Could I Possibly Request A Fic Where Hannibal Has Reader Hidden Away In A Secret Room. Like He Keeps

Honesty

Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Hannibal lecter x Australian reader where he deems her “rude” but learns that that’s just her culture (ie excessive drinking, crude jokes, “harsh” accent, swears in every sentence [like I shit you not swearing isnt considered unprofessional here. One of our ministers called another minister a cunt lol], etc). I just like the idea of two people being so opposite lmao. Also Hannibal is such a fine foods connoisseur, and our food is basically “first step, get a piece of white bread” hahahaha. I feel like he would find the cultural differences interesting @soggy-enchilada​

Oneshot Hannibal Fic

Hannibal Lecter x Australian Reader

Warnings;None.

Sorry for any typos, hope you like it. :)

‘’Didn’t you just finished your drink Y/N?’’ Jack Crawford asked amazed, ‘’Now you have another glass of champagne.’’ Y/N gave him a big smile, ‘’Like you don’t know me my good old cobber.’’ Y/N rolled her eyes and looked around her, she never liked joining parties like this one. Jack’s wife was ill so Y/N came to this elegant party with him to help him figure out something… which she can’t remember but it was related to work. Jack and Y/N met years ago because there was a murder care related to America and Australia and she helped the FBI and they became friends. ‘’Why are we here again?’’ She was close to finishing her 5th glass, ‘’My colleague Doctor Hannibal Lecter is acting suspicious lately and I want to know why. ‘’ Y/N never  met the doctor before but she heard his dinner parties and his success in his career. ‘’Where is he?’’ She whispered getting close to Jack, he looked around him to see where Hannibal was, ‘’He was there seconds ago.. I have to use the bathroom wait for me.’’ And he left.

Hannibal Lecter was talking to his guests when he saw her, he didn’t know her and he wondered how she came here. She had a green mermaid dress which showed her body in a graceful yet with a shimmer of wickedness, her dark red lipstick looked intimidating, her resemblance to a femme fatal figure surprised him.

‘’Excuse me for a moment.’’ He politely left the crowd and approached to this young lady who looked bored and he cannot have a bored guest in his house, ‘’Greetings madam, I’m Doctor Hannibal Lecter, the host of this party, I’m afraid I do not know you.’’ He looked at her up and down and his brown eyes landed on her Y/E/C eyes, she didn’t look away, however a faint pink colour appeared on her cheeks. ‘’My name is Y/N Y/L/N, Jack Crawford brought me here. Since you are the host Doctor Lecter may I ask you something?’’

He looked intrigued, her accent was Australian and sound strange to his ears,

‘’What can a girl like me have to do in order to get a cold frothy?’’ She asked with a annoyed tone which caught his attention, she had a bold spirit. ‘’I assume you didn’t like the champagne?’’ He tried to calm his nerves but the way she looked at him was rude, and he never liked rude people. ‘’I don’t like fancy things.’’ Hannibal caught one of the servants, ‘’Can we get a cold beer please, thank you.’’ And he took her empty glass, ‘’Jack has never mentioned you before, was there something special between you and him?’’ he asked directly because she was being rude, ‘’Ew no.’’ he could see the disgust on her face, ‘’Jack is like my big brother, I helped the FBI couple of years ago, why are you so curious Doctor Lecter?’’ her cold beer arrived, ‘’Finally.’’ She whispered to herself, ‘’I assumed that a beautiful woman such as yourself might caught his attention.’’ He wanted to test the waters and gave her a chance to be kind and take his compliment, ‘’You only think that because I look like a rich woman. This is not real me Doctor Lecter.’’ She winked at him and left his company without excusing herself.

There was something about her, was she rude or just brutally honest?

‘’Ladies and Gentlemen,’’ Hannibal got into the center of his living room, ‘’The dinner is served please follow me.’’

Guests walked into the big dining room, the walls were dark blue, and paintings decorated them, she could sense a masculine energy in the room, the table had several lit candles, servants were bringing white and red wine, the smell was extraordinary. Y/N took her place next to Jack and close to Hannibal Lecter who was standing and holding his wooden chair, after everyone was placed the servants took off the silver covers and the guests started to applause which was really strange to Y/N. ‘’I’m not gonna do that, no thank you.’’

She knew Hannibal saw her and she didn’t care, ‘’Before we beging you must all be warned, nothing here is vegetarian. Bon appétit.’’ And the guests started to applause again and she rolled her eyes, on her right there was an old woman with a red dress and she whispered into her ear, ‘’My dear Hannibal never likes rude people. You should be careful.’’

During the dinner she was bored, because people who considered themselves ‘’sophisticated’’ had conversations which made her uncomfortable, these people were trying to prove that they are smart and it looked pathetic. The food looked strange to her, she has never seen dishes like these and tried everything on the table, ‘’Mis Y/L/N I hope you like the food.’’ Hannibal addressed her and everyone stopped talking, eyes were on her, ‘’What the fuck is he trying to do?!’’

 ‘’They look too fancy for my liking, I’m Australian so this is the first time I try food like these. I appreciate the effort.’’ And people started to ask her about her country, she didn’t know how but she became the center of interest. Hannibal Lecter was silent silent and was listening her. People were laughing at her jokes and she felt like she was accepted,

‘’And then what happened?’’ the red dressed woman asked her curiously, ‘’Our minister called him a fuckin cunt that’s what happened.’’ And they all laughed together. Hannibal noticed the shine in her eyes and how different her culture was.

After hours of talking and eating people started to leave, and then Alana, Jack, Y/N and Hannibal were sitting and enjoying the warmness coming from the fireplace.

Y/N took off her high-heel shoes, ‘’Fuck my feet hurt.’’  Hannibal took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, ‘’There is a technique called arch rubs, may I?’’ and he sat on the edge of the long chair, he held the top of the foot in one hand, with the fingers of his other hand he rubbed the length of the arch, he did that repeatedly from the heel to the ball of the foot. His hands felt amazing and her head fell back and a soft moan left her red lips, ‘’Shit that’s so good..’’

Hannibal smirked, he knew what kind of an effect he had on people and he liked it, Jack was talking about Y/N staying for a year because the FBI needed her and Hannibal could see her in his life, it will be hard because of her bold spirit and her rude words but she was an honest woman and he treasured such a rare character trait.

 Thank you for reading! :) 

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 and the best thing that happened to him all his life.

Genre; Romance, mob, gang, slow-burn.

Warnings; Smut. Guns, blood. 

Words; 4,818K

A/N; Hi guys! Thank you for coming along on this journey, sadly this is the final chapter. Sorry for any typos, I love you and your comments. See you on another fic. (gif isn’t mine)

Final Chapter

Tom breathed the cold London air in deeply,  he was standing in his balcony with a mug of earl grey tea, as soon as he learned you were in London he got a ticket and came back to his home. London gave him a certain type of calmness and stability, it felt safe and secure. Tracking your current address was tricky but his friend Benedict finally found it. You didn’t make any sense on the phone, months ago you said you never met your dad because he died before you were born and now years later turns out your dad was alive and well. He was confused and sad. He needed answers and he wanted you so he called that phone number, hoping you would pick up. It was dangerous thing to do but he had no choice, he had to hear your voice and come up with a plan to see you.

It was early in the morning when you got a call, you jumped from your bed and ran to the study table at the corner of your room and picked up the phone. There was silence, Tom was waiting for you to speak, to be sure that it’s you. ‘’Hello?’’ you asked daring to hope, ‘’Thank God!’’ a relieved sound came from the other side, it was Tom. ‘’Tom? Hey what-‘’ he cut you off apologetically. ‘’Darling it’s so good to hear your voice. Where is your cell phone?’’ his first question made sense because he kept calling and texting but no answers came.

‘’My father took it, he said he wanted to keep me safe from..’’ you stopped, not knowing what to say. ‘’From what?’’ he asked curiously, ‘’From you. Tom, I know that you won’t hurt me but there are things you should know. Things I cannot tell you over the phone. Can we meet?’’ your eyes were fixed on the door, waiting for someone to barge in but it was too early in the morning and the house was too silent. ‘’I was going to ask you the same thing. Do you have a pen and paper near you?’’ and he gave you the address. You made up your mind, you had to tell him everything. ‘’See you soon love. I missed you.’’ He said with his thick British accent that made you melt. ‘’I’ve missed you too.’’

After getting dressed you went downstairs, there were few men in black suits and people cleaning etc. this environment was so strange to you that you felt out of your element, you just wanted peace and the universe misread you. As you walked to the kitchen you put on a fake smile, ‘’Where is my father?’’ you asked a man who had a chef’s clothing, he looked focused on the breakfast he was about to serve to you and your father. ‘’Morning Miss Y/L/N, your father is at the dining room. I will be bringing your breakfast shortly, you may join him.’’

The mansion was a huge place with a lot of doors and it was easy to get lost, you found the dining room and walked in. ‘’Morning!’’ you tried to sound happy, your father was reading something on his phone, he raised his head and looked at you with a questioning manner. ‘’Morning dear. I hope you slept well.’’ He locked his phone and put it  in his pocket, ‘’It was way more comfortable than my own bed.’’ It was true, ‘’I was hoping we could go out and travel, I have always wanted to see the city.’’ You said pouring yourself coffee, pretending like you don’t have a secret plan was hard because you hate lying to someone but you had to. The chef of the house brought omelet, warm bread, orange juice, various types of jams and you could feel your stomach rumbling. ‘’I can’t today dear, I have an important meeting. If you really want to go out I will find you someone.’’ You didn’t understand, ‘’What do you mean?’’

