alone, thinking of it made him hard immediately and he couldn’t wait to go home with his baby boy.

Carlos pushes the door open with his foot, he lifts hid boyfriend up by his ass, his legs wrapping around Carlos’s waist to steady himself up, Carlos wraps his arms around the boy, his tongue making its way between his bfs soft lips, as he was shoving his tongue in his bfs mouth he hears a soft cough. opening his eyes he sees that loser Leon in his house. Bringing his bf close to him as he glares at Leon.

“Oh right..you’re here.”

Leon blushes as he rubs his legs together, Carlos walks past him, pushing his pretty boy inside the bedroom whilst pulling Leon in with them. Leon gets pushed on a chair while Carlos pins his boyfriend to the bed, basically ripping off his tight short shorts along with his underwear, hearing the small protest from his pretty boyfriend only made him more determined.

“Watch.”

he said while spreading his bfs cheeks, spitting on his soft pink hole then diving in, eating out his boy like there was no tomorrow while Leon whined and whimpered like a kicked pup. Leon fantasising those loud moans from that pretty boy, thinking how he would sound if his cock was ramming inside that boy cunt of his..

Carlos spits on his dick, stroking it and smearing his saliva all over his cock, giving it a few more strokes before he slams his cock inside his boyfriends pussy, groaning loudly with huge gruff s, his balls slapping against his ass as he mercifully rams into his pretty boyfriend like a fucking bear.

Pre wetting Leons pants as he stares at how Carlos cock is spreading your cunt so easily, Leons cock twitches painfully in his briefs just begging and crying for a hole to fuck, Carlos pulls out, climbing on the bed and slapping his tip on readers lips, he opens his mouth and Carlos doesn’t waste time to shove his fat cock down Readers throat, deepthroating Carlos cock so easily, Reader whines muffled out to Leon to, his hole clenching around nothing .

Leon fixes his glasses as he stares at reader. Leon sees the desperation in the pretty boys eyes and couldn’t contain himself. He almost rips his jeans trying to get his cock out, pulling his briefs down made his cock spring out, his tip slapping against his belly as it stands tall and proud, almost an inch bigger than Carlos’s cock.

Carlos whistles softly and grins, pushing his fingers inside his stupid boys tight pussy, spreading him and presenting readers ass to Leon, Leon walks slowly to reader, his big hands gently holding onto the boys hips, his tip pressing against his pink rim as he pushes in slowly, his eyes almost hit the back of his head just sinking his cock inside readers tight hole.

Leon somehow manages to push all of himself inside of reader, reader developing a huge bulge on his tummy, reader moans against Carlos cock, the vibration makes Carlos moan out and thrust into reader even harder, Leon bottoms out, pulling out slowly, reader whines as he feels Leons cock slide against his walls, Leons tip pressed once again against readers hole then slamming aggressively back inside earning another loud moan from reader.

Reader crying softly, every time Leon fucks into him Carlos cock gets shoved back down his throat, Leon thought to himself, this day couldn’t get any better. Oh boy was he wrong, Carlos grabs reader, he lays on his back and rests reader against his chest, spreading readers ass and pushing his tip inside.

“What are you waiting for? Squeeze in.”

Leon understood the assignment, towering over reader and Carlos, his cock pushed inside sliding against Carlos’s dick, both men squishing reader like a sandwich, The pretty boy is completely stupid on cock. His hips twitch and his cock seeming to burst but never does, Carlos starts moving his cock in and out, Leon follows right after as they both start slamming their cocks inside of the completely helpless boy.

Carlos grips onto readers ass, his hip stuttering and pushing into the poor boys abused pussy, Leon is even closer than Carlos, a few more thrusts and the fucked out himbo is now filled with 2 different dna. His legs shaking as he cums right after them both.

Heavy breathing and soft moans coming from all three of them, Carlos and Leon has their hands gripping on the pretty boy.

Reader is already fucked out, his abused hole gushing out huge loads of cum, already passed out from the rough fucking, both Carlos and Leon glare at eachother but they let it slide since they had just gotten the best sex in their entire life, and it came with a hot pretty himbo! Its a win win.

Hannigram/ Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham x Teen!reader

Summary: Hannibal and Will host a small dinner party between themselves, a work friend and her family. But with Will and Hannibal, there’s no such thing as a happy ending.

TW! Drugging, Delulu Hannibal, mention of blood, mention of vomit(not detailed)

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“Do we have to eat with them?” Your father groaned to your mother as he parked the car next to the house.

