May I Make A Hannibal X Reader Request Where The Reader Washes Hannibal’s Hair And Styling It The Way

Reborn From Ashes

Summary; Two lost souls find each other. Will they become the cure that they were looking for? Will they help each other or walk away?

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston X Reader

Genre: Romance. There will be smut in the future ;))

Warnings: Panick but sweet at the end ;)

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Chapter 2

Young girl shut sher door, she was out of breath because she was angry and decided to walk to her home. Y/N rested her forehead on the door, after few seconds and deep breaths she managed to calm herself.

She sat on her chair, she was tired. Well, even the slightest interaction drained her energy these days. She walked to her little kitchen and prepared a sandwich she needed to start a new project so she put the plate on the tray and walked to her office a.k.a guest room that she turned into an office. She sat on the stool and looked at the empty canvas. A client wanted her to paint a landscape full of flowers so she grabbed her brushes and started to paint.

She realized it was morning when the light shades of orange entered her office, she worked all night and finally finished the painting. She will be paid generously because her client was a rich woman. As usual she noticed that she forget to eat, whenever Y/N was painting she became immune to the outside world. She took an apple from the fridge and walked to her living room. She remembered the notebook and decided to write, the problem was the notebook wasn’t in her bag, she panicked. ‘’Where is it?!’’ she looked everywhere but it was nowhere to be found, she remembered the Café. It was too early to go there so decided to wait, ‘’I will go there and ask the waitress, I’m pretty sure they took it to keep it safe.’’ she talked to herself. 

The deamons in her head started to talk; ‘’What if it was lost?’’

‘‘What if the man you argued took it?’‘

‘‘If it’s the man that means he read what was written, he will think that you are troubled, crazy girl.’‘

She remembered the man, especially his eyes. Eyes like blue stars burning...

She took a hot shower to calm her nerves. Throughout the day she did many things to not deal with the deamons in her head. When the time came she got dressed and went out.

The same feelings surrounded her when she entered the Café. Wamth, sincerity, she felt safe. The same seat was unoccupied so Y/N sat there.

‘‘Ready to order?’‘ the same lovely waitress smiled at her. ‘‘Hi, I... I lost my notebook. I think I left it here.. yesterday. Have you found something like that?’‘     ‘‘No, but I will ask my boss for you.’‘ Y/N ordered a nice tea and a cake.

After few minutes waitress came back, ‘’I’m so sorry Madam but no one found a notebook here.’’ her face fell, ‘’Thank you.’’ she started to panick again, ‘’No! No! This cannot be happening.’’ 

She did that breathing technique to calm down. Y/N took a huge sip from her tea, and watching the snow falling on the street brought smile to her face. She had a pencil so she started to draw something on a napkin, she busy with drawing that’s why she didn’t realize who entered the Café.

‘‘May I sit?’‘ the same British accent filled her ears, Y/N looked up to meet his blue eyes, it was him. ‘‘O- of course.’‘ 

‘‘It is nice to see you here because... I-’‘ he was having trouble speaking, like a child who did something bad and he couldn’t bring himself to look at her, ‘‘Do you have my notebook?’‘ she asked frankly.

‘‘Y- yes. But please don’t get me wrong. I noticed that you left it on the table so I took it to give you back. I, for some reason knew that you would be here... again.’‘ Y/N’S cheeks were heated out of embarrassment ‘‘Can I have it back?’‘

It was on his black coat’s pocket, ‘’Here.’’ she looked at it for a few seconds, scared to open. ‘’Did you read it?’’ and this time his cheeks turned into a light shade of pink, the same colour when she mix red and white paint together.

She smiled like she didn’t care, ‘’It’s okay. I didn’t even write more than three pages.’’  he exhaled the breath he was holding. ‘’Who is Mrs.Smith?’’ and a cold silence fell on the table.

‘‘She is my... psychologist, therapist call it whatever you want. She gave me this to write because I’m not very talkative person.’‘ 

‘‘Oh, I’m so sorry if I overstepped boundaries.’‘ she rolled her eyes, ‘‘Mister, you waltzed on my boundaries yesterday.’‘ he looked like hurt but also amused, ‘’But it’s okay. May I have your name strange man?’’ she could see the shining stars in his blue eyes. ‘’Where are my manners, my name is Tom. Tom Hiddleston.’’      he extended his big hand, ‘’May I have the name of the woman that I waltzed on her boundaries?’’ she couldn’t help but giggle, his name did sound familiar.

‘’My name is Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you Tom.’’ they geld each other’s hands more than few seconds, the waitress came so they had to pull back.

‘’Y/N, Y/N, Y/N a lovely name for a lovely lady. Can I bold and ask you something?’’  she was playing with her cake, ‘’Yes?’’

‘‘As you know I’ve read your journal, so why did you think that I would hate you?’‘ Tom at first didn’t want to read the journal but than curiosity got the best of him and he found himself on his couch, sipping his tea and reading it. He felt really bad for reading it but the darkness which the words carried distracted him. His first question was; ‘‘Why does she hate herself so much?’‘ but he couldn’t ask that, it would be rude.

She kept playing with the cake, Y/N wasn’t a skinny girl but she realized that she was losing weight on a unhealthy way so she tried to finish her cake but failed.

‘‘Well... sometimes I can be hard to deal with.’‘ she tried to avoid his gaze but his aura was too strong. 

For a split second he thought he saw the broken girl in her Y/E/C eyes but she knew how to act happy and fine so she smiled, ‘’Tom, your face tells me that you have more than one question so ask away.’’ her tea got cold but she didn’t mind.

He was surprised, ‘’You don’t have to answer my questions if you don’t want to. I would feel terrible if I hurt you.’’ 

Hurt. Many people hurt her throughout the years but she didn’t say a word, she wasn’t a fighter. The only, reasonable thing she did was to move away and never see them again.

‘‘You can consider this as our first date Tom. Go on, ask.’‘

‘’Date? What the fuck am I talking about?!’’ she sometimes had this habit of not filtering her words. 

‘‘Ehehehe.’‘ the sound of his laughter made her smile sincerely. He noticed the drawing of a snowflake, ‘‘Wow! Did you draw this?’‘ his childish excitement made her chuckle, ‘‘Yes, I’m a painter. It’s my profession.’‘

Tom looked like he was impressed, he fixed his curly hair. He had a straight jaw  line that could cut someone’s finger if touched. 

‘’He is gorgeous.’’     

‘‘I must apologies for my behaviour yesterday. I didn’t want to scare you away, in fact I quite enjoyed our conversation about Stefan Zweig.’‘ his voice was soothing, ‘‘You really don’t have to apologies, I shouldn’t have ran away like that. I also did enjoyed our talk. It isn’t every day that I can talk about books with a man.’‘ he smiled, she could see the little wrinkles around his eyes, it was cute.

‘‘Pardon me but I have to ask, you said it is our ‘’first date’‘ so that means you are... single?’‘ 

‘‘Yes. Do I look like a girl whou would cheat on her man?’‘ she said jokingly. ‘‘No, the opposite, you look loyal... maybe too loyal.’‘ and with that her memories were triggerd. Her eyes were focused on his blue eyes but it was like she wasn’t there. Tom was gone and replaced by her ex abusive fiance, shouting at her and blaming her. ‘‘Y/N? Y/N?’‘ she came to her senses.

‘‘She is hiding her true feelings, but why?’‘ thought Tom. 