‘’I’m not letting you go out alone, I have enemies everywhere.’’ He pulled out his phone and called someone, later a woman walked in, she was a tall woman with a stern look on her face. You couldn’t read her emotions but she looked like someone who would do anything to get the job done, ‘’Meet Martha. She will drive you to any place you want and she is your bodyguard.’’ If you were to protest right now your father will probably notice that something is wrong so you tried to look calm. ‘’Makes sense.’’

Your father was puzzled, ‘’I thought you would say no.’’

‘’I get it, you are an important ‘’business’’ man and I’m sure you’ve made a lot of enemies. I want to be safe.’’ You shortly explained and shrugged your shoulders like you didn’t care. Your father smiled ear to ear, ‘’I knew you could see the story from my point of view dear. Thank you for understanding. You can leave Martha, my daughter will find you later.’’ He settled on to his seat again, ‘’Let’s finish our breakfast.’’

You tried to read his face as he was talking about how he started his business -aka being a gang leader and then working his way up- he seemed excited to tell you about his life, well at the end of the day every old person loves talking about their past but he seemed like he enjoyed your company and that felt like a dagger to your heart. He was an old man with white hair and slim body but years made him look tired yet he also looked strong, maybe it’s because of his power. He looked sophisticated, if you were to see him on the street passing him by you would have thought that he was a nice elegant man. You didn’t want to dwell on these thoughts so you ate your breakfast, ‘’When can I have my phone back?’’ you asked.

‘’Soon.’’

You wanted to scream but just shrugged your shoulders, you had to keep it cool. After breakfast you excused yourself to go get ready, you were going to meet your man so you wanted to doll up. It was a rainy day so you wore all black. A black long sleeved sweater, a leather jacket and black skirt over your knees, fish net tights, black boots. Before you left someone brought you a nice bag, saying that your father sent this bag for you. It was Prada, when you opened it there was a purse and a lot of money in it, was he being kind or trying to manipulate you?

Martha and you left the house, you were at the back seat of the car, looking cute and watching the trees outside, the mansion wasn’t close to the city so you get to see the nature before the buildings and streets. Martha wasn’t a talkative person but you get the few words out of her, she has been working for your father for like 7 years, talk about a loyal slave. She said nothing but good things about your father which confused you, ‘’You do realize you’re working for a criminal right?’’ you couldn’t help but ask, her pale face didn’t show any emotions, ‘’This world isn’t just black and white Miss, we all try to survive and your father pays us equally.’’

Rest of the road went silent, you were making a plan to leave Martha behind and just run maybe? No. You bet Martha is good at running and chasing people. You decided to improvise.

She drove to a nice place where it was crowded with people pubs, bars and restaurants. You spotted a Starbucks, ‘’Martha, can you get me a starbucks coffee please?’’ she parked the car somewhere, ‘’Be right back.’’

That was easy. You watched her walk fast to the building, you could see that there a lot of people inside so this should buy you some time. You left the car, you looked calm but your heart beat was fast, you could feel the adrenalin fill you up, you approached to an old woman, ‘’Hello, sorry to bother you. Where can I find a taxi?’’ she was a kind woman with short height and cute smile. ‘’No problem honey,’’ and she told you where you could get a cab. You thanked her and power walked. Until you climbed inside to the cab you felt Martha’s imaginary hand on your shoulder, following you. You breathed out deeply which caught the driver’s attention, ‘’Rough day?’’ he asked. ‘’You have no idea.’’ And you gave the address to the driver. You wondered how long would it take Martha to realize you are gone? You hoped your father will be kind to her.

Tom was patiently waiting at his house, he tried to busy himself with work or reading a book but he couldn’t. What if you can’t come? What was he suppose to do then? He sighed heavily, he was in his kitchen getting a glass of water when he saw a cab pulling up to his garden, he saw you climbing out and he dropped the glass, the sound of its shattering made him realize that you were here. He ran to the door and opened it wide, you were there standing and looking directly at him. For some reason you couldn’t move,  he was there at the entrance of his house but you couldn’t run to him,  something held you back. Burden of untold truth perhaps?

Tom didn’t mind the rain and the next thing you knew was his lips crashing onto yours passionately. Your hands went to his hair, pulling him towards you as if there was space, he pressed your body to his. The cold or the wind didn’t matter, all that mattered was both of you being together after so long. You pulled back to breathe, he closed his eyes and breathed your scent, his forehead on yours. ‘’Tom we have to talk.’’ You said unwillingly, ‘’No, not right now.’’ He kissed you again and said ‘’That can wait. First, I have to have you in my bed.’’ And he carried you inside bridal style which mad you laugh. You started to took off your clothes on the way to his room and once you got there both of you were naked, before you could look around he pulled you to his comfortable bed.

You kissed his achingly vulnerable lips, his body was warm and welcoming, you missed him so much you kept touching his body and so did he. You climbed on top of him, sitting on his lap, legs wide open on his sides. He leaned on his bed frame, watching you like a man who was bewitched and couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He missed how your body felt on him, your hands were entwined and you slowly took him in. Both of you moaned in sync. ‘’Don’t move darling.’’ Tom said out of breathe, ‘’Because if you move right now I‘ll come.’’ You chuckled like a child, ‘’I’ve missed you too.’’ After you adjust to his size and he calmed down a little you started to move in rhythm. He felt amazing and the sound of wet skin flopping  filled the room, Tom’s usually pale cheeks were bright red, his tin lips were parted and looking into your eyes, your soul to be exact. You didn’t just feel naked, you felt like your entire being was exposed to his ocean eyes and you had nowhere to hide and you submit completely. Giving yourself to him before the storm of truth comes and destroys everything you built together.

His hands squeezed your ass cheeks harshly, you yelled as he gave you few spanks. It hurt but in a good way, he held you in his arms and you held his shoulders, finger nails leaving deep red marks on his back and shoulders, you knew damn well he will remember this day later. ‘’Darling,’’ Tom said looking up to meet your lustful eyes, ‘’I’m coming.’’ He managed to say before he came into his condom, he flipped you over and now he was on top of you and riding his orgasm and it made you trigger, you came.

After that hot sex you both stayed in bed, not addressing anything just panting and calming down. He left you to bring a glass of water to you, smiling like an idiot. You smiled back, he sat and held your hand, playing with your fingers. Both of you didn’t want to talk about last days events but you had to, ‘’So,’’ he began, ‘’your dad is alive.’’ Tom made research after you told him on the phone, he learned that your dad was a mob boss just like him. ‘’Yes, shocking right?! He brought me to London. He doesn’t want us to see each other.’’

Tom was looking at your fingers, didn’t have the courage to look you in the eyes at the moment. ‘’Years ago I started to work for my dad. At first he sent to small business, like collecting money from the store owners we protect against other mobs, being a bodyguard to my dad’s friends. After a year I’ve proved myself and he kept me close so that I can learn the business.’’ You sat silent and kept listening. ‘’One night, he went to do business with a friend and never came back. He was killed by his friend, something in me tells me that your father is connected to that night.’’ He swallowed the lump, ‘’Look me in the eyes and tell me that I’m wrong. Tell me that your father is innocent.’’ And he looked up to meet your gaze, you opened your mouth to say something but stopped and that was enough for him to understand. ‘’I knew it!’’ he stood up fast, ‘’Of course I had to fall in love with the woman whose father killed my father.’’ His voice was harsh and it felt like a slap to your face, he was pacing in the room, your eyes went to his menacing frame and the exit. You couldn’t leave naked, you had to calm him but you also understood him. He was seeking revenge for years and now he was on a crow road, any small choice could lead to destruction. He seemed making a plan while pacing in the room, you stood up and wore his shirt, approached to him gently, ‘’Tom?’’ you held his shoulder and he stopped, the emotions harvesting deep down in his eyes scared you, ‘’I’m so sorry.’’ You said as if you planned his father’s execution, you felt guilty even though you shouldn’t feel that way, this wasn’t your fight. He took a step back, eyes watering, he got dressed and left. Neither of you dared to speak, you had no idea what he is capable of.

Instead of leaving you decided to stay at his house, he had to face you somehow and instead of running away from him –like he did to you at the moment- you were brave enough to stay and wait for him to come back, it was his home after all he had to come back.

It was late night and you had no appetite, you only drank water and stayed up, soon staying up was too hard and you fell asleep on his couch.

Tom was with his friend Benedict, he told everything to him because he had no idea what to do. Ben was a good friend and after talking for hours Tom decided to leave, when he came back he saw you which shocked him because he expected you to leave. He came close to see your face, he hated himself for putting you in a position like this because you looked stressed in your sleep, why can’t have a normal life? A beautiful home, loving wife perhaps… throughout the months he daydreamed about this delusion but he had to face the facts and be a man.

When you noticed someone sitting next to you it woke you up immediately. He was here, watching you sleep, ‘’His.’’ You said silently. ‘’Sorry I woke you up.’’ Was there a distance in his tone?

‘’I was waiting for you, sorry I’ve fallen asleep.’’ Even in a situation like this one you apologized. He took off his wet jacket and threw it on the wooden floor, the TV was on and its light illuminated the living room. Tom looked tired which made you reach to hold his face in your warm palms, he didn’t push you away , just sat there. ‘’You’re shivering and wet, you should change your clothes. I don’t want you to get cold.’’ You said as if you two were a normal couple and nothing scandalous have happened. ‘’Will you-‘’ he started but stopped, searching something in your eyes, ‘’will you stand by my side when I have my revenge?’’ you breathed out, your mouth tightened. ‘’I can’t promise anything Tom.’’ And with that you both sat there on the couch till the first pale fingers of day light came into the living room. None of you slept, when Tom noticed that it was morning he let go of you, ‘’Go,’’ he said, ‘’be with your father but tell him,’’ he turned to face you and you could see that he made his decision, there was no turning back, ‘’he is a dead man walking.’’