“Yes. They’re my friends and it’s not everyday we get to eat out.” Your mother snapped back. She opened her car door and stepped out slowly, brushing down the creases in her dress.

With a heavy sigh, you opened your car door and followed your mother to the small, metal gate at the front of the garden. The silky darkness of night preventing any greenery to show over the bars, causing the grey stone path ahead to be hard to navigate.

You held onto your mother’s arm as she stumbled forward in her heels. “It would be great to have my husband walk me to the front door. Not my child.” She scoffed bluntly.

“Walk yourself. You’d nag at me the whole way anyways.” Your father retorted, trailing behind. He passed your mum a bottle of wine, practically shoving it into her arms.

Your mother fixed her hair before pressing the doorbell. A pleasant ring echoed behind the tall door and soon after the door creaked open.

“Y/M/N, Hannibal and I are so happy you could make it.” The man smiled as he stepped aside to allow your family to enter, taking the bottle of wine from your mum with a small thank you. He shook your fathers hand before guiding you all to the lounge. They’re house was big. Bigger than yours or any house you had been in before. It had room after room all the way down the hall, with a big staircase at the end. Each wall had something on it, either art or a clock. No family photos or honeymoon pictures. Just rich art or an old clock.

The man sat down beside your dad, although while speaking to your parents his eyes were tracked on you. Eventually he looked away to address all of you, “Hannibal’s in the kitchen at the moment, hopefully he’ll be through in a second to greet you.”

And, as if it were rehearsed, who you assumed was Hannibal waltzed through the doorway. He dried his hands off with a towel before throwing it over his shoulder. “Y/M/N, I’m so glad you could come. Good to see you as well, Y/F/N, have you been doing better since our last appointment?”

Your father rolled his eyes and made himself comfortable on a leather sofa before answering, “Yeah yeah, I’ve been doing great.”

You looked towards your mother, noticing how her gaze lingered on Hannibal, her eyes taking in every inch of him. She never looked at your dad like that.

Yikes.

Hannibal narrowed his eyes and stared at your father for a moment too long, as if he was analysing him, before reverting his gaze to you. “You must be Y/N. Your father speaks of you often.”

“All bad, I assume.” You joked, offering the man a small smile.

He hummed at your joke, returning the smile. “Well, I’m sorry to cut this short but I have to get back to work. Y/F/N, would you care to help me?” His gaze darted back to your dad.

Begrudgingly, your father stood up and sauntered over to Hannibal, presumably to follow him into the kitchen.

“So, Y/N,” the other man began, “your mother tells me you’re heading down the same path as her. Studying to be a criminal psychologist too?”

You gently nodded, “That’s what I’m hoping for.”

A somber silence fell between the three of you until your mother spoke up and sparked a conversation which you had no interest in. Something about Abel Gideon’s attack or whatever.

After half an hour of boring conversation and staring at the ceiling, Dr Lecter called all of you through to the dining room. That’s how you found out the other man’s name, Will.

You took your seat between Will and Dr Lecter, letting your parents sit together. The adults began chatting about work and life and God knows what else. All of it was boring.

While you were poking and prodding at the fish on your plate you heard your name be muttered by Dr Lecter. Your head shot up in his direction.

“What do you think?”

A soft blush burned your cheeks as you bashfully stated, “I’m really sorry but I haven’t been paying attention.”

He chuckled softly before asking what you thought of the food. To which you only gave compliments, not wanting to upset him. Dr Lecter smiled softly, thanking you, before turning back to speaking with your parents.

Throughout the numerous courses Dr Lecter brought out, you slowly began to feel more and more sick and tired, to the point where you felt your eyes rolls back in your head and your stomach churn and ache.

You gently placed your fork on your plate and leaned back in your chair, immediately gaining attention from Will who nudged you.

“You okay, kid?” His face strewn with worry.

Sweat dripped down your brow as you nodded sharply, “Yeah, no, I’m fine. I’m just tired.”

“Well, we have a guest bedroom upstairs that we would be more than happy to let you borrow.” Dr Lecter chimed in.

“No it’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

“We insist.”

After that you had no say in wether you went or not. Will slowly guided you up the stairs and down the hall, at points he was pausing to make sure you were fine.

You always said you were fine despite your migraine making your vision blurry and your feet feeling numb. Once you reached the top of the stairs, you fell into Will and luckily he caught you, picking you up before you could try to stand again. You would have been so embarrassed if you hadn’t been feeling this bad.