The hours went by without even realizing, they shared funny stories, talked about everything and for once in a long time Y/N felt comfortable.

Tom came up with an idea, ‘’We obviously love reading, let’s share our favorite books to each other. After reading them we can share our thoughts. How does that sound?’’  Y/N hesitated for a second, ‘’Mr.Hiddleston, are you trying to invite me to your house?’’ Tom became shy, ‘’Am I that obvious?’’ she laughed. ‘’No, I’m just smart.’’ she thought about his kind and creative offer, ‘’You know what, let’s go!’’

Tom first couldn’t believe it, ‘’R- really?’’ his ocean eyes lit up. ‘’Yes, shall we leave before I lose my interest?’’ 

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Bookworm

Pedro Pascal x Female Reader

One Shot, drabble!

Warnings; None.

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A/N; Sorry for any typos, let me know if you liked it. Stay safe guys. 💛

             Covid didn’t make anything easy for you, especially your college life. After quarantine you were so bored and about to lose your mental health so you decided to visit a library and study there. Thankfully coffee shops and other places were open, you got your coffee and headed to the library. You had an assignment to finish so you sat and opened your laptop and books. You were so focused that you didn’t see or hear a man sitting right in front of you, well he was silent too. You casually decided to look up and around you and saw a tall man sitting and reading a book. He had a small notebook and he was taking notes. He looked too old to be a college student, a professor? You have never seen him in your university, if you had you would’ve know because even though he had a colorful mask on he looked handsome. He had a black shirt and you could see his golden skin color. After studying for hours you wanted to take a break and observe this man. Being in quarantine obviously made you hornier than usual but there was something special about this man. He had his glasses on, and for a second he got distracted and looked up, he had brown eyes, you averted your gaze and looked at the screen of your laptop. Did he notice that you were checking him out? You took a deep breath under your purple mask and kept studying. Later you saw him leave his table he was headed to the bathroom and you had a crazy idea. You ripped off a white piece of paper and wrote; ‘’Would you like to grab lunch after we finished studying?’’ and you draw small boxes that said yes or no. You didn’t forget to add a small smile and before he came back you left it on his table and sat back.

Your heart was beating fast, you have never took a bold action like this one in your entire life but something in you told you to go for it. I mean, the worst case scenarios is he says no and leaves and you never see him again and then you started to wonder what would happen if he were to say yes. You felt your cheeks go red, you were nervous and watching his tall frame coming to settle in his seat didn’t help, you already regretted your decision and wished you could go back in time and keep your nose in your own mess. He noticed the paper, put his glasses on –you thought it was cute- and read it, the edge of his eyes told you that he had a smile, he looked up and saw you. There was no one close to both of you so apparently it was you. He got his pen and choose his answer and then he got up, came to your table, you felt so small under his tall body. He left the paper and placed his hands on the brown table. ‘’Open it.’’ He said and this was the first time you heard his voice, it sounded familiar. Without a word you opened it and it said, ‘’I would love to gorgeous. 😉’’  you looked up to meet his shiny brown eyes, ‘’I will be done in 20 minutes, if that’s okay with you we can leave together?’’ he asked. You were expecting a rejection so you were lost for words, his manly cologne filled your covered nostrils, ‘’I would love that.’’ You replied and hoped he didn’t hear the shaking in your voice. ‘’Good, I’m Pedro Pascal by the way.’’ He extended his hand boldly and then it hit you, he was the Pedro Pascal, the actor one.  ‘’Y/N Y/L/N.’’

‘’Y/N, that’s a unique name.’’ He said and the tone of his voice dripped diablerie, it was charismatic and unusual to you.

‘’Thank you.’’ You managed to say, before someone in the library told you both to shut up he whispered, ‘’See you in 20 minutes.’’ He winked at you andgot back to his table. Today was your lucky day. 

I can turn this into a small series if you want. Let me know 

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Hannibal x reader when Mason Verger gets too close to their young daughter and Hannibal immediately goes into protective dad mode and his daughter immediately doesn’t like Mason. If you want, you can add that the reader is silently proud of their little girl for calling Mason a bad word. @iamcavainna​

Warnings; Mason Verger being a creep. Ew.

Drabble!

A/n; Hi guys! Thank you for this request, I HATE MASON VERGER SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA. Sorry for any typos, enjoy. 

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It was a cold  snowy day in Baltimore, you and your daughter Aldona left home to visit your husband Hannibal. Hannibal got tickets to Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar, he was spoiling you and your daughter like you belong to a royal family and neither of you complained.

Before you had Aldona you and Hannibal spend a lot of years together. You met him on a charity auction years ago, sitting next to each other. He simply turned to you and said how amazing you smelled and he wanted to know your perfume, that was a strange remark, however he made you smile and you had a nice conversation with him during the auction. You didn’t know how but he found your phone number and he insisted on to have you over for dinner and the rest is history. When he got the courage to tell you what he does on his free days he expected you to run for your life and never look back but you listened to him and his family history and how he got here, you cupped his warm cheeks and told him that you didn’t care, for once in his life he was shocked.

After having Aldona he became more passionate, he always said he wanted a daughter and the universe gifted him with Aldona, he wanted to name her and you didn’t say no. He was from Lithuania originally and he didn’t want to name his child a basic American name, it was his child and she had to have a special, unique name. She was a beautiful child and she grew up to be a beautiful young woman, she was 19 and home for the holidays at the moment.  

‘’Your dad has the tickets so we have to visit his office.’’ You simply explained your daughter and drove to your husband’s office. The lights were on, it was close to 9pm so he must be seeing his last patient.  Before you could knock his door it was opened by Hannibal and you saw Mason Verger coming out, you knew him because you met his sister on charity fundraisings, you never liked her brother, Verger family was just weird and they were coming from old money so they probably had a lot of skeletons in their closets. His cold blue eyes made you uncomfortable, ‘’Mrs. Lecter! It is so good to see you.’’ He said rather loudly, you had to smile kindly, ‘’Hello Mason. How are you?’’ even though you didn’t like him you had good manners, ‘’Thank you, thank you,’’ he looked over to see your daughter, ‘’Have we met before Miss?’’ you could see Hannibal’s posture go tight. ‘’No sir.’’ Your daughter said, Mason was much older than your daughter, Hannibal made sure to teach your daughter how to address someone who is older than her, Mason extended his gloved hand, ‘’Mason Verger. I’m sure you’ve heard the name Verger, we’re popular in Baltimore.’’ You wanted to wipe that cocky grin off of his lips. ‘’Unfortunately no, never heard of it.’’ Your daughter coldly said, she crossed her arms and stood next to you, it was a thing she did whenever she was uncomfortable and you gently patted her back.

Hannibal took a step between Aldona and Mason, ‘’If you don’t have anything more to add our session Mason, I would like to leave with my family.’’ His maroon eyes challenged Mason. Mason looked displeased but if he was smart enough to read Hannibal’s face he would leave and never come back. Months ago Hannibal made a mental note to help Margot Verger with the murder of her brother and Mason was pushing his luck right now, his hands were fists and he was trying really hard not to punch Mason. He couldn’t do that in front of his precious daughter.

Mason Verger reached for his pockets and found his business card, ‘’If you need anything give me a call.’’ He said and as he was about to give it to Aldona Hannibal quickly took the card, ‘’If we need anything we will let you know. Have good evening Mason.’’ When Mason left Hannibal threw the card into trash bin, ‘’Shall we leave girls?’’ Aldona jumped to hug her dad, ‘’He was an asshole, thank you dad.’’ Hannibal never liked cursing but her comment made him threw his head back and laugh, you joined them, even though you were happy and laughing you knew what was going to happen to Mr. Verger in the near future.