With an aching heart you left his house. When you came back to your father’s house he was furious, you were gone for a day. ‘’Where have you been?!’’ but when he saw your face he ordered his servants to leave you two alone. ‘’You went to see him? I must have known. How did he know we’re here?’’ you sat on the couch, dark circles under your eyes. ‘’He knows,’’ You managed to say, ‘’and he has a message for you,’’ your father laughed with a belittling tone, ‘’What is it may I ask?’’

‘’you are a dead man walking.’’

Within the day your father armed his workers and you could see that there were bodyguards in the front and back yards. You weren’t used to this so it scared you, you wondered what would’ve happened if you promised to be on Tom’s side, what was his plan? Can you put out the fire of revenge in his heart?

You had no emotional attachment to your father but after all he was your biological father and it made things complicated for all of you. ‘’Did he tell you anything about his plan?’’ your father asked you as you were having dinner, well, he was having dinner you didn’t want to eat anything. ‘’No.’’ your voice came out weak, you were mentally exhausted, ‘’Why don’t you go upstairs and sleep. You seem tired.’’ Your father noticed that you didn’t want to eat and you wished to be left alone. Before sleep took you into its arms you were thinking about Tom, you have fallen in love with him and it hurt you deeply.

The next few days were calm and silent, your father was busy all the time and it gave you the opportunity to go out –of course not alone- and see new places. Martha –the woman you’ve made a fool of few days ago- was actually kind to you but never let you walk alone, you didn’t complain, in fact you didn’t want to wander on the streets of London alone. She was a nice person and a good company to you. As you were coming back home you were watching the country side, so many trees.. you loved nature. Martha coughed to gain your attention, ‘’Madam, we should be home quickly.’’ She kept looking at the back, two cars were following you, ‘’Do you think-‘’

‘’Yes, Madam They seem suspicious. I have to drive fast.’’ She warned you and you put your seatbelt on, just in case. Those two cars cornered your car, you couldn’t see anyone because their windows were jet black. You pulled out your new phone to call your dad and tell him what’s going on but before you could do that Martha crashed the car, you hit your head and blacked out.

When you wake up you were in a different setting, there were yellow lights which made your eyes uncomfortable at first, it was cold and damp and you were tied to a chair, your head hurt badly. The place you were in right now must be an empty warehouse. ‘’Hello?’’ your throat was dry, ‘’Anyone there?’’ your knees were bleeding, you had bruises on your body.

‘’I’ve told you to kidnap her not to make them rash the car and hurt her. You are fired! Better yet-‘’ and a gunshot was heard, you screamed in fear. The gunshot came behind your back, you couldn’t see anyone and soon footsteps approached to you quickly. ‘’Are you alright? Are you hurt?’’ it was Tom. He knelt beside you, touched your face and you whined in pain, ‘’Tom? What is going on?’’

‘’I’m sorry Y/N, nothing personal. Thank God you’re fine.’’ He looked relieved which made you angry, ‘’Fine?! Are you fucking kidding me?!’’ you could see he was shocked to hear you scream at his face but he deserved it. ‘’Why the fuck am I here?!’’

He stood up, ‘’You are a bait. I asked you to be on my side, you refused Y/N. You left me with no choice. I have to finish my purpose and live happily with you. I’m doing this for us.’’ He looked serious and you knew Tom, if he had something in his mind he would do it, regardless of any bad outcome. ‘’Tom, this isn’t the way. Look at yourself, you look like you haven’t slept in days. You need to think rationally, let me go please.’’ You were crying at this point, ‘’Revenge won’t bring your father back.’’ Seeing you like this hurt him deeply, you could see his tears, you two must be alone otherwise he wouldn’t show his vulnerable side. He cupped your cheeks, ‘’Look at me darling, my love please look at me, I can’t rest until I have bring honor and victory to my family.’’ He didn’t expect you to understand because you didn’t grow up in a world of cunning manipulations, blood and murder. He kissed your temple, ‘’Let me handle this and we will be free.’’ And left you quickly, soon someone brought you food and water. You asked many questions but received no answers and alter you gave up asking.

‘’WHERE IS MY DAUGHTE?’’ the sound of your father’s voice woke you up, you felt adrenalin fill you up, you watched him being escorted into the warehouse with two men, when he saw you he was relieved, you felt a hand on your shoulder and looked up to see Tom. He had a victorious smug smile on his lips which didn’t meet his eyes. ‘’Finally we meet, traitor.’’

In your head everything happened too quickly, your father and Tom shared sarcastic comments back and forth, you heard your name few times, your father telling Tom his part of the story, why he had to kill his best friend. Turns out Tom’s father was planning on killing their enemy’s entire family, including women and children and your father had to put an end to this madness. Of course Tom didn’t believe him, the tension got higher and higher and soon guns were pulled. After that it was all blurry, it was too loud at first and then silence came. You saw Tom on the floor and your dad coming to cut the robes on your wrists and ankles, ‘’It’s okay dear, it’s alright. I’ve got you.’’ After you were free you ran to Tom who was bleeding on the floor, ‘’Call an ambulance!’’ you screamed to your dad, tears coming unbidden, he got shot through his chest and his shirt was dark scarlet, he was shaking violently, ‘’Tom, stay with me.’’ You kissed his forehead, held his hand, ‘’I don’t-‘’ he tried to say, ‘’Shhh , don’t speak.’’ You saw your father hesitate, his phone in his hand. ‘’Call the ambulance dad! What are you waiting for?!’’ you ripped a piece of cloth from your shirt and pressed it onto his chest to stop the bleeding, ‘’Don’t you die on me Hiddleston.’’ You tried to smile, ‘’Listen to me,’’ Tom said, his pupils were blown wide, ‘’I love you Y/N.’’ he said holding your hand tightly and before you could say anything his grip got loosened and he closed his eyes.

 The hospital was loud but you heard nothing, there was a buzzing sound in your ears, you were covered in blood, his blood, and waiting for the doctor to come and give you the good news. Your father was sitting next to you, Martha brought you water but you didn’t hear her, your eyes were locked on the door of the surgery room. Her jaw clenched hard when the doctor came out, the doctor talked to your father and he turned to you, ‘’He is alive,’’ He announced and you let out a deep sigh, ‘’but they have to keep him here for few days. Let’s go home and rest Y/N. You can come back tomorrow.’’

‘’No.’’ you refused and your father didn’t say anything he saw how you suffered and left you alone, later the nurse let you in. Tom was in the hospital bed, a big bandage covering his chest, he was in deep sleep, the nurse told you that if he was brought a minute later to the hospital.. you shook that thought away. None of it mattered, all that mattered was both of you were alive. You sat on the chair next to him and held his hand, soon you fell asleep.

In the morning Tom woke up before you, and when he saw you by his side, sleeping and covered in his blood he closed his eyes and opened them again. It was real, the last night’s events were real. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and touched your cheek lovingly, he didn’t want to wake you up. He found a pen and a paper and wrote you a letter, later he stood up, before left the room he turned to look at you one last time, you looked like an angel, his angle. If he stayed there for another 5 seconds he would have lost all his courage to leave. He signed his release papers and his sisters came to take him away.

When you woke up panic took over, Tom wasn’t in his bed, you checked the toilet and the hall but he was nowhere to be found. A nurse told you that he left early in the morning, when you came back to the room you saw a piece of paper, it was a letter from Tom;

My love,

I’m so sorry that I’ve involved you into this, into my dark world. You deserve nothing but kindness and pure love, things I cannot give to you, I love you in my own way which is toxic and obsessive. I don’t deserve you, I’m nothing but a twisted man who is blinded by revenge, cruelty and malice. I have to leave you because your father is right, I am a dangerous man who kidnapped his precious lover as bait and used her against her father. However, do know that you will have my heart in your hands for the rest of my life, for I am bound to you in this life and beyond.

Yours truly

Tom

 The next month went in agony, you tried to find him, even contacted his long term friend Benedict but he told you he doesn’t know here his friend is. After two months of search you gave up, you asked your father to be alone and he brought you back to New York, to your old apartment and your old job. When your friends asked where were you, you smiled sadly and told them that you were on a vacation. You accepted your faith, Tom was gone and he didn’t want to be with you, it hurt you so much that you lost joy in life. For you everything was grey, there was no room for colors, especially blue.

As you were working behind the bar one night you were too caught up with work that you didn’t notice a tall gentleman sitting and waving at you, ‘’Miss?’’ he called with his British accent, when you look up you met those ocean eyes, ‘’May I have a large beer and fries.’’ You dropped the glass you were cleaning, it was Tom. Your body felt like it was fire on ice, he had a tired smile on his face and he looked happy to see you. 

Thank you for reading. :)

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Dangerous Game

Pairing: Hannibal x Female Reader

Genre: Romance, Slow burn, SMUT in the future.

Warnings: Some making out. Mention of death.

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Summary: Y/N Hobbs an opera singer and also the eldest adopted daughter of The Minnesto Shrike, and her entire life changes after what happened. She will be the object of affection of a certain psychopath, whether she likes it or not.