The walk to the spare bedroom was tedious. Time felt as if it had slowed down to taunt you- to make sure you felt every second of pain.

Finally, Will reached the room. The door creaked open and the light flickered on. Through your blurry vision you almost thought it was your room at home. Same bed frame, wardrobe, vanity, dresser- all of it was identical. Maybe you were just being crazy. Maybe this was your brain trying to comfort you and make you see a place that makes you feel safe.

He gently placed you down on the bed, making you sit up to the best of your ability while he took off your shoes so the sheets didn’t get muddy. He then pulled back the duvet and let you fall onto the pillow, immediately falling asleep. He smiled, softly brushing hair out of your face before stepping out of the room and turning off the lights.

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A loud crash abruptly woke you up, jolting you upright. A sense of dread washed over you as you peeled back the covers and slowly navigated your way to the thin line of light emerging from the frame of the door.

A shiver racked down your spine as the cold, hard wooden floors touched your feet.

Each step on the floor creaked under the weight of you. The loudness made you worried that the wrong person could hear and come to get you.

They were probably just watching a movie, you reasoned with yourself, trying to think of any logical explanation while feeling like something was watching you.

The abyss like darkness which awaited you at the bottom of the steps was the worst. That feeling of dread set in faster and harder as you stepped into the nothingness that called out for you.

Trying to find a way around this house felt impossible. You felt like a rat trapped in a maze trying to find its reward, and your rat race reward could only be freedom.

You crept into the kitchen, then the dining room, then the lounge, flicking on the lights as you did. Each one you were wary about entering, that dread in your stomach building up more and more.

And when a hand clasped your shoulder, you felt like crying out. You spun around, pushing the hand away and stumbling to the plush, carpeted floor. Looking up, you saw the slim and shadowed figure of one of your hosts for the evening,

Will.

Your eyes widened as you heard him call out for Hannibal. Quickly, you scrambled to your feet and made a mad dash for the closest exit, accidentally bumping into something.

Something whose chest rose and fell with each heavy heaving breath, something which grabbed you and pulled you close, something that glistened with sweat and blood in the bright white moonlight from out the old windows.

“It’s alright, Mischa..” Hannibal sighed, holding you against him, “You’re safe now.”

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02:03 Saturday, 10th of August 2024

10/8/24

AN- this is low-key shit, but I kinda like the idea. I just don’t think I could write it well.

Also, three hours ago it was my birthday 🥳🥳🦅

Hannigram x teen!reader

Summary: On their walk home, Y/N decides to help a cute couple with directions to a nearby hotel. However, this act of kindness is proof that what goes around does not come back around.

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The bus screeched to a halt on an empty back road less than a mile away from your house. Your shift was finally done and you could relax until the cycle repeated tomorrow. A meek ‘thank you’ slipped from your mouth as you walked off the bus, a small smile on your lips as you turned your music up.

Gently bopping your head to the tune, you made your way across the road, lifting a hand to silently thank the car that had stopped to let you cross. The clouds slowly drifted across the navy sky, small specks of light tucked themselves behind the clouds then peeked back out as the obstructions moved along. The moon shone down and illuminated the wide road and dusty trail you stood on, the outlines of trees cast onto the ground below you.

God, it was beautiful.

Despite how eerie it was, it was beautiful.

The road seemed calm tonight, usually it was busy because it was a way to get to the city you just came from. Not tonight.

Thank god.

As you continued to walk down the path, cars whizzing past you at a million miles per hour, you couldn’t help but feel a small creeping sensation that something was wrong.

Something was going to be wrong.

But, for some strange reason, you ignored it. Why you ignored, you had no idea why you did, but you did.

You kicked up dirt as you walked, loving the way it looked on the ground, dancing in the gentle breeze. That gut feeling plagued you, growing more and more until-

“Hi, excuse me?”

A soft voice made you peel off your headphones, letting them fall to your neck, and look over to the road. You planted your feet and settled your eyes on the man who was still rolling down his car window.

You stepped slightly closer and put your hands in your pockets. “Can I help you, sir?”

The man was thin and pale, his features hardly in the poor light of the car. The man wore a flannel shirt and dark jeans, a brown belt holding them up. He had brown, curly hair that draped over his forehead, he had a button nose and slightly stubble. The man cleared his throat and gave a small smile, “Me and my husband were wondering if you could give us directions to hotel…hotel…Hannibal, what was the hotels name again?” The man turned to the man sat beside him.