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The Last of Us

Warnings; Post apocalyptic world, mention of suicide. Men being predatory.

Words; 1.684K

A/N; Hi guys! I've been watching this show and i loved it so far and i want to take you guys on an adventure! Stay tuned for more. Let me know what you think. :) Smut in the future chapters ;)

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Summary; Ever since childhood you had to survive, you were born before the disease so you kinda remembered what was it like, to have a hot shower, clean food etc. You didn’t know what happened to your parents because they were on a vacation and left you with your grandma who passed away during the chaos. You were 10 when it happened, a child who had to be a woman over night. What happens when you are a brink from killing yourself and find purpose again?

Chapter One- Introduction

‘’Hi sweet cheeks.’’ Y/N had to raise her head to meet the man who addressed her in a vulgar way, it was a soldier, she remembered him. Every week he would bring his uniform for a fixing up, she was a seamstress, that was her job in today’s new community. Her salary was few pieces of papers and it wasn’t enough, and this soldier knew that. She just smiled as usual, took the FEDRA uniform, it was obvious that he ripped that space on his own just to see her, ‘’Will be ready tomorrow.’’ FEDRA soldiers’ things had to be taken care of quickly, it was an unwritten law. ‘’Are you free after work?’’ he asked as if he had a chance, ‘’No, maybe next time.’’ She didn’t want to piss anyone off so she always refused with politeness. She knew what happens to the girls who make a huge scene, ‘’Hey! We’re waiting here.’’ The man behind the soldier said aggressively, the soldier turned to the man, ‘’You know I could arrest you for that right?’’ it was a rhetorical question, the man behind the soldier didn’t say anything more and the soldier left few papers on the table for her as money and left.

The man approached, she recognized him immediately. Him and few others were doing the hardest task here, cremation of the infected people. One could smell the smoke and burnt flesh every single day, from morning to night. Maybe that was one of the reasons why she was nauseated every time she woke up, the man was middle aged, he had a worn out green button up shirt, blue jeans that looked older than her, he had a scarf on his neck it looked dusty and as soon as she realized it was the ashes of people he didn’t say anything and his big hand went to his neck to remove it and put it in his pocket, they were having a nonverbal conversation, she smiled, saddest smile he had ever seen in his entire life. Joel came to this seamstress often because he had old clothes –as did everyone- and he needed to keep them intact not because she had pretty eyes and a gentle manner. It was a rare thing in these days to talk to someone who is gentle and kind, a thing he missed the most…

He placed his old jeans, they were two. Joel noticed her eyes leaving his warm brown ones and to the soldier who was standing at the door of the building, ‘’Does he bother you?’’ Joel found himself utter the question in his mind out loud. It was too late now, ‘’Why do you ask?’’ she asked, because this world was cruel and these days if someone were to offer help they also expected a favor in return, with men, that favor usually was a private event and she didn’t want that, even though he was attractive…

Y/N took the jeans and looked at the places she had to fix, he shrugged his shoulders, ‘’Just wanted to help.’’

‘’I can hold my own.’’ She placed the jeans carefully at the back, his wandering eyes travelled on her body when she stood up, she had a long dress which covered her body but it was an old dress and it was obvious that she grew into it. He didn’t say anything else just left, didn’t forget to look at the name tag of that soldier.

She was  a hardworking woman and in order to earn her place in this new society she had to work hard. Under the dim yellow light she kept fixing clothes for hours, till her Y/E/C eyes got blurry and weary, till her hands started to shake. It was late night when she lifted her gaze from that middle aged man’s jeans that she was holding, he seemed nice but she wasn’t sure, this world thought her to be cautious. She finished her job and rubbed her eyes, she could hear the speakers saying something about curfew, she had to be quick to go to her home so she placed the clothes back to the dusty shelves, if she had time she was planning to clean the place but she had to be quick right now. She picked up her backpack and left the shop, her hands were shaking when she was locking up the place because she heard nasty things about what happens when FEDRA soldiers take citizens during curfew.

She threw the keys into her backpack and decided to use the back road to go to her home. Her sneakers were comfortable enough to climb the half broken wall, there was no one, and it was dark. The only source of light was the full moon, she knew it was full moon in Leo, things were intense lately because of it. Her mother and grandmother were into astrology and guided her when she was a child and after the world turned into a huge chaos she was managed to find books about astrology, no one needed books other than wiping their asses but she had a deep thirst for knowledge. She placed her feet to climb the wall when she heard two people talking. She stopped in her movements and focused, two men were talking about something… car battery, and drugs… she wasn’t suppose to be here.

She slowly backed away from the wall and turned, too bad her keys in her backpack made sound, ‘’Wait, someone is here.’’ One of the men said and she ran immediately.

The streets were surrounded by the soldiers, she had to run in the shadows, thankfully she got back to her place before someone saw her. She had to lay on the bed which was placed on the wooden floor to calm her racing heart. Everyday was a struggle, lately she got really bored of things, like she was fed up with the treatment she got, her life and the world’s situation. That ran sparked something in her, a curiosity which died during the night. She thought about suicide many times and those thoughts were occurring a lot more than she wanted. How would she do it? She didn’t have access to medicine so going peacefully wasn’t an option, she thought about jumping from her window, she had no gun so shooting herself also wasn’t an option but she had a lot of knives, and those knives were looking at you from the dusty kitchen counter… she had to clean her place soon. She was proud to say that her flat was the cleanest because she liked keeping things organized and shiny, when her neighbors see her cleaning her floors on her knees they silently judge her but she thinks that even if the world has come to an end there must be some rules to keep a civilized society. Her rules were simple;

Number one, be clean and organized. Always know where things are.

Number two, do not engage in any heated arguments. –she saw a man kill his friend because of disagreement.-

Number three, keep it low, do not attract attention.

Number three was hard to keep because she was a beautiful woman, she got attention from everywhere.

It was almost 3 at night and she had to be awake at 6 so she took off her clothes and slept.

Joel Miller had to be careful walking home, even though the deal he made with that soldier kept him some what safe he couldn’t rely on anyone. He reached his house safe and sound, closed the door silently and poured himself a drink. It was hard for him to sleep so he stood in front of his window and looked at the street, the grass was cracking the roads, the street lamps weren’t working for few days and it gave an almost literary view. His weary brown eyes went to across the street where she stayed. The first time he saw her was when she first transferred here, she was from a QZ where collapsed and there were few survivors, he remembered the day, the doors opened for them, Joel was on a lunch break, it was a sunny day. FEDRA checked them to see if they were infected or not. She was so silent, almost not wanting to attract any attention but it was impossible, he heard two soldiers suggesting disgusting things about her. He rolled his eyes in anger, her hands were in front of her, entwined, head low, eyes fixed on the sand ground. After that first day he kept seeing her, walking back home or leaving, helping elderly, he saw her carrying water to their houses. Whenever Joel heard her soft voice he couldn’t believe it, she was so calm and gentle while speaking that it seemed impossible to him, he even paid attention to caught her say something in anger or even curse but she didn’t she either kept the conversation short with those pervert soldiers or just listen to the person who was talking to her.