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Chapter 10

It was winter, Y/N had a mug of rosehip tea and she was watching tiny snowflakes falling. She was going to visit Will Graham who was in hospita, he had high and after shooting Dr. Abel Gideon he was sent to hospital. She wanted to visit him because he was carrying her sister's secret and Y/N wanted to say thank you in her own way so she made a chicken soup early in the morning. After taking her sweet time to get ready she called a taxi and left her house, she never liked hospitals but she had to endure the awful smell and the sight of sick people. Will was awake and sitting on his bed, ''Hi there, can I come in?'' she asked smiling. Will smiled back, ''Please.'' Y/N walked in closed the door for some privacy. ''I made you chicken soup.'' There was a brown table by the window so she but the tupperware container and set the table quickly. Will joined her, he looked really tired. ''You know, Hannibal came to visit me yesterday and he also brought me soup. You guys are,'' he thought for a better word ''Alike?'' Y/N asked, ''weird.'' Will finished. Y/N rolled her eyes, ''I just wanted to see if you were okay and thank you for... you know.'' Y/N didn't want to address the situation out loud because she feared someone might barge in and hear them. ''Her secret is safe with me.'' Will said giving her a sad smile, he was uncomfortable with it but it as best to keep it hidden, for Abigail's sake. She decided not to stay too long because she wanted to see Abigail so she left him to rest.

As she walked into Abigail's room she noticed Freddie Lounds, they were talking about the details of the book Abigail wanted to write. ''Miss Hobbs, I might need your insight too, after all you were Mr. Hobbs's daughter too.'' she said before she left. Y/N didn't want to be a part of it but she said nothing. Abigail gave her a long hug, whenever she was hiding something she gave long hugs. ''Her secret must be killing her inside.'' Y/N thought, ''Abigail, we need to talk.'' she made her sit on her bed. Y/N held her cold hands, looked into her big blue eyes, ''I know what you did.'' she began, ''And I know how it feels so I'm not judging you. You did that to protect yourself, it was a self defence move. You don't have to hide anything from me anymore.'' Abigail first looked shocked but she figured that Hannibal must have told her, they were too close recently. Warm teares wet her cheeks and she laid her head on Y/N lap, Y/N brushed her soft hair with her fingers, massaged her scalp. Abigail at that point knew that Y/N, Hannibal and Will were the only family she had.

It was a long day, Hannibal called her and asked if she would like to watch a movie at his house, and spent time together and she agreed. It was 8 when she arrived. Hannibal opened the door with a grin, ''Hello love, come in.'' he took her coat and cute red French hat. ''How was your day?'' He asked as they were walking to the living room, ''I went to visit Will and later went to see Abigail. She know I know, about Nick Boyle.'' Hannibal held her tense shoulders, ''Sh needs support and that is waht we will give her.'' she gave him a small peck on the lips. ''So what are we watching?'' She asked as she sat on the couch, ''I know how much you love vintage movies so I got Waltz from Vienna 1934.'' Y/N eyes brightened, ''He remembers.'' she couldn't help but smirk, Hannibal didn't like eating popcorn but he made some for Y/N, brought white wine and hit the play. Y/N took of her choes, got cozy under the red blanket, she could feel his warmth and it was a comforting feeling. This was their first official date and so far Y/N liked it, she never liked expensive first dates because she always felt twitchy. his left hand pulled her closer, now her head was on his chest, she could hear the faint sound of his heart beat through silk layers. The hand on her waist gave her really colourful ideas, but she stopped herself. Few days ago Hannibal asked her to take things slow, he was a real gentleman and an old fashioned man which Y/N admired. Y/N wasn't ready for second base so she actually liked taking things slow, of course they were kissing but that was it. Hannibal started to caress her hair, he could smell her shampoo and her hair felt like silk. Soft, elegant and shiny. He was doing things which surprised himself, he never let a woman be close to him like this. He of course had sexual endeavors but this was more intimitate, she was in his house, drinking his wine, laying under his blanket and enjoying a movie he picked. He took a glimpse at her face and saw her sleeping, her face was a blank slate but cheeks were pink ''Y/N?'' he silently called but there was no answer, the turth was he didn't want her to wake up and leave. He turned off the tv, got up and slowly picked up, as he climbed the stairs he stopped when he reached the hall, his first thought was to move her to the guest bedroom but that wasn't what he wanted. He walked to his bedroom, the door was already open, he placed her on his bed gently, took a step back and took a mental picture because later he put the satin blanket over her body and went to his study room to draw that mental picture. Yes, he was drawing her for days now, he finished three paintings of her. The first one was a drawing of her singing in the museum, the second one was when she sang at his house for his guests and the third one was when she was sitting on her couch, looking vulnerable and scared. However this one would be more daring he felt.

Y/N woke up slightly feeling his  arm around her waist and opened her eyes, morning light was coming through the window, passing the curtains. Hannibal was asleep, his hand was loosely on her waist, she remembered falling a sleep but not remembered how she got there. The thought of Hannibal carrying her sent heat to her cheeks and she moved but his grip got tighter. It was still too early but she wanted to get up, make coffee and prepare breakfast for them. She wanted to impress him with her cooking skills, she was as silent as she could be and she left the bed, washed her face in his bathroom which looked aesthetically pleasing and went downstairs. Hannibal's fridge was full so she decided to make mini sesame zucchini loaves, bacon and eggs, and she found fresh oranges to make a healthy juice.  She was singing and cooking, walking around quick to finish and ready everything before he woke up but Hannibal was already awake. He came donwstairs to see her and the image of her in his kitchen was something he found pleasing. He was standing on the treshold, arms crossed and watching her. Her voice was smooth, hitting every night with an elegance.

''Morning love.''

She turned to see him, he look tall and proud, lips puffy, ''Morning doc.'' she teased. Hannibal hugged her from behind and inhaled her scent, his nose tickled her neck, ''I see you're fixing breakfast, it's the most important meal of the day.'' he came close to see the bacon and eggs,  the zucchini loaves were still in the oven. ''Abigail always loved my cooking, I wish she was here.'' He could feel her tense body, ''One day she will and we'll be a true family.'' his words sent waves of warmth to her body, ''You really think so?'' now she turned to see his face. ''Yes. I consider you as family Y/N, it will be interesting to guide and support Abigail to her future together.'' Y/N could feel tears building, she pulled her neck towards her kissed him fiercely. Hannibal pushed her to marble surface of the kitchen, his hands easily lifted her and she sat on the cold marble. Her legs were hooked on his waist, tongues fighting. She loved the feeling of his plump lips, his hands travelled on her body slowly and found their way inside of her shirt, she wasn't wearing a bra and that excited him. His fingers lightly brushed her breasts but didn't touch and she whined into his mouth, that excited him too. ''If we keep going... I won't be able to stop.'' He said into her ear, left kisses on her exposed neck, and the click sound stopped them, breakfast was ready. He reluctantly pulled away, she could see he was fighting his inner battel, ''You wanted to take things slow Hannibal.'' she jumped off and walked to the oven. ''I know.'' And he cursed at himself mentally.

Later Y/N went to her house, Will Graham visited Hannibal at his office. He had this crazy idea to take Abigail Hobbs back to Minnesota and take her to places just in case if she rememberes anyhting useful to FBI, Hannibal didn't like the idea, he stopped Will when he asked wether Y/N would like to come too. Y/N was his red line, and he better not cross it. ''Y/N is a busy woman who will perform at an event soon, it won't we wise to distract her Will. On the other hand it isn't wise to take Abigail with you, she suffered enough.'' Hannibal protested, taking a sip from his pink wine. ''There is a copycat killer out there Hannibal, I have to catch him and Abigail is the key.'' Will seemed like he wouldn't change his mind, and Hannibal got curious, ''Let's see what will happen.'' He was the copcat killer, he was the killer Will and FBI were looking for and it gave him a god-like satisfaction to see that they weren't able to catch him.

After two days Y/N got a call from Jack Crawford himself, he didn't say why but he asked her to come to the station. She hoped for the best but there was a bitter taste in her mouth, something was off. As she walked inside people were giving her weird looks, like she did something bad, Alana Bloom greeted her with a cold expression, ''Please follow me.'' she led her to a room where Jack and Hannibal were standing, Alana closed the door behind her. ''What's wrong?'' Y/N asked worried, ''Miss Hobbs please take a seat.'' Jack said, he was sitting behind his desk, Y/N sat next to Hannibal. ''Abigail Hobbs is missing and we believe that she is-'' He cleared his throat, ''she passed away.'' All the air left her lungs, a plaintive voice left her dry lips. ''W-what?'' ''And we believe Will Graham had something to do with the situation, he'll be interrogated soon.'' Jack Crawford kept on talking and explaining that Will Graham vomited her sister's ear on his sink, and they brought him in. She was in a blank state, all she could hear was their voice coming from far far away, she felt Hannibal's hand on her cold one.

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Dangerous Game

Pairing: Hannibal x Female Reader 

Genre: Romance, Slow burn, Smut in the future. 

Warnings: Mention of murder.

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Summary: Y/N Hobbs an opera singer and also the eldest adopted daughter of The Minnesto Shrike, and her entire life changes after what happened. She will be the object of affection of a certain psychopath, whether she likes it or not. 

Chapter 1

           Baltimore, Maryland

Y/N Hobbs, a 20 year old woman who was living her day to day life until FBI visited her. It was a normal day for her, she woke up, had breakfast, watered her flowers and plants in her small apartment. While she was practicing and warming her throat there was a strong knock on her door. ‘‘Probably Mr. Cash.’‘ she thought because good old Mr.Cash always complained whenever she was singing, she got up from her comfy couch and opened the door, to her surprise there were two people standing in front of her. ‘‘Hello Ms.Hobbs, Special Agent Jack Crawford and Psychiatrist Alana Bloom. Can we come in?’‘ She felt like her stomach dropped to her feet, she moved away from the door and let them come in. ‘‘What’s wrong?’‘ Y/N asked, Alana Bloom and Jack Crawford gave each other a look, ‘‘Maybe you should sit first.’‘ young woman said, her blue eyes was observing her closely. Y/N sat on her couch, ‘‘Ms.Hobbs, your father Garett J Hobbs is guilty of murder of 8 girls in Minnesota. He is The Minnesota Shrike, I should say was because yesterday he was killed.’‘ Y/N held her chest, ‘‘W- what?’‘ Alana Bloom continued, ‘‘Garrett J Hobbs killed his wife before the FBI went to his house. I’m so sorry for your loss.’‘ Y/N could feel her eyes water, ‘‘Abigail? Is she okay?’‘ she was always protective of her little sister. Alana sat next to her, ‘‘Your father tried to kill her too, but he was stopped by one of our men. She was saved by Dr. Lecter because she had a cut on her throat, later she was taken to hospital. She is stable now.’‘

They gave her a minute to breathe, to process everything they told, ‘’You have to come with us for interrogation.’’ Jack Crawford said calmly, ‘’Why? Isn’t it over?’’ Y/N asked, trying to stop her crying, ‘’We think that he had an accomplice and unfortunately that makes you a suspect.’’