“Cecilia. Hotel Cecilia.” The man’s husband, Hannibal, gave a thin lipped smile as he spoke to his partner. His husband looked older than him, not by a lot but enough to see the difference. He had mostly grey hair with spots of brown sprinkled about, his eyes were a hazel colour, his nose arched up in the middle but it suited him. He wore a clearly rich and tailored suit; red with a black pattern stitched into it, a black shirt and a red tie.

You listened as the man thanked his husband and turned back to you. Thinking as fast as you could, you tried to remember the way there. Then it clicked. A gentle grin slipped onto your lips as you spoke, watching the man in the drivers seat take a mental note of everything you had said. As you stopped, you looked back at the road, the headlights were the only thing stopping the inky blackness from enveloping the car and you. It was going to be such a trek and your parents wanted you home by ten.

“Thank you so so much.” The man said, “We would’ve used our phones but they’ve both gone and died, thanks to our luck.”

You chuckled along with the man’s slight attempt at a joke. “It’s no problem, I’m happy to help.”

A few thoughts ran through the man’s mind before he stopped thinking and said the first thing we could think of:

“Do you want a ride?”

That feeling crept up your spine, making you feel queasy. As nice as it was for him to ask it was still odd. You didn’t know them, they didn’t know you. “It’s fine, my house isn’t too far-“

“We insist. We would be lost without you.” The husband chimed in. “And, it is getting late, your parents would want you home, wouldn’t they?”

That feeling in your stomach reached the back of your throat, urging you to turn and run. For once, you decided to trust your gut feeling-

“Thank you but I’m alright.” Politely, you stepped away from the car and turned to keep walking. The men shared a look then looked back at you as you began to walk away.

You heard the engine stall before starting, then they took off down the road and that was the last you saw of them.

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Around twenty minutes later, your trail lead you in front of a gas station. The neon lights from each sign shone onto the bleak road, painting it in hues of orange, green and white. The pale light reflected off of car windows and side view mirrors, hitting your eyes sharply.

You hadn’t drank anything in a while, plus you would have to wait an extra ten minutes to heat up your dinner when you got back home so what’s the big deal with a quick snack stop?Glancing away, you tried to check for oncoming cars and, luckily, there was nothing. Then you crossed the gravel, eventually reaching entrance to the gas station.

A satisfying ding announced your arrival to the pimply clerk behind the counter who gave you a less than enthusiastic look. Ignoring him, you browsed the aisles, trying to find anything that would be easy to eat and drink on the go. You swore to yourself; no sandwiches, no fiddly wrappers or bottle caps, just easy to open things.

Needing to keep yourself awake, you bought yourself an energy drink then you made your way over to the snack aisle which stood in front of the main entrance. As you scanned over your options, the bright, white headlights outside blinded you. Although it was a minor inconvenience, you scowled at the car, still unable to see who was driving, and internally swore at them for their accidental action.

After finally deciding on a snack, you walked over to the counter and placed your things down. You slipped your headphones down and around your neck, music paused, casting an odd silence which was subtly interrupted by the radio station which echoed from the broken speakers.

The cashier huffed and scanned the items slowly, as if even the thought of doing his job was strenuous. Your eyes wandered back out the window, tuning out the cashier slightly as your eyes scanned over the few cars that were refuelling, one was the car those two men had driven earlier.

That’s odd.

Didn’t they go flying up the road? How were they here at the same time as you if they did?

The clicking of the cashier’s fingers snapped you back to reality. “Sorry.” You mumbled halfheartedly, scrambling to grab the money from your pocket. In the midst of the scramble, you tried to pick up your drink, only for it to fall and burst on the floor. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry, d’you want me to-“

The cashier sighed loudly, “No, it’s fine. I’ll get it.” Then he walked to the back, returning with a wet floor sign in hand. You listened subtly as an array of swears left his lips as he slammed the sign onto the floor and trudged over to the drink aisle, grabbing another of the same drink for you.

As this happened, and while your mind was distant from your body, the same satisfying ding rung out again. When your mind finally snapped back, you registered that someone had walked in and you glanced over your shoulder.

Then you saw them.

The two men were tall, taller than you thought and taller than you by a mile.

When you realised you were staring, your head whipped back around to the counter, fingers rhythmically tapped against the cool, grey countertop.