Sometimes he would see her getting food from cafeteria, he would unconsciously stand close to her and then realize what he was doing and back off, he didn’t know if she noticed or not but he never liked those men talking to her predatory, all these years he had to suppress his emotions down to survive but whenever he saw her there was this pressure on his chest, as if something is pushing his ribs, he didn’t want to dwell on it and focused on his work, the most devastating and saddest job in the new world. He had nightmares every night, nightmares had variety of scenarios but the theme was the same, death. He already lost his precious daughter and now his brother wasn’t returning his calls, he was hoping for the best but the boney grasp of death was on his thick neck, chocking his words.

He had to get out of here and find his brother before it’s too late but the thought of leaving her behind ate him up at night.

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I just had this random idea which I kinda would find interesting with Hannibal.. Reader and Hannibal are online friends, like both live on totally opposite sides of the World, like reader maybe lives in germany or russia or whatever you want. And Hannibal told her he's a killer and reader doesn't believe it. And they decided that they should meet each other cuz they're really getting along(romantically) and reader comes to hannibal. She then finds out Hannibal wasn't really joking and the rest is kinda up to you. :)

A/N: Hello love! Thank you for the request. Enjoy.

Warnings: Killing.

Her phone buzzed as she was cooking in her apartment in Russia. They were both used to their time difference and learned each others’ habits.

‘’What are you cooking?’’

She sent a quick photo of the stove, she was cooking soup, beef and beet borscht. The color was read, resembling blood, it didn’t bother her.

‘’Darling, If I didn’t know you I’d say you were cooking blood.’’

She laughed at the message, she replied ‘’Not gonna lie, I’ve always wondered the taste of it.’’

After her message, Hannibal raised an eyebrow, could she handle the truth? He wanted to keenly observe her more to see if he could share his secret with her. They have met on an online website and later they shared phone numbers, he even knew her home address, he was sending her gifts every once in a while to surprise her. They got close and Hannibal opened up about his sister’s death and his family dynamics. She also shared her family history. Even though they have never met in person they knew a lot of things about one another. Over the months their friendship started to turn into something else, slight flirtations here and there, Hannibal sending flowers to her work place, which was school. She was a kindergarten teacher who would send photos of her with the kids, he found himself smiling to those photos and he started to save them on a folder he created for her. Every photo she had sent were there, hidden, only for him to look.

She didn’t know how but one day they agreed to meet and Hannibal has always wanted to see Russia. He found himself in front of her door, knocking gently. His palms sweating with excitement.

She opened the door to greet him, she wanted to pick him up from the airport but he said he would get a cab and he already knew the address. ‘’Hannibal..’’ she said with her heart beating at her throat, ‘’Y/N.’’ he said with a calm manner but deep down he was also feeling something, a rush of adrenalin maybe? He wasn’t sure.

Hannibal stayed there for 20 days, Y/N showed him around, made him taste local food and desserts etc. One night, as Hannibal retrieved to his guest room there was a loud knock on the door, he immediately got up from his bed but heard Y/N answered the door, he slowly walked up to his guest room’s door and opened it to hear the conversation or if he needed to step in.

‘’What are you doing here?!’’ she said in an angry tone, the man’s voice replied, ‘’I wanted to see you.’’ He sounded drunk, ‘’Get off me!’’ Y/N said, Hannibal could hear the disgust in her tone and he decided to step out of his room.

‘’Is there a problem Y/N?’’ Hannibal spoke in a calm manner, making sure he stood next to Y/N. He looked at the man before him, tall and blonde man with piercing blue eyes, he had bruises in his face, most likely a trouble maker who belonged to a gang. ‘’No Hannibal-‘’ Y/N’s speech was interrupted by her ex fiancé, ‘’Who the fuck are you?! And what are you doing in my fiancé’s home?!’’ Hannibal was shocked by this knowledge, he didn’t know that Y/N was in a serious relationship before.

‘’Ex fiancé!’’ Y/N corrected.

‘’I believe it is time for you to leave young man. Before something bad happens.’’ Hannibal’s cold tone and demeanor made the guy step back, ‘’I’ll see you later.’’ He said to her and walked away, Y/N closed the door and sighed deeply, ‘’I’m sorry you had to witness that.’’ She felt embarrassed.

‘’Tell me what happened.’’ He said in a demanding way. That night she explained everything to him, the guy’s name was Boris, they were high-school sweethearts who got engaged and then Boris started to affiliate himself with an infamous gang, started drugs and of course cheated on her. Hannibal decided that night that he had to take care of Boris. There wasn’t any room for him in here anymore, Y/N deserved someone better, someone who would do anything for her…

Hannibal lied about his departure date and hired a hotel room just the actual day before he left. That night he took care of Boris and the next morning he got on a flight, Y/N was safe now. That’s all that mattered.

After few week Hannibal and Y/N were face timing, ‘’I haven’t heard from Boris, it is strange. His mother came to me to ask about him. She seemed sad.’’ She was just making conversation but noticed something in Hannibal’s maroon eyes, a glint of victory. He was at his home, in his study room. Y/N was in her bedroom. ‘’Don’t worry, he won’t be bothering you anytime soon.’’ He said as he was taking notes, ‘’What do you mean darling?’’ they had just started to call each other with pet names when Hannibal came to visit her. ‘’He loved to hear her say that word.. darling… she belonged to him now, it was official.

‘’I took care of the situation.’’ He simply said.

‘’Just because he saw you with me doesn’t mean that he is afraid of you Hannibal.’’ She joked but he was serious, ‘’Honey?’’ she asked, ‘’You look like you know something that I don’t.’’

She was laying on her bed but light the yellow light next to her on the night stand,

‘’You have shared all of your secrets with me, have you not?’’ Hannibal began, tonight was the night.

‘’Yes, why?’’ she asked, scared.

‘’Then I must also share one last secret, dear.’’ He said, his calmness made her blood freeze, ‘’Dare to guess it?’’ he asked with a sudden smirk.

‘’No, you didn’t.’’ she calmly replied, she had a guess but it was impossible, wasn’t it?

‘’Yes I did.’’ He said simply and watched her reaction. They stared at each other for few seconds and she hung up the phone and for the next week she didn’t answer his calls or didn’t reply to his messages. He started to get worried but he also understood her. He needed to be more delicate.

To his surprise, one night as he came back from work he parked his car and got out, saw Y/N, on the porch, sitting on the stairs, next to her a small suitcase. She looked up at him, he smiled kindly at her.

‘’Hello love.’’ He walked the stairs and opened the door, left it wide open for her. After few minutes she walked inside and closed the door. He was in the living room, pouring himself and her red wine,

‘’Here.’’ He extended the glass.

Her hands were shaking but she took it, finished the glass and gave it back. ‘’I’ve did some digging, no one knows where Boris is. His friends say he probably overdosed but I don’t believe them.’’

He sat by the fire place, ‘’And you came to me?’’ he liked the fact that she was here, she made his home more alive. ‘’I had to know.’’ She said, voice shaking a bit. ‘’Aren’t you afraid that I might do the same thing that I did to Boris, that waste of life, honestly..’’ he paused, ‘’what made you date him? You know,’’ he stood up, walked up to her which made her take steps back, ‘’there are far more better men than him.’’

‘’Hannibal..’’ her back pressed the near wall, her eyes watery, he lifted his hand, caressed her cheek, ‘’There is nothing in this world that I wouldn’t do for you, love. Even if it means to kill a piece of trash.’’