   Alana gave him a sharp look, ‘’I have to get my jacket and my bag, excuse me.’’ Y/N went to her bedroom, she was in shock, she couldn’t believe her ears. She needed to see Abigail, she had to.

    They took her to a building which belonged to the FBI. After climbing stairs and walking halls Jack took her to a room. ‘’Please wait I’ll be withy you shortly.’’ he said and left her alone. There was a metal table and two chairs on opposite sides. She sat and started to wait, FBI Agent Jack Crawford came after few minutes, before he came he asked Alana Bloom to stay behind the glass window and observe Y/N. ‘’I want to see my sister.’’ Y/N began, voice shaking. ‘’Dr. Bloom will take you to her after this.’’ Jack had files with him, he opened them and put 8 dead girls’ pictures on the cold metal table. ‘’Why did you left home 2 years ago?’’ Y/N was looking at the pictures of those girls. ‘’I wanted to live on my own. Are they the ones my dad... you know?’’ couldn’t even bring herself to say the word. ‘’Yes. Do you recognize any of them?’’ 

‘’No.’’ She replied shortly. ‘’How did your father react when you decided to leave home?’’ 

‘‘He got angry, it was hard for me too. Now I’m glad I left.’‘ Jack noticed that she stopped looking at the pictures. ‘‘Why were you adopted?’‘ Y/N shrugged her shoulders, ‘‘I guess my biological parents didn’t want me. I was 4 so I don’t remember much. I want to see my sister.’‘ Jack stood up and gave her his card, ‘‘If you remember anything please give me a call.’‘

    Dr. Alana Bloom smiled kindly and escorted Y/N to her car, when they got close to the hospital she spoke, ‘’Don’t be surprised if you see Will Graham or Dr. Hannibal Lecter. They were at the crime scene with your sister and they check up on her quite frequently.’’ Alana wanted to warn her. ‘’Which of them killed my dad?’’ Alana was surprised, ‘’Will Graham. How did you know that one of them killed your father?’’ she was a smart girl, ‘’I know a guilt when I see one. He probably feels responsible.’’ 

Y/N never liked the way hospital’s smell, it triggered her every time she walked into a hospital because she had to go the hospital whenever she got hurt  by her abusive biological parents. She lied to Jack Crawford, she remembered things from the past but decided to bury them all the time. Dr. Alana Bloom saw her stopped walking, ‘’Ms. Hobbs are you okay?’’

‘’Yeah, I’m fine. Where is her room?’’ she showed her the room and saw Will Graham coming towards them, ‘’Excuse me for a moment, I have to check something.’’ and she left. The door was closed, Y/N took a deep breath and withouth hesitation she opened it. It was a big room, there was a couch which had someone’s jacket, Abigail was on the hospital bed, sleeping like an angel, there were machines around her when she saw her neck which was covered whit a bandage she felt a stab of pity and sadness, felt like she needed to vomit. It made her sick to her stomach to see her baby sister in a situation like this.  ‘’Excuse me Miss, but who are you?’’ A man with a nice accent asked, Y/N turned to see him. He had questioning brown eyes, his brown hair had small touch of grey here and there, he was prancing tall and proud. ‘’I’m.. she is my sister...’’ Y/N tried to speak and everything came down all at once, the pressure was too much for her to handle. The last thing she remembered was falling slowly into the arms of a stranger. 

Shattered Pieces

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Genre: Romance.

Warnings: Smut. +18. Wrap it before you tap it guys ;)

Summary: Bucky and Y/N were in love back in the 40s but Hydra took Bucky away from Y/N. Y/N tried to find him but HYDRA stopped her and she paid a price. Now all they knew was Bucky was dead, however they were wrong. Can she face the new Bucky, the infamous Winter Soldier?

This story takes place in Captain America The Winter Soldier.Sorry for any tyops. Likes and comments are welcomed in this house lol, stay safe my dudes!! 

Chapter 6 Final

It had been days and Shuri was stuck, she finished the vibranium arm and gave it to Bucky, but she couldn't make a device to bring his memories back. She was scared to tell Y/N so she decided to give them few days.

Y/N was getting ready for bed, she trained all day and now she was tired. After that dinner Bucky was more closer to her, they were talking often and he was helping her gardening. She looked out from her window and saw his place, there was no light, however she started to hear some noises. ''Is he okay?''

She decided to check if something was wrong, she was wearing her black nightgown so she threw a cardigan on her shoulders and walked outside. Hesitantly came to his carpet door, she was right he was screaming. With a rush of adrenaline she walked inside, there was no one but him. He was on his bed and having a nightmare and she could see the thin sweat on his naked chest, she came closer to the bed.

It broke her to see him like that, in pain and alone. Y/N laid her hands on her shoulders and started to shake him, ''Buck, wake up.'' but he wasn't hearing her. ''No- stop..''

She got on top of him and cupped his sweaty cheeks, ''James! Wake up.'' and he opened his eyes, but something was wrong. He wasn't fully aware of what was happening so he, -with a quick movement- pulled her under him. ''It's me Buck. You were having a nightmare.'' Y/N as shocked how quick he was, his deep blue eyes were staring into her soul, he was panting heavily. ''Did- did I hurt you?'' He asked, Y/N's hands were on his shoulders, she liked how the vibranium felt. ''No, I heard your screaming and decided to came and check on you.''

Bucky was filled with strange emotions, in his dream he was sent to kill Y/N and right before he accomplished his mission thankfully she wake him up. 

''I thought-'' He wanted to explain but later he gave up, ''Screw it.'' and he planted a kiss on her lips. 

Y/N was shocked by his sudden action but she didn't complain. She kissed him back with passion, he was yearning for this moment and lost himself in this familiar feeling. When they parted they found themselves smiling like two idiots they were. 

''Don't stop.'' Y/N begged, it had been so long, Bucky didn't mean to stop but he just wanted her to verbally give him consent. Y/N's legs were on his waist and she could feel his growing member, Bucky removed her cardigan and attacked her neck. He knew where her sweet spot was and he sucked and kissed that place which made her shiver and moan out loud. Bucky had a smirk on his pink, swollen lips. She kissed him like there was no tomorrow, like there were just them in Wakanda, in the entire universe. Bucky's flesh hand went between her legs and felt the slick fabric of her underwear. 

''Someone is eager.'' He said with that husky voice of his, he removed her nightgown and her wet panties. He only had a black underwear and Y/N helped him get rid of it. The tip of his member was covered with pre-cum, she decided to give it a few pumps while kissing him and she recieved moans and curses from him, 

''Fuck doll. You killing me.'' 

She smirked, she was proud of herself. Bucky stopped her hand, ''If you keep going like that i'll cum. I wanna feel you doll.'' it excited her. She laid back, ''If I hurt you just tell me and I'll stop. Okay princess?'' His fingers were playing with her pussy, it was hard for her to speak, he placed his middle finger in, ''Use your words.''

''Yes Sarge.'' She knew the nickname had an effect on him.

''Damn baby, fuck!'' he fingered her wet cunt, the obscene sound made his cock ache, he grabbed her boob with his vibranium hand and played with the tit, sucked on it while looking at her. The scene before her eyes was divine, heavenly, otherworldly. He added second finger and his thumb was playing with her clit. It was like he knew how to please her, as she came on his hand she screamed, ''Bucky!''

He pulled out his fingers and licked them, ''Hmm, doll you taste delicious.'' he was back, her Bucky was back and it made her smile ear to ear. He kissed her and she tasted herself on his lips, his chest was on her chest, she loved how intimate they were. 

He placed his tip on her cunt, ''Ready for me doll?'' 

''Yes please.'' 

He didn't waste any seconed and placed himself in her fully, her head fell on the pillow, she arched her back. It had been a while since she slept with anyone and the feeling of Bucky burried inside of her almost made her cum undone. She knew he was hesitant, still afraid of hurting her so she looked into his deep ocean eyes, 

''I love you.'' she shocked herself, it just slipped out. 

Bucky's mouth slowly opened, this woman before him just confessed her love, it filled his heart with the sense of home and warmness. 

''I love you.'' He said and started to move inside her. It was intense.

Y/N was tense but after hearing him confessing his love, she shed few tears. She felt his teeth on her neck leaving new bruises as he was moving. As they came she knew that she will be walking funny tomorrow, Bucky came in her and collapsed on her heaving chest, her hand went to his long black hair. ''I've changed my mind.'' Bucky said, his head was still on her chest, ''About what?'' Y/N asked scrared, when it came to Bucky it could be anything. 

''I don't want to spend my years in a cryo. I want to be with you again, I want you to tell me stories of us back in the day. If that's okay with you-'' she could see how insecure he was, ''I will take care of you now.'' Y/N said looking into his beautiful eyes.

''It's a rotten work.'' He replied, feeling unworthy of love.