As the cashier you had walked back over, another from the back room walked out to help the two men. The moved to the counter beside you, only paying for a bottle of water and their gas. The cashier helping you handed the new drink to you, a forced smile plastered on their face. A small thank you left your lips as you turned and left, avoiding the men at the counter.

The cold night air enveloped you, an unwelcome sensation slivering up your spine. You glanced over your shoulder and watched as the two men walked out the gas station, their silhouettes ominously still, the light from the gas station surrounding them entirely, making them appear ethereal.

That sinking feeling slipped down your throat once again, making you start walking faster. The headlights from the car slowly trailed behind you before catching up and going just fast enough to keep you in the rear view mirror.

Maybe you were just paranoid? Who knows. At this point you were not willing to see if your gut feeling was true.

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Your feet carried you for another fifteen minutes, leaving you with only fifteen more until you reached the safe warmth of your home and the welcoming embrace of your parents.

The turn for your road came eventually, just a small dirt path off the side of the road with pine trees boxing in each side of the road. Quickly, you made the turn, gazing over your shoulder to see if the car had kept driving.

It did.

Despite the relief you felt, that underlying tone of worry had settled in the pit of your stomach. This refused to let you calm, keeping you in a horrible fight or flight state.

As you walked down the road wearily. Your headphones stayed on, helping you tune out some fear you had. Although this worked for a while, the feeling of being watched slipped into the back of your mind. You pushed that thought down, reminding yourself you had ten minutes left until you were home, until you were safe. As hard as you tried, nothing could keep this feeling down.

Suddenly, as if out of your control, you whipped your head around. Your face dropped.

There, following you from behind, was that car, it’s headlights turned off. You hadn’t heard the engine over your music. Then the car stopped, your heart sank. Their doors opened and the men stepped out, slowly making their way over to you cautiously, as if trying to keep an animal calm. Every step the men took was calculated, deciding what would keep you from freaking out and doing something drastic.

Nothing could at this point.

You took off down the road, leaping over potholes and racing through puddles. Your clothes were ruined and you were freezing.

With trembling hands, you reached for your phone, your legs moving as fast as they could. The sound of the men’s footsteps grew louder amongst the sounds of the forest which, despite being a few feet away, sounded so distant over the sound of your heart. Your eyes moved down to your phone screen, hands racing to dial your parents or 911.

In a blur, your phone flew from your hand as your shoe caught on a rock in the road, sending you flying onto your front. You lay there for a minute, your head spinning as you thought about everything. In an instant, you snapped back, getting to your feet, ignoring the stinging pain from your knee.

From then on, you staggered down the road, your injured knee making it neatly impossible to run. That would be your demise.

The heavy weight of a blunt object, you assumed to be a crowbar, smacked against the side of your head, knocking you to the floor and leaving you partially unconscious. The immense feeling of dread spilled up and went out your eyes. Tears flowed down your flushed cheeks as the man got up and flung you into his arms, holding you against his chest, his firm hands cracking your head as if it were fine china.

“Will,” the man spoke, his voice smooth due to his prominent accent, “do you believe they will suffice?”

The other man, Will, paused and walked over, tracing a gentle hand over your face, his palm lingering on your chin as he began to brush away stray tears. “Certainly more flighty than the last one but we can deal with that later, wouldn’t want our child escaping us first thing.”

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Finished Saturday October 5th 2024, 03:14.

Anyways, to the actual plot,,

So like Reader would be at the video store, looking for some horror movies to binge later since finals week just got done. So what better way to relax, right ?? It'd be pre-movie, so none of the murders have happened except Maureen. (Btw Reader would totally be wayyy into horror movies, like maybe a little cause for concern ?? Matching the same freak as the two)

Stu and Billy aren't exactly friends with Reader, acquaintances at best. Mostly because Stu would likely poke fun at reader. The two have an interest in him and decide to try to join in Readers binge since they spotted him at the store. Reader might even be friends with Randy too since he frequents so much.

And let's say Reader does accept the two coming over and they end up being intimidated by the dog. Obviously you could add whatever, and sorry for it being so lengthy !!

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「 MAN’S BEST FRIEND ! 」 . . . 📂

scream : billy loomis & stu macher x male reader

imagine the reader being Heartslabyul’s bunny beastman, he’s super anxious all the time and constantly tapping his foot if not obsessively keeping track of the time he has between his classes.

reader is such a good rule follower though and a SNITCH for Riddle because those ears are just too good at hearing rulebreakers!!!! sure his constant need to keep moving might have him breaking a few rules himself every now and again, but that’s inevitable given all the rules Riddle enforces!