Her eyes opened wide, she had the feeling but didn’t want to believe it, but all of the evidence showed that Boris was murdered and … he was admitting.

He wiped her tears, ‘’If you didn’t come here willingly I was going to drag you myself so thank you for not tiring me, love. It was about time we become one.’’

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Fire on Ice

Summary; Tom Hiddleston is a vicious mob boss who is looking for his father’s killer, his reputation is depending on it and he won’t give up until he finds that man, and you my sweet little Y/N is the weirdest an best thing that happened to him all his life.

Warnings; Torture, knife, bleeding. 

Genres; Romace, smut in the future, slow burn fic. Little Angst my dudes.

1.754k Words!

A/n; Hello guys! I wanted to write something related to Tom Hiddleston. Sorry for any typos.  Enjoy. Let me know what you think ;)

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Chapter One

         He was a lonely man, he had to be because of his dangerous profession, however that didn’t stop him from day dreaming about a non existing woman in his life, who takes care of his deep wounds, who gives a soft kiss on his cheek before he leaves for ‘’work’’… he sighed heavily. Men like him didn’t get to have a proper life and he knew that one day he could be killed, so what’s the point of having a partner and leaving them behind? He didn’t notice that he was clenching his sharp jaw, ‘’Sir, we’re here.’’ The voice of his driver brought him back to the reality which he lived in. The window on his side was rolled down and he could smell the trash and dust, he hated this city but he couldn’t leave yet, he had to find him first. His driver parked the car somewhere close to the abandoned warehouse in New York City, place was quiet and abandoned,  perfect place for his dirty work. It was late at night so silence filled the area. Tom visited this place before many times during the day light, he found nothing other than few junkies and homeless people. His driver opened his door and he stepped out, his driver was an American man with long beard and soft brown eyes, he was as tall as him. ‘’Stay here, keep the car ready.’’ There was another car, it belonged to his men. He walked directly to this old shed standing short and ancient, the windows had a thick layer of dust and some were broken, the walls had moss. One of his men opened the door for him, the smell of moss and moist filled his nostrils. He walked in and saw 2 of his men guarding a bald man sitting on a chair, he had bruises on his face and arms. He looked up to meet his  icy blue eyes. ‘’Thomas William Hiddleston,’’ he said shocked, ‘’I didn’t know you English pigs could live in a colony-‘’ Tom moved his head slightly and one of his men punched the guy on his stomach. The bald man coughed up blood, his bald head had a tattoo, sigil of the Queens clan. He wasn’t young nor old, his black shirt had mud on it, the knees of his blue pants were dirty ‘’Where is he?’’ Tom asked, he never liked chit chat in situations like this one, ‘’Who?’’ the bald man asked, ‘’Do not play with me, I’ve tracked him for years and his last seen place is New York. Rumors say that he came to your boss for help. Now tell me,’’ he knelt to look the man’s eyes, ‘’where is he?’’ the bald man spit on to Tom’s pale face, he closed his eyes to calm himself and he inhaled deeply, he pulled out a dark blue handkerchief to wipe his face. ‘’He came to your clan seeking help, lead me to him and I will reward you. Join me and leave this small clan of yours, if you join me no one can hurt you.’’ Tom guessed that this bald man was afraid of his boss. ‘’I would rather die. Thanks tho. Aren’t you late for a tea party?’’ he had a big tongue which Tom would love to rip out from his dirty mouth. He pulled out his knife and thus the torture began.

After an hour of listening to his loud screaming Tom stopped,

‘’Any ideas now?’’  

The man was panting and bleeding on the cold ground. ‘’Why are you lookin for this man –fuck-‘’ Tom considered the possibility that this man might not know any info, ‘’He killed my father years ago and vanished. You see,’’ he cleaned his sharp knife with the dark blue handkerchief, ‘’my family seeks vengeance. If I don’t bring this man to justice others might think that Hiddleston family is weak. I will not be bullied by my rivals.’’ He put the handkerchief back to his pocket like he didn’t just tortured a man couple minutes ago, ‘’Promise- promise to let me go and- and,’’ he was breathing heavily, ‘’tell you what I know.’’ Tom tried to hide his excitement and slowly knelt, he brought his ear close to the bleeding man. ‘’Last year- a man came and ask protection from my boss, to- to protect someone… not him…’’ he was holding his wound and he passed out. ‘’Great.’’ Tom sighed, ‘’Bring him back to his clan, make sure he is still alive. I wouldn’t prefer to get on the wrong foot with their boss.’’

‘’Yes Sir.’’

He left the shed quickly and stepped into the night, the stars were shiny above his head, ‘’Where to Sir?’’ his driver asked as usual, ‘’Go with them. I need a drink.’’

As he was driving to the crowded city he cursed under his breath, for years he was working with circumspect steps and he was back to zero. ‘’Who do you want to protect old man?’’

The bar was crowded, people were eating and drinking with their friends and loved ones, he cautiously walked and sat on a stool. The yellow lights made the place look homely.

You looked at your watch, ‘’2 more hours and then I’m home.’’ You hated your job but the bills won’t pay themselves so you had no other option. ‘’Y/N, attend the bar. Right Now!’’ your boss yelled at your face and went back. If you could you would kill him right here right now. You pushed the dark brown door and walked into the crowd. ‘’Miss?’’ a man raised his hand to give his order. He looked tired, he had dark circles under his ocean blue eyes, his expensive 3 piece suit made you question why is he here. This was a local bar after all, ‘’Ready to order?’’ you asked kindly and looked at him directly, for some reason you wished you could look somewhere else because he looked intimidating. ‘’Yes, can I have a large beer and fries. Thank you.’’ His accent filled your ears, you didn’t have to take notes so you put your small notebook and pen into the deep pocket of your green apron. You went back to get the fries, as you were serving him you could feel his icy gaze on you, it burnt your skin. ‘’He is just a man, what is wrong with you?’’

‘’Thank you.’’ He said with a kind manner, ‘’You’re bleeding.’’ You couldn’t help but notice the fresh blood stain on his white sleeve, he raised his wrist to see, ‘’It’s not mine-‘’ he wanted to punch himself on the face right now, ‘’I mean, I’m fine. Thank you again.’’

As a bartender your job wasn’t just bringing the juice, you talked to your regular customers and listen to their troubles, giving them advice, however this particular British gentleman wasn’t a talkative person. ‘’Hey Y/N!’’ one of the regular customers approached to you as you gave him his beer, ‘’Hey Jack.’’ He eyed you up and down, ‘’You got a new tattoo, that’s cool.’’  You said, he was standing next to the British guy, curiosity made him lift his gaze from his plate and he saw it. The sigil of the Queens gang, ‘’Yeah yeah, listen.. are you free tomorrow?’’ you had to roll your eyes, ‘’No.’’ he always asked you out and you always said no, the problem was that most men didn’t take no as an answer. ‘’I have extra shift tomorrow but you are welcomed to come here and drink and leave a tip.’’

Jack wasn’t smiling anymore, he left a 5 dollar tip ‘’See ya around.’’

Tom understood that this Jack guy’s intentions weren’t nice, he didn’t care it wasn’t his business but the tone of his voice irritated him profoundly. No one should talk to a woman like she is an object. He wondered what happened to romance but he found himself lost in his dark thoughts. ‘’Men am I right?’’