''Not to me, not if it's you.''

                                                   The End

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Coffee Shop

Summary; As a university student in London you were just trying to get to know the city, the beautiful places etc. and a certain gentleman caught your eye.

Warnings; None.

Words; 345

A/N; Thank you for liking the story, sorry for any tyops. Enjoy! This chapter is shorter because I want to go day by day to witness the relationship blossom, it is a slow burn. 

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Chapter Two

Day Two

After taking few classes at the university you were done for today, you didn’t want to go home yet, it was lonely there. You decided to go to that coffee shop again. Deep down you hoped to see that blue eyed stranger. And you sat on the same spot, you looked at the place that man sat yesterday, unfortunately the seat was empty. What did you expect? This isn’t a romantic comedy.

When the same waitress came to take your order you looked at her name tag, Jessie, she had the expression of seeing a regular customer, you felt welcomed. Since you were a sucker for hot chocolate  you ordered it again. This time you brought your laptop because one of your profs gave an assignmnet and you wanted to finish it today.

After finishing the first page -which took you 45 minutes because you wanted it to be perfect- you felt like taking a break, when you lifted your gaze off of your laptop you saw him sitting at the same spot with his Mac and cake, but this time he had his dog. - you remembered the sign of ‘’animal friendly’’-

It was the perfect opportunity to finish the drawing and also draw his cute dog. His dog was well behaved, never barked or growled at anyone. He looked so cute and fluffy you wanted to pet him but had no courage to do so, it made your heart break in agony. 

The blue eyed man decided to take a break as well, he pushed his Mac aside and pet his dog, drank his coffee or tea, you couldn’t see it from your spot. You were praying inside to finish the drawing without him realizing but the fate had other plans. Just like yesterday your eyes met, this time you were not that shy, you looked directly into his deep ocean eyes.. maybe for two seconds. His eyes were so intense you lowered your gaze to your notebook. If you looked at him longer you would have cought him smiling gently to you. 

Chapter 3

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Love Thy Enemy

Summary; Y/N Atreides had always been a stranger to the entire galaxy, her bed wasn’t her bed, her home wasn’t her home due to the fact that she was sent to accompany and be sisters with Irulan. She had limited access to her actual family and over the years they grew distant. She thought she would be like Reverend Mother, alone, yet powerful, and soon she would realize that there was no need of being alone when a wild creature had his eyes on her for a long time.

A/N: Long time no see my little doves. I am back. I had some mental issues, my man did me dirty (it was a situationship) and it broke me down but I am fine now. I am the type of ex that you can't reach me once you did me dirty and he keeps trying to reach me but I am not responding. Know your worth besties. This one is short because I wanted to post it immediately. Enjoy!

Warnings: Being kidnapped.

Words: 934

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Chapter Eleven

The travel was smooth, she sat on the empty room, did her meditations, calculated the outcomes etc. After what seemed like a day the ship arrived on the planet of Arrakis, how she longed to see Feyd… however the ship as coming closer to the palace was hijacked by what she assumed Fremen soldiers. With a heavy thud it landed on the desert. She bolted to her feet, getting ready to fight, she could hear conversations in different language outside the ship, two men and women were speaking, they sounded content, another mission done. Soon the hatch was opened by them and Y/N was seen in the empty space, the Fremen were alerted and raised their weapons, Y/N charged one of them and took him down, however the woman of the group got a hold of her by her scarf and dragged her down, her face was revealed. ‘’Let go of-‘’ she was about to use the voice but the woman covered her mouth quickly, her blue eyes due to spice consumption grew larger when she realized that Y/N could use the voice. ‘’Sayyadina.’’ she called her, and then turned to her comrades, they repeated the same thing, ‘’Sayyadina..’’

Y/N didn’t understand the word and its meaning but she calculated that she might survive this, ‘’You are coming with us.’’ The woman said looking into her eyes and hit Y/N’s head, she blacked out.

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen woke up in his empty bed, the temperature inside the palace was to his liking, his window covers were opened and let the Arrakis’s morning sun in. He slowly sat on his bed, his bare feet touching the cool surface, he sighed, he had a lot of duties to do today, per usual. As he got to his feet his door was knocked, he immediately deduced that something was off by the person’s knock but he pressed the button on his night table to let the person in. It was his most trusted advisor, ‘’Morning Na-Baron.’’ He greeted and bowed but there was haste in his voice, ‘’What is it now?’’ Feyd said annoyed as he walked to the table near the large window to get a glass of water, the man waited for him to drink his water first to deliver the news.

‘’Lady Na-Baroness,’’ he began and immediately caught his attention, ‘’What happened to my wife?!’’ his voice was stern, the hand he was holding the glass got tighter, ‘’We have news from Giedi Prime, our Na-Baroness.. has escaped the planet… by a cargo ship.’’

Feyd stood there, he knew the purpose of the cargo ships, she was coming here… ‘’Search every cargo ship that has landed on Arrakis.’’ He found himself getting hopeful, she did something he couldn’t do, she brought herself here.

‘’Na-Baron, we have searched…’’ he began, the advisor tried to keep his calm, ‘’And?’’ Feyd asked, feeling something that was out of place.

‘’She wasn’t in the ships, we believe she was kidnapped. One of the ships didn’t return, we cannot reach the pilot and workers inside.’’

Feyd, with primal rage threw the glass to the near windows, it shattered to the ground, their cargo ships usually get stolen or destroyed by the Fremen. She must have been taken by them or… he didn’t want to think further.

‘’How could you let this happen?!’’ he yelled at the advisor, ‘’Our men are searching the entire desert to find the ship.’’ The advisor began, ‘’Gather the council. Immediately.’’ He said and watched the advisor basically run out of the room.

Feyd, in hurry, got ready and marched to the briefing chambers of the palace. On his way no one dared to look at his direction for they heard the news and he was a ticking bomb. The wooden doors were opened for him and he walked in. He had his advisors, commanders in the room, all stood up from the circler table that had the map and coordinates, they bowed their bald heads to greet him.

‘’Where is my wife?!’’ he roared, his voice echoed in the room, one of the braves spoke, ‘’We have located the empty cargo ship, there was a sign of struggle,’’ the man projected the pictures that were taken, ‘’the Captain of the ship and crew were found dead.’’ Everyone could see the dead, Feyd could feel his blood boiling with anger and there was something he couldn’t place, his heart ached with a heavy feeling, he didn’t bring himself to ask if she was dead or not, he didn’t even want to think of that possibility.

‘’Any traces of my wife?’’ he asked with a raspy baritone, the man who explained the situation was much older than him, clearly he was trying to control things but Feyd was like a double edged sword. ‘’We have found a headscarf,’’ he moved his head to one of his team members to bring the material, it was given to Feyd and he smelled the headscarf, when Y/N’s pheromones it his nostrils he closed his eyes with relief, ‘’It’s hers.’’ He replied shortly. The old man was relieved, ‘’Na-Baroness must have left it there on purpose.’’ The old man added, Feyd could see that his men were somewhat hopeful, was it because they were afraid of their Na-Baron or their Na-Baroness gained their affection due to her kindness. He didn’t dwell on it, ‘’I will lead the search team.’’ Feyd said, ‘’And I will join you. Postpone all of the duties until my wife has been found.’’ And he left the room, the headscarf in his palm, his knuckles turning pale.

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Dangerous Game

Pairing: Hannibal x Female Reader

Genre: Romance, Slow burn, Smut in the future.

Warnings: Drug use.

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Summary: Y/N Hobbs an opera singer and also the eldest adopted daughter of The Minnesto Shrike, and her entire life changes after what happened. She will be the object of affection of a certain psychopath, whether she likes it or not.

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Chapter 5

    It was late when Y/N got a call from Abigail's doctor. ''Miss Hobbs, I'm so sorry to inform you that Abigail has escaped from the facility. We hoped she might be with you.'' Y/N was at her house, alone and reading a book. ''No, she isn't here.'' She had an idea, ''I think I know where she is. I will send her back to the facility.'' Y/N dressed quickly and called for a taxi. She was headed to Hannibal Lecter's office. When she knocked on the grey door she run her hands through her wild hair, ''I hope she is here.'' 

Hannibal opened the door as usual, ''Hello Y/N, please come in.'' he looked at her up and down, she had a long black coat and boots, her cheeks were red because of the cold. Y/N walked in and saw Abigail. ''Thank God!'' She hugged her little sister, ''They called me from the hospital, said you escaped. I was so worried.'' Y/N spoke, her tone was smiliar to their mother when she was angry. ''To be more specific, she climbed the walls.'' Hannibal said hands in his pockets, he sat at the edge of his brown study table. ''Why did you come here?'' Y/N asked, ''I'm sure Dr. Lecter is very busy.'' Hannibal and Abigail exchanged looks, ''She came to thank me. Isn't it right Abigail?'' Hannibal said calmly,     ''Y- yes. My next stop was your house but now you're here.'' Abigail said looking like a lost puppy, it made Y/N smile.  ''Honey, can you wait outside? I'll be quick.'' She took her coat, as she was leaving she heard Hannibal say ''No more climbing walls Abigail.'' he said with a paternal tone to his voice.