I’m on my hands and knees begging for some hcs of this pleaseeeeeee you can totally add some nsfw headcanons too if the inspiration gets you :3

🩷RIDDLE X MALE!BUNNY!READER.

Thank you for the creative request, I had fun writing it! (^∧^)/

🍓RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

🍰Riddle admired your commitment to rules and perfect timing, often using you as an example student. He found the way your face lit up at your mention leaving his lips adorable and that was the start of his crush.

🍰Overtime when he grew fonder he started to worry over your health as you where constantly anxious and on edge. He found keeping baby carrots on his person useful as you'd have an outlet to take your stress on.

🍰He deeply appreciates the way you follow his rules. To him you're what heartslabyul is about! He can always count on you to follow orders exactly the way they where given.

🍰In a school full of rule breakers you are the one good constant variable. Often times he will entrust tasks on you believing you're the only one who could complete his orders fully and in the correct way.

🍰It didn't takes time before he started noticing the way you'd hop towards him all eager to tell him about the latest mischief executed by the dorm members, ears perked to soak up all his praise.

🍰He'd reward you for every tattle tale with head pats, kisses, and ofcourse dessert.

🍰He's much more lenient with you whenever you break a rule, after all you are such a star student he can overlook the little mishap here and there. The most you'll get out of him is a stern talking.

🍰If a dorm member dares to point out how he's showing clear bias he'll be quick to diminish the thought offended they'd ever question the queen decisions. A punishment would a 100% take place courtesy of the offending student.

𝐎𝐑 : overblot boys with a male!lolita!reader

Requested by @suagoonette

percy was apollo's ex and therefore was somewhat will's step dad. at first, will doesn't quite approve of his dad dating his nurse, but will and percy become close especially after apollo dies in an accident.

yrs later, enter will's bf, nico, who gets into an accident and needs to recover so will then 'entrusts' his bf in percy's capable hands.

He just works for so many things!

I know most people headcannon him as a teacher when growing up (normaly to stay at nrc if yuu returns. They aren't a thing in my au)

I went through a lot of ideas before picking thrse two. One of them was being on the magic council which could still work that's like a part time gig or even a government official for relations between nations. Anyway,

What are your head cannons I love to hear them!

I was wondering if you could do a request please. So,Hannigram x male reader in which the reader is kleptomaniac,so he feels the continue urge to steal items even if they aren't needed,and is actually very good at stealing from others,and so reader will sometimes just randomly steal things from them too,like their wallet from their pocket without them even noticing and then be like "here's your wallet love" and hand it back at the most random times. Idk why but I find this idea extremely funny.

Thank you very much and love from Italy❤❤❤

STICKY FINGERS

AWWW, sending back the love. I've always wanted to visit Italy, but I'll just keep daydreaming. Anyway, I love the idea. Added some comedic elements since I wanted this to be lighthearted and the reader is also playful ontop of being a kleptomaniac. Hope you enjoy!

PAIRING: Hannigram x Male Reader

The compulsion always came at the worst possible times. It didn’t matter if you were curled up on the couch with Will and Hannibal or standing in the middle of Hannibal’s dining room while he poured wine—the itch to steal something sparked in your fingertips until you just had to do it.

Will was usually the easiest target. He walked around in a fog, thoughts caught up in half-formed images and intuition, rarely noticing what was happening right in front of him. Which was how you ended up standing in front of him one quiet evening, dangling his wallet between two fingers.

“Looking for this, love?” you asked, tone casual.

Will blinked. Then blinked again. His hand instinctively slapped at the back pocket of his jeans, the realization dawning too slowly for his liking. “I—what—how the hell did you…?”

You only grinned, slipping the leather wallet back into his hand as though it were a love token rather than proof of your kleptomania. Will groaned, muttering something about needing to keep his things in a locked safe if he ever wanted to see them again.

Hannibal, on the other hand, was not so easily fooled. He prided himself on attentiveness—on watching you with that razor sharp gaze, cataloguing every twitch of your fingers, every gleam of mischief in your eyes. And yet you still found ways around him.

It started with a dare to yourself. Hannibal was buttoning his cufflinks one morning before an appointment, his watch glinting under the light. You could practically hear it calling you. Hannibal, as if sensing the thought, gave you a slow smile.

“Don’t,” he murmured, voice velvet-wrapped steel. “You will not succeed.”

You raised your brows innocently. “Oh? Is that a challenge?”