Tom blinked twice to pull his mind and attention out of his thoughts –which could be scary for most people in this bar- ‘’Yes. Can I get another?’’ he drank the last sip of his beer and you brought another.

When your laughter died you noticed that the last customer was Tom, other works left because you were closing tonight. Tom looked around and you saw a hint o saddness falling to his ocean deep eyes. ‘’I should close the place for tonight.’’ You said kindly smiling. People often told you that you were easy to talk to and Tom was an example of that, at first he looked like a grumpy middle aged man but talking for an hour and half got him to laugh and smile, you noticed how the edges of his eyes got when he smiled and the pink dust covering his high cheek bones, and at that moment you thought that he should be in a museum because he looked like a Greek God, he had ageless beauty and charisma and you have never seen someone like that before. Tom’s cheeks were burning and he wasn’t used to this new sensation, ‘’I can wait for you to close the place. If you want of course.’’ He offered but the tone of his voice was demanding and you couldn’t bring yourself to say no.

‘’I will be taking the last bus. Thank you for waiting.’’ You said wearing your coat as you both were walking, ‘’Are sure there is a bus at this hour? It’s pretty late.’’ You didn’t have a car because you were saving money to move to a new apartment, your neighborhood wasn’t a safe environment. A wind blew and messed with your hair and Tom found himself wanting to push your soft looking hair behind your ear and see your face but he pulled himself together quickly, too much beer he thought.

‘’Damn it,’’ you looked at your watch, ‘’I’ve missed it 5 minutes ago. Great.’’

‘’Y/N , I feel responsible so please let me give you a lift home. It’s the least I can do.’’ He might be dangerous man but he would never turn his back and leave her alone like this, you weren’t sure about this. He was a nice man… too nice.. you couldn’t call your roommate Sam to pick you up because he was probably sleeping right now and you felt getting sleepy, it was a long night.

‘’Thank you Tom, you are too kind.’’

Chapter 2

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Not sure exactly what you’re okay/not okay with as far as requests go, but I’d like to request a Hannibal x AFAB reader (or gn if you prefer) where the reader has a crush on Hannibal and discovers that he’s a serial killer and tells him she’s more attracted to him because of it. I’d prefer it ends up in the bedroom (wink wink) but it’s up to you :)

A/N; Hello love, thank you for this request I certainly enjoyed writing it. Enjoy!

Warnings; Hannibal killing a man, a little smut

First time you saw him was something else. You almost became a victim of a serial killer but thankfully a team of FBI agents and Dr. Hannibal Lecter saved you. Turns out this killer was on the loose for months and you dropping your phone in his car made them catch him, you were forever grateful. Dr. Lecter was a psychiatrist who was helping the FBI with their serial killer cases and he was also collecting data for a research of serial killers and he offered free therapy sessions in exchange of information. Seemed like a good deal.

It had been few months since you started the therapy and it was going smoothly for him but for you, you had to keep pressing your thighs together every time he played with his pen or grabbed something. Over the weeks you saw and observed tiny changes in his behavior. He started to loose his tie around his neck, rolled up his sleeves, gave your lingering looks. You also had minor changes, such as; wearing clothes that fit your body perfectly and showing your womanly figure, curves and all. You knew that revealing clothes won’t make him come to you so you started to dress elegantly, just like him.

One time you mentioned how much you like baking and he asked you to bake something for him and you did.   The next week you brought chocolate chipped cookies and he opened a bottle of wine.

He surprised you by having a cabinet in his office dedicated to all kinds of wine and you surprised him by fulfilling your promise of baking something for him. Hannibal Lecter never relied on anyone ever since he was a child, he never believed promises of people, even the ones he who are close to him because life thought him that people are deceitful animals. However, you managed to surprise him, it felt like a date but neither of you said anything about it.

Weeks went by and you kept surprising him with small things. One day, you baked a cake, it was the anniversary of you meeting him. You went to his office without telling him, it was suppose to be a surprise. Before you knocked on the door you heard some noises, a man coughing and things falling to the ground so you quickly opened the door to see the scenario.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter was on top of a man who was equally tall and strong as him and Hannibal’s big hands wrapped around that man’s throat, you halted in your steps. Your hands which were holding the container of the cake were shaking, your fight or flight response was triggered. You didn’t know what to do, in that moment you could feel everything and see, hear everything that was happening such as your soaked panties sticking to your core. You could feel your cheeks heat up, your heartbeat rising, Dr. Hannibal Lecter was murdering someone right in front of you and all you could think about or fantasies about how would you feel if his hands were wrapped around you, on his table..

When the man stopped breathing and struggling Hannibal bolted to his feet and turned to face you. His maroon eyes were startled at first but you could see his dilated pupils roaming on your body.

He didn’t  say anything, his chest heaving up and down, he closed the door and locked it, he came to you and held your shaking hands, put the container aside, ‘’Shh, I’m here, calm down.’’ Now that he was close you could see the bruises on his face, dry blood on his plump lips, blackened left eye, scratches here and there. His fingers went to put a strand of hair behind your ear, even under this strange circumstances, his eyes were soft as they addressed you.

He guided you to the couch. He sat next to you, his eyes never leaving yours. ‘’Now,’’ he breathed, ‘’What shall I do with you, little dove?’’

You didn’t respond, you were a deer caught in the lights. ‘’He attacked me, you saw what happened. I was defending myself.’’ He was so calm a sudden thought crossed your mind;

‘’This isn’t his first time.’’

Your body shivered, you knew what he wanted. He wanted you to tell Jack Crawford and others what you saw but an altered version of it, all you could do was to nod and let things happen.

It had been few weeks since that incident and you avoided your sessions with him. You made up excuses, one week you pretended like you had the cold, the other week you said you were out of town etc.

Every week he sent you a present, the week you were supposedly cold he sent you soup and warm bread, it was handmade. There was also a note; ‘’Get well soon, dove.’’

Your knees went weak with that note and gesture, the other week he sent you flowers, elegant and pure white bouquet of peony. Last week you’ve made up a lame excuse of not being in the mood and he called you on the phone.

‘’Hello Dr. Lecter?’’ you answered in a calm manner, ‘’Hello dove, I was wondering-‘’ he paused for a second ‘’why are you avoiding me. Well, I know the reason but I want to hear it from you.’’ You felt your heart go faster, subconsciously your thighs were pressing hard, ‘’It is best that I don’t join the sessions anymore Dr. Lecter.’’ You said out of breath, hearing his voice after a long time did something to you. He let out a devastatingly long sigh, you felt it in your core. ‘’I was hoping it doesn’t come to this.’’ He sounded tired and defeated.

You imagined him sitting in his office, sleeves rolled up, playing with his pen while talking to you. You wanted to rush to his aid, he was a busy man with a hectic schedule, you wanted to give him something to come home to. The thought of it made you get wet.

‘’Thank you for testifying on my behalf.’’ He sounded genuine.

At first he thought you would tell the truth but when you told everyone exactly what he told you he was impressed. There was something about you that he couldn’t put his finger on. He sometimes had this urge to pull your brain out and study it because you fascinated him profoundly, but then the thought of physically hurting you made him feel disgusted, which was rare in his case.

‘’You saved me,’’ you said remembering the night, he was the one who wrapped you in a blanket and carried you to the ambulance, he was the one who sat and waited by your side in the hospital.

‘’and I saved you, the debt is paid.’’ Your free hand slowly went to the waistband of your pjs, sid in and found your aching core, he cannot possibly realize can he?