It was just Y/N and Hannibal now, ''I'm sorry she did this Dr- I mean Hannibal.''             ''She is still struggling to call me by my first name, I should be more friendly.'' he thought. ''I'm glad she came to me, we are becoming friends.'' He said with a small smile, ''That's good, but to me you are trying to be a father figure to her. I know you are one of her guardians, FBI told me.'' he decided to stand up and came closer, ''Guilty. I admit I see myself in her. I hope I didn't cross a line.'' Y/N wasn't sure if she was intimidated by his tall frame and his confidance or was she enjoying it? ''Why do you see yourself in her?'' She asked crossing her arms. ''My parents passed away when I was very young, my uncle Robertos adopted me at age 16.'' He confessed, it was a personal information he was sharing and Y/N noticed that. ''I guess our only common thing is being an orphan.'' Her voice was faint as a whisper but loud enough for Hannibal to hear, ''You and I have a great deal in common, more than you think.'' Hannibal replied. He could smell her newly washed body and hair, it was a both comforting and seductive smell which confused him. ''What makes you say that?'' She got defensive, ''Call it a hunch.'' he replied quickly. For a few seconds all they did was looking at each other's eyes, Y/N was expecting to find something but failed. ''I should take Abigail back, good night.'' She said trying to control her voice, ''Does he know anything about my dark past?'' ''Sleep well Y/N.'' 

The next day, Y/N got a call from Dr. Alana Bloom, she said they had to talk about Abigail and asked Y/N to go to Hannibal's office. Y/N didn't want to go because whenever she was around him she felt something, she didn't know how to describe it but it was like a part of her felt safe, however the other part begged her to run and never come back. She sighed heavily and pulled a grey dress from her closet, the arms were long sleeved and had grey lace work. It had a grey ribbon on the waist, left leg side had a short slit. She grabbed her bag and left her apartment. 

Y/N arrived little earlier than Alana, Hannibal greeted her. ''Please, come in.'' He said with a kind hand gesture and Y/N walked in. ''The universe keeps making us see each other, don't you agree?'' Y/N said looking around. ''I definitely agree. Would you like a glass of red wine?'' He went to his brown cabinet. ''Yes, please.'' She kept on walking, looking at the books. ''Here you go.'' He also poured a glass of red wine for himself, ''It's interesting that you have wine bottles in your work place.'' she smelled the wine which caught Hannibal's attention. ''I cannot resist a glass of red wine. I have realized you smell it before drinking. Most people don't do that.'' Y/N took off her black coat and put it on the dark grey chair. ''I love smelling things before trying them.'' She started to walk again, Hannibal observed her dress and tried to understand what kind of a person she is. ''The dress is casual yet it has lace work and a ribbon. She doesn't try hard to impress but likes small details.'' 

''Did you draw these?'' Y/N asked while holding a white paper, ''Yes, I love drawing portraits.'' Hannibal came close to see, it was a portrait of a naked woman's back. ''Is she your partner?'' She was surprised to see that Hannibal could draw. ''No. I don't have a partner. What about you?'' Y/N put the paper back, ''No.'' it was a short reply. ''I'm shocked to hear a woman as beautiful as you is single. I'm sure men are chasing you.'' He was standing behind her, Y/N turned to see if he was serious, ''He is just being kind.'' Y/N studied his face, his brown eyes were questioning her, waiting her response. ''Tell that to men, I'm sure they have a different opinion.''  They heard Alana's knock on the door. Hannibal offered Alana a tall galss of beer, ''Perhaps it's time Abigail's release from clinical treatment?'' he asked. ''Release where? Back to the wild?'' Alana replied angrily. Clearly she didn't like his proposal. They were sitting on the long grey couch, Y/N was standing. ''Spending each day immersed in tragedy maybe doing more harm than good. She should be out into the world.'' Hannibal tried to convince Alana, ''What do you say Y/N?'' he asked her. ''I don't think she can live on her own, not now.'' Y/N replied, she looked concerned for her sister. ''I am not suggesting abandonment.'' He said calmly, ''Well, I'm not sending my sister outside Hannibal! She needs a stable environment. Maybe later she can live with me.'' she finished her wine in one gulp. ''You are passionate about her health, she is lucky to have a sister like you.'' Alana said smiling. ''Passion is good, gets blood pumping.'' Hannibal said, later he finished his drink, his eyes were on Y/N. 

  Later that day Y/N was at the facility with her sister. They spent some time together, Y/N read to her, talked to her. The sun was slowly faiding when Hannibal Lecter visited them. He came to say that he wanted to take them out of the facility for few hours. ''I don't think I'm allowed to leave.'' Abigail said, Y/N was brushing her sister's brown hair. Hannibal noticed how protective and at the same time soft she can be. ''I've made arrangements, you could say I'm one of your guardians.'' He gave a look at Y/N. ''Where are we going?'' Abigail asked, eyes closed and enjoying soft brushes she is getting from her sister. ''Home. My home, I thought you might enjoy if I cook for you and your sister. I will have you back bed time.'' He sat at the single chair, holding his long coat. ''Can I spend the night at yours or Y/N's place?'' She asked daring to hope, ''I don't like sleeping here.'' Hannibal and Y/N shared a look, she didn't want to upset her sister so she let him speak, ''You have to sleep in your own bed.''                                                                            '

'This isn't my bed.'' Abigail snapped. ''Honey, I know. But please endure it for some time.'' Y/N tried to be positive, ''For how long?!'' Abigail was clearly upset. Y/N got a phone call and had to leave the room. When she returned they stopped speaking which caught her attention. ''Are they hiding something?''

This was the first time Y/N and Abigil went to Hannibal's house. The outside walls had yellowish brick walls and red roof and red window frames. There were small trees on the front garden. ''Welcome to my humble home.'' He announced. Y/N couldn't believe her eyes, ''It's like a museum.'' blurted out. ''Thank you.'' He seemed proud, there were paintings on the dark walls, every piece of furniture seemed like from a different world. ''It looks pretty good.'' Abigail said. They hanged their coats and walked to the kitchen. Hannibal put on a white apron, ''Who cooks with a white apron?'' she thought. He had a red shirt, a black tie and a black sweater. He was peeling a potato, everything he needed was on the grey kitchen counter. His kitchen mostly had the colour grey, there was a door which led to the back garden, at the corner there was a small brown table and two chairs. ''Have you thought about applying for schools?'' He asked to Abigail, ''My dad killed girls at all the schools I applied to.'' Abigail replied, she was standing and watching Hannibal cook like she used to do when their father cooking for them, Y/N wasn't wrong, Hannibal was becoimg a father figure for Abigail. ''Perhaps that can wait then.'' 

      Y/N was listening them while looking around, it was a big kitchen. ''You are not your father's daughter, not anymore. Don't forget that.'' Hannibal said looking at Abigail, she seemed tired. He offered something to make the pain and nightmares go away. ''Have you ever tried psilocybine?'' ''Mushrooms? That's what's in the tea?'' Abigail asked, there was a glass tea kettle on the counter, filled with mushrooms. ''Mushooms bring traumatic events back to the mind.'' Y/N protested, ''She knows her stuff.'' Hannibal was surprised to see a young wise woman. ''Which is why we need to supplement them. Positive associations, no more bad dreams Abigail.'' He looked determined, ''Do you want her to do drugs?!'' young woman asked in shock. ''I want her to do this drug. Of course I need your consent and with my supervision we can make this work. Do you trust me?'' He poured the tea into a white porcelain cup and gave it to Abigail. ''Psilocybine can have positive, even spiritual effects on patients. I want to give your power back.'' Abigail looked at Hannibal and then Y/N, ''You know what, what do we have to lose, try it.'' Y/N approved.

Abigail finished her tea, ''Are you sure about this?'' Y/N asked concerned. ''I used this treatment on my patients befor and it worked.'' Hannibal got back to cooking. ''Do you need help?'' Y/N asked, trying to be kind, they heard Abigail laugh, ''Y/N is a great cook. You are better than mom actually.'' she said smiling at them. Y/N could see that the mushrooms started to work. ''Oh really? An opera singer and also a chef. Miss Hobbs you surprise me every time.'' Hannibal looked amused. Y/N didn't like to brag but she was good at cooking. ''Abigail, when you taste the food compare it to you sister's cooking. I would like to know who is better.'' Hannibal said looking at Y/N while talking which made her blush, ''I will. Or maybe next time you guys sould have a cooking contest. I will be the judge and also Will and Alana and maybe Jack.'' Abigail said, she was talking fast, it made Y/N laugh. ''Honey, why did you say maybe to Jack Crawford?'' Y/N asked. Abigail came to hug her sister, Y/N was slightly taller than her so she put her head on her chest. ''Because he is mean to us. He thinks we are bad girls.'' Y/N played with her sister's hair. ''He is just doing his job, we can't blame him for that.'' 

''I don't feel so good.'' Abigail confessed looking up at Y/N, Hannibal rushed to see. They made her sit on a chair at the corner, ''That feeling will pass. Allow it to wash over you, through you. Let me be your guide.'' He knelt in front of her and so did Y/N. ''Should we lay her down for a while?'' Y/N turned to Hannibal, due to their position they were close. ''Yes. Let's take her to the living room.''         They put her on a long couch and came back to the kitchen, ''You are making breakfast for dinner?'' she saw eggs on bread and sausage on the pan. ''A chef in Spain called Muro, claimed he invented in 19th century. Taste is not only biochemical, it is also psychological. I'm cooking the same dish Abigail and her parents had.'' Y/N didn't know her family's last dish was this, she often tried not to think of them. ''You have different techniques Doctor.''

Later Y/N woke Abigail up and set the table, Hannibal told her to put 4 plates but they were 3. The knock on the door stopped the conversation. ''I will get that.'' Hannibal left, he looked displeased. It was Alana Bloom and she was pissed, they walked straight to the kitchen. Y/N heard little of their talk but obviously Abigail was Alana's patient and Hannibal didn't have any right to take her out without Alana's permission. Y/N left the dining room to see them and maybe calm them, when she was close to the kitchen she heard Hannibal say; ''I gave her a sedative. I only gave her a half valium but she may be a little hazy.'' ''Why is he lying?'' Y/N decided to walk back to the dining room.