‘’My little dove, hearing you say this breaks my heart, your life is not a burden.’’ He knew how you feel about yourself, a freak, a burden..

You loved the way he said ‘’dove’’ his accent thick, you wondered what else is thick about him. You wanted him to keep talking to you.

‘’Where are you right now? And be honest.’’ His tone had a warning, such dominance.. ‘’H- home.’’

Hannibal wasn’t a stupid man, he admired your boldness, talking to your therapist while touching yourself.

‘’Good girl.’’ He loved your honesty, maybe you were the only person who was honest to him from the start ‘’What are you doing?’’ he asked, even though he knew it.

Your panties were soaked, ‘’Laying on my couch.’’ You managed to say, his hand went to stroke his clothed member, he swallowed, ‘’I was asking as in.. action wise.’’ He teased. You were rubbing your wet cunt slowly, you let out a sigh. A pornographic one to be exact. ‘’Nothing-‘’

He didn’t let you continue, ‘’Tell me, do you always dream  of me when you touch yourself? His question shocked you, at first you thought you heard him wrong, but the silence continued. Cat was out of the bag, he caught you. ‘’Yes.’’ You said. Hannibal could feel himself getting harder. He stood up, locked his office door, you heard it. He sat back and unzipped his pants, he never thought he would be doing this in his office, well, he also never thought he would kill someone in his office but here we were.

‘’What are you wearing?’’ he asked, feeling like a school boy but it excited him. ‘’Nothing.’’

It was right, the second you heard him lock the door you took off your clothes, ‘’Clever girl. I assume you’re dripping wet, I have neglected you for so long, keep touching yourself.’’

Hannibal leaned back, stroking himself, his tip leaking, ‘’How do you dream of me?’’

One hand in your core the other touching your boob –he was on speakers- you spoke, ‘’Sometimes on the table, sometimes on the couch or in your bed. Pushing me down and taking me..’’

You remembered the scene, he was on the ground on top of a man and choking him. It made you moan. Your soft whimpers and divine voice made him stroke himself faster, ‘’Put two fingers inside sweet thing.’’

You could feel the shift in his voice. You moaned louder than before as you inserted your fingers, you were so wet he could hear it clearly. ‘’Every time I come from your office I touch myself.’’ You confessed, which made him growl, he was regretting that he didn’t take you before. He knew that you were interested in him from the beginning, he thought it was because you were in shock –due to your unique condition which is almost being murdered- and you were seeking shelter. He assumed over the weeks your fascination with him would disappear but he was wrong.

He was about to lose his mind because of the sounds you were making ‘’Stop!’’ he ordered and you followed. ‘’Wait for me.’’ And he hung up.

Never in a million years he would think of sleeping with a patient but you changed his mind, he got into his car and drove.

Idk if ur requests r open but what if hannibal caught their darling smiling on their phonee? ty!

A/N; Thank you for this request! Love you all! Sorry for any typos &lt;3

When Hannibal noticed it for the first time it was after dinner, he prepeared the dinner for his dearest, you and after you two finished it he told you to relax while he takes care of the dishes, you didn't complain. You were sitting on the comfortables couch in the livingroom and he saw you smiling on the screen of your phone. He tried to be as silent as he could be but you heard him come in and quickly turned off your phone. Hannibal was a smart man so he noticed how worried you got but didn't say anything to your face, however... his dark mind's gears started to work.

Recently you seemed distant and he didn't like it at all. The second time he saw you smile at your phone was at the weekend where he was at home and you were gettinf ready to go out with friends.

He walked into the shared bedroom to get something and saw you, you weren't completely dressed, holding your phone and smiling. This had to stop, you were hiding something. This time you didn't see him coming so he snatched the phone from you in a second, ''My dear, before I look at your phone do you want to tell me something?'' your expression was confused, ''Do not play with me please, tell me the truth.'' his tone was calm yet the undertone was threatening, a tone which he used to others but you.. till now.

''Hannibal I don't understand..''

He couldn't bare it anymore so looked at the screen, it was the local shelter's website and Hannibal saw a grey cat on the screen, ''Now, I don't understand.'' he said.

''I was going to tell you... I want to adopt a cat but I know you don't like pets at home.. I just... I....''

Hannibal threw the phone to the bed and gave you a long kiss.

your foreheads touching, ''Darling, I'm willing to have a pet with you if that's what you want. You should tell me when you want something.''

He was so relieved that his darling wasn't up to something else and he felt shamed to even judge his dearest's actions.

Silver

Mob! Sebastian Stan x Stripper Reader (Smut)

One Shot

We all deserve a mob Seb lol this is my first one shot, go easy on me. Likes, comments are welcomed in this fandom. <3 Sorry for any typos.

(Not my gif)

Sebastian Stan was the most famous bachelor and the most famous mob boss of America, and he was also an active business man on the covers of magazines.

Throughout his life he had many girlfirends, most of them for magazine papers, there was no love, just sex and none of them complained.

He was usually a serious man with no time to spend on women around him, they were too easy, always throwing themselves at him but you caught his attention.

You were hired by a rich man who owned the most expensive and aesthetically pleasing club in New Tork, the owner was selective but thanks to your flexible body you got in.

Soon all of the CEOs, actors, celebrities were asking for private shows and lap dances from you. You had a nickname like other girls in the club, it was Silver, everynight you could hear them talk about you,

‘‘Where is Silver?’‘

‘‘I want her to give me a private dance.’‘

‘‘Has anyone seen Silver?’‘

One night Sebastian was dragged to a night club by his friends Chris and Anthony. He didn’t wanna go but lately he was under a lot of pressure so he agreed.

There you were, on the big stage with a silver colour mask on your face, dancing like a Goddess.

Sebastian shited on his seat, trying to ignore the thightness of his pants.    Chris told him who you were and yoour famous private shows and he got excited.

      He talked to your boss and found himself waiting for you in a private room which were covered with purple velvet curtains.

The music started and you came inside. ‘’Hello Mr. Stan’’ your boss told you who he was and it made you nervous. His blue eyes were deep and you felt naked under his gaze, -well you only had shimering lace lingerie set- ‘’Hello Silver.’’ he greeted you with a hungry look on his pale face, he was sculptured by the Gods, she was sure. 

You shut down your nervous side, knelt on your knees and hands and crawled like a cat to the small metal pole. You started to dance for him.

The way you moved your body was intoxicating, he felt his heart race, his member twitched when you moved your ass up and down.

You were on his lap now, swaying your hair, moving your hips. He tried to touch your upper legs but you stopped him, ‘’Touching is extra Mr. Stan.’’ he could see your wink under that mask.

He pulled out his wallet and threw a thousand dollars on the velvet couch,    ‘’May I?’’ you let him touch you as you danced. You were grinding on his erect member, twerking. His head fell back, ‘’Fuck!’’ you heard him whisper under his breath.

You unclapsed your silver bra and threw it on the floor. His eyes wide opened, ‘’Fucking beautiful princess.’’ he said, the nickname made you even wetter. He touched yoour boobs, toyed with them, you couldn’t help but moan under his wicked touch.

His cheeks were red, he was a panting mess and you liked that. You had control over the mob boss. You kept on grinding on his thick member, you didn’t see it but felt, thick and big...

He could feel your wet core on his pants, making a stain, he pushed your hips lower and you both moaned. You were dry humping him and it was against the rules but you didn’t fucking care.

You made him come undone on his pants, ‘’Fuck baby girl..’’ he basically yelled. You felt his hot breath on your neck, he wanted to give you a kiss onyour bare neck but you pulled away, saw the disappointment on his deep blue ocean eyes.

‘‘Can I see your pretty face baby girl?’‘ He asked desperately, his large hands went to your face but you held them gently. ‘‘I don’t show my face to my customers, sorry.’‘ This was the first time he was rejected by a woman it made his blood boil, in a good way. You bolted to your feet, picked up your bra. As you were leaving you looked back, ‘‘If I like you maybe you’ll get a chance to see my face.’‘

Sebastian became a regular customer of the club, at some point you showed him your fcae. His pupils dialeted, ‘’Beautiful..’’ he said and caressed your pink cheeks.

The fact that only Sebastian could see your pretty face was a turn on, you were his girl. One night you were giving him a lap dance and things got out of hand.

He was balls deep inside of you and you were moving your hips to meet his merciless thrusts, ‘’Seb...’’ you screamed his name and it was music to his ears, he left hickeyes on your neck. ‘’Mine,’’ he said moving his hips faster, your legs were wrapped around his waist, fingers drawing up and down on his bare back. ‘’Mine!’’

‘‘Yes daddy, I’m yours,fuck..’‘ no man could make you cry in pain and pleasure like he could, with his new nickname his movements became more animalistic, like you switched something in his brain. He came inside of you, a primal sound leaving his swollen pink lips. You came after him, legs shaking, you were a mess. ‘‘Don’t think we are done yet sweetheart.’‘ Your foreheads were touching, it was a cute gesture and made you feel safe, protected. He winked at you and you saw the way he was looking at you, he adored you.

He took you to his house that night and let’s just say you walked funny the next day.

Bullet in The Heart

Summary; Pedro calls you for the first time after your break up.

Pedro Pascal x Female Reader

Oneshot!

Warnings; None.

A/N; I watched a video on tiktok and had this idea, I had to write it. Enjoy, sorry for any typos.

You were in your small apartment complex, it was getting late and after binge watching romantic shows and eating your feelings you decided that it was time for bed, you took a shower, cried a little in the shower and came back to your bedroom. Everything smelled like him, you saw his hoodie on your chair, threw it in your wardrobe. The break up really broke your heart because you both had feelings for each other but his career got in your relationship, his fans were criticizing your body, face etc, however there were other fans who kept supporting you but seeing negative comments every day started to break you down. Pedro kept reassuring you, telling you how beautiful and smart you were but he wasn’t always there to comfort you. He had a hectic work schedule and you sometimes didn’t even see him for months. Rage, sadness, depression built and built finally both of you decided to ‘’take some time off’’ which meant break up in a naïve way. You were getting ready for bed when you heard your phone, you walked to the living room and the second you saw your screen your heart jumped several times. It was Pedro who was face timing you right now, you still had a small heart emoji next to his name, you couldn’t bring yourself to delete it. ‘’Should I take the call?’’ something in you begged to answer, you waited for a few seconds, maybe it was on accident but the phone kept ringing and you decided to answer.

He was standing there in a white t-shirt, his hair looked messy, the second he saw you his brown eyes got wide and shined, but there was sadness under them. He looked tired, ‘’Working too much?’’ but the truth was that he couldn’t sleep properly because of you.

‘’Hi.’’ You said with a small smile, glad to see his face. It had been a month since the break up, ‘’Hi.’’ He said. He sighed heavily, you could see that he was nervous, and he started to giggle, he was a goofy man. ‘’It’s late Pedro, why did you call me?’’ You asked curiously, he was lost in his thoughts, watching your face, the face he had missed so much it was burning his chest. ‘’I was thinking about you. I always do, around this time, every time of the day.’’ His hand went to his hair, he was struggling, ‘’You probably not even thinking about me, do you ever think about me?’’ a certain hope covered his eyes, you had to swallow the lump in your throat, ‘’A little.’’ you said, it was a lie, you was thinking about him every second. ‘’A little?’’ he was standing, bent a little to see his phone screen, ‘’What was I saying?’’ he sighed, ‘’What am I saying?’’ he cursed under his breath, he moved back, standing still. He came back to see you, you were trying really hard not to cry right now, ‘’What am I saying?!’’ he raised his voice a little, he was talking to himself more than talking to you at the moment. Obviously he wanted to say something but words couldn’t leave his pretty lips, his hands went to his face rather harshly, was he punishing himself? A sob left his lips, ‘’Pedro, it was your idea to break up, your career and fans are more important than a relationship.’’ You could see how sorry he was, you both knew it was a mistake. He clapped his hands together, ‘’Do you remember…when we went out on a date first time.. to see a play..’’ you remembered but let him keep talking. ‘’Wait,’’ he said and left, you could hear he was looking for something in his house, he was opening doors, slamming them hard, he was angry with himself and you were scared a little, scared that he might hurt himself, you could hear drawers opening and closing harshly, he brought 2 tickets, tickets that he got for you and him a year ago.  ‘’You remember right?’’

‘’Yes, Pedro. I remember that play.’’ You said calmly, ‘’You laughed so hard you peed a little,’’ he smiled at the memory, ‘’what was that fucking line in the play how the fuck did it go?! If, if , if..’’ he was trying to say the line which you loved so much. He was in love with you and he was trying hard to get you back. ‘’If you got one friend when you die…’’ he was pointing his finger at you, eyebrows knitted, trying really hard to remember the line, ‘’then you got something most people never have.’’ That was the line you cherished. He remembered, you smiled, you could see your face on the screen, tears leaving shiny liquid marks on your cheeks, ‘’And I tried to quote that shit back at you and you laughed at me ‘cus I fucked it up, and I kissed you for the first time,’’ he bit his lips sullenly, he always did that when he didn’t want to cry and seeing you cry silently broke him, tore his soul into pieces. He was breating heavily now, ‘’and you let me kiss you.. and then it rained like we were in a fucking movie and life was never better than that.’’ Now he was crying with you, ‘’Why did you have to love me like that Y/N?’’ he let his guard down when he met you and he realized he was deeply in love with you when you kissed on that date, ‘’Why did you have to love me back?’’ he yelled at you, he fixed his hair, you couldn’t help but keep crying, you wished you were there with him, holding him, kissing him. ‘’Why did you do that?’’ he whispered more to himself, ‘’You sent me into a kind of madness Y/N, sometimes I go into the quietest parts of this house and I whisper your name,’’ he was looking right at you, pushed back his hair. His eyes met yours, and he looked achingly vulnerable and loving all at once. ‘’I wish I could scream it, I should.. Should I scream it? Y/N?’’ tears dropping to his already wet cheeks, he closed his eyes for a second, ‘’Pedro please, stop..’’ you whispered to him and he opened his eyes, ‘’I want you, I want you, I want you back. Please have me back Y/N. I can’t live without you.’’ His voice was shaking, he was holding the edges of the table so that he wouldn’t fall to the ground. ‘’We can’t-‘’

‘’Y/N, please. I  just want a second chance. I will never leave you again please.’’ He was begging, saying your name over and over again, weary look was upon his face, ‘’What do you say?’’ he asked with a thin edge of desperation in his voice, you could feel it in your bones. For a moment you were still, not certain of what to do or say, however your heart told you to go for it, ‘’I love you Pedro, I always have.’’ Y/N said as soft as a kiss, 

‘’Te amo Y/N.’’

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