''Hello girls!'' Alana greeted them and decided to stay for the dinner, ''Hannibal knew she’ll be the 4th plate. Smart.'' Y/N was sitting on his left side, Abigail and Alana were on his right side. ''Please, enjoy.'' Hannibal said and took a sip from his wine, ''I admit this is delicious.'' Y/N said after taking a bite. ''Thank you Y/N, I would love to try your food next time.'' Y/N wasn't sure if he smiled but it looked like a smile. Abigail started to stare at them, ''What is it Abigail?'' Hannibal asked calmly, her pupils were dilated and she was smiling, ''What do you see?'' he continued calmly.

''I see family.''

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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 and the best thing that happened to him all his life.

Genre; Romance, smut is here, mob, gangs, slow-burn,

Pairings; Tom Hiddleston x F!Reader

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Warnings; Oral sex, vaginal sex, wrap it before you tap it! SMUT! fingering. 

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Chapter Six

Tom out did himself with this, he found people inside to do it. Before he came to America, New York he heard that there is an old black woman who gives jazz concerts at her house on every Saturday, it was for free but donations were accepted and since the concert takes place at her house the audience numbers were limited but he got in. He always admired Harlem and its culture of jazz and he wanted to share it with his girlfriend. As you two were climbing the stairs to this woman’s apartment he was explaining the concert, ‘’ Every Sunday for more than a decade, rain or shine, with no vacations, a jazz concert has taken place in the parlor of Marjorie Eliot's home on what she calls the northern tip of Harlem. Her weekly free concerts in the living room of her apartment are legendary in Harlem and an institution for jazz lovers citywide.’’ The concert takes place between 3:30 PM and 6PM, he was so giddy and child like that you couldn’t help but smile. You loved jazz music but no one took you to a jazz concert before so you didn’t know what to wear and ended up wearing a yellow sundress and comfortable shoes, Tom also looked comfortable with his blue shirt and jeans. His hair was pushed back, he had black sunglasses, –he took them of when you guys entered the building- ‘’You said there were no tickets to pay?’’ climbing the stairs was tiring because there wasn’t any elevator in the building, ‘’Yes, it’s for free but donations are highly appreciated. I’m planning on writing a check.’’ He shortly explained guiding you to the brown door, his large hand was on the small of your back. Oh the things you wanted his hands to do to you.. ever since that passionate kiss your mind was in the gutter.

It was a small flat with colorful furniture, only 20 people were inside, it felt like you entered a friend’s house who promised to give you a show, so warm and welcoming. You smiled at everyone you met and talked, before the concert began a young man offered you drinks and you didn’t say no. Tom surprised you actually, you never thought that he would take you somewhere like this place, driving hours away from his penthouse etc. You noticed that he was silent usually and observing his environment which was a good thing but when he wasn’t looking at you or his focus was somewhere else, you saw a grim shadow in his ocean eyes, something wanted to come out but Tom was pushing it far behind. He still didn’t give a proper explanation about the phone call and the thing he said but for today you didn’t want to ruin the mood, he did something nice for you.

When the lady of the house came to give the concert you and Tom sat on the light green couch, you’re back was on his chest so you couldn’t see his face but his hand was playing with your soft hair, you were both relaxed on the comfortable couch.

This woman’s voice was divine, it made you experience your soul on a new level, it brought you to places… holy. Tom was enjoying himself too, ‘’Do you like it?’’ he whispered, ‘’I loved it.’’ You said and turned to give him a kiss, his lips met yours like a missing part of the puzzle, you could smell the ice cream you guys ate before coming here, you had to pull away before things got heated, you were in public. Tom kept playing with your hair, if you were not too caught up in the moment and that woman’s divine voice, you would have noticed Tom kissing your head or smelling your sweet shampoo.

After the marvelous show Tom didn’t forget to write a check, you were waiting for him outside of the building, it was 6:45 PM and the sun was setting slowly, printing the walls of the streets with the red and orange colors and you allowed yourself to breathe deeply, your eyes were shut and you sent a message to the universe, ‘’Thank you for today.’’ Lately you felt lucky, it wasn’t just because of Tom, you had a bestie who always backed you up, you got good tips from your job and you were saving money, things were looking up for you.. or were they?

Tom came with a smile on his lips, he put his glasses on, ‘’Tom, Thank you so much! It was an amazing concert.’’ You started to walk hand in hand, his car was a bit far away from the building, ‘’I hope I made things up for you love. Yes, the concert was perfectly splendid.’’ You were swaying your hands together as you were walking, you felt safe and loved. His presence filled you with joy. ‘’Wait.’’ He said, he pulled his hand away and looked at you, since there was a height difference you had to look up to meet his black sunglasses, he held your shoulders and pushed you to a near wall, you thought he was going to kiss you but he told you to stay put and he backed away few steps, knelt on one knee and took a picture of you, you could feel the setting sun’s warmth on your cheeks, ‘’You look divine under the sun my love.’’ He said and showed you the picture, he was right, you looked happy. ‘’T- thank you.’’

Tom was losing his reason that’s for sure, he wanted to slap his face hard. ‘’What am I doing?’’

While he was driving you were on the passenger seat looking cute and trying to decide on a song, what bothered Tom was that the same car kept following him for hours, it was a black Toyota RAV4, a regular car. First time he saw the car he didn’t think much of it but as you guys were leaving Harlem the same car was behind you. In his line of work Tom knew that this wasn’t a good sign so without letting you know anything he called one of his workers, a fine man named George.

‘’Hello George, are you close to my house?’’ before he called George he suggested that you could listen music on your air-pods, he told you that he had to make a business call and you would get bored, you did what he told you. When he was sure that you weren’t listening to him he told George that he was being followed. He gave the license plate, it was unfortunate that he couldn’t see the driver because of the setting sun. ‘’I will get back to you in a second Sir. In the mean while please choose crowded roads.’’

You noticed that something was off, Tom looked displeased and on edge, ‘’What’s wrong?’’ you asked innocently, in these moments he just felt this urge to hold you and never let go, he cleared his throat, ‘’Work problems as usual. Nothing to worry about.’’ He kept checking the mirrors of the car and you noticed it. ‘’What kind of a work problem?’’ you asked.

‘’Should we get dinner and go to my place?’’ Tom suggested so that you would stop asking, he grew tired of lying to you, ‘’I have work tomorrow and its getting late.’’ Your voice came out sad, ‘’I can drop you off to work love. We can watch a movie and relax, together.’’ He sounded tempting, you said yes because he was an interesting man to be around and you definitely wanted to see his penthouse again.

Until you reached to his house Tom was too.. how should I put it? Scared? Annoyed? You didn’t know if it was because of you or his work problems, I mean if he didn’t want you right now he would suggest that you should go home. It started to rain outside and you guys were on the living room of the first floor watching Addams Family and eating pizza. You loved the Addams family because they were a perfect family, since you didn’t get to have that you consoled yourself with movies like this. ‘’I love this scene.’’ You said, at the beginning of the movie Gomez Addams says ‘’Look at her, I would die for her, I would kill for her. Either way what bliss.’’

‘’So you like their relationship?’’ Tom asked raising an eyebrow, ‘’Yes, don’t laugh at me but I’ve always wanted a relationship like theirs. Passion and their respect for each other.. the idea of giving yourself to someone completely. Sorry-‘’ you blushed deep red, ‘’No, keep going. Please.’’ Tom encouraged you to speak, ‘’I want a soul mate, someone to share the rest of my life with and be buried side by side.’’ You spoke eyes fixed on the big TV. Tom gently touched your chin to make you look into those soft ocean eyes, without saying anything he leaned in for a kiss, just like in a romantic movie you heard a thunder and the rain got worse, hitting the tall windows. As the kiss got heated you slithered towards him and sat on his lap, his large hands went to rest on your thighs, he was unsure of what to do, he needed consent before moving forward and when he looked into your Y/E/C eyes all the promises he made to himself about you jumped out of a window, ‘’Do you want this my love?’’ he asked. ‘’Yes, Tom, God, yes!’’

You kissed him deeply, tasting each other intimately, he started to massage your ass cheeks and thighs, your body had a mind of its own and was dry-humping Tom’s crotch, you could feel yourself getting wet and his semi-hard cock. He attacked your chin and neck, biting kissing. ‘’Bed? Or here?’’ he asked between kisses. ‘’Take me to your bed.’’ It was your first time with Tom and remembered his huge mirror on the ceiling of his bedroom. He bolted to his feet and you were still on his lap, he climbed the stairs with a speed you’ve never seen before, it made you laugh.  He gently laid you on the bed and took off his shirt, his pale chest excited you, he helped you get rid of your sundress, thankfully you had dark red matching underwear. His blue eyes got wide when he saw you in your sexy panties, ‘’You look so beautiful darling.’’ He climbed on top of you, as you were kissing his thin lips your hands moved to his black belt and you managed to take it off, he pushed his pants down with his boxer, his cock was free and aching. Pre-cum made the pink tips look shiny, you wanted to taste him first, ‘’Can I-‘’ you never asked something like this before, he was standing at the edge of the bed looking at your body and his hand lazily jerking himself off, ‘’Can what darling? Use your words.’’ His attitude became more dominant and it sent shivers down your spine. ‘’I want to taste you.’’ You knelt on his bed, came to the edge of it, ‘’As you wish.’’

You first kissed the tip of his cock, teasing him with light kisses, little licks here and there, his chest was moving up and down rapidly, when you took him in your mouth the animalistic growl he gave you made you moan and you pulled out, later took him in fully, he was big and juicy. His hand came to your hair, harshly pulled and started move your head for you, before this he was imagining to fuck your pretty sassy mouth and finally he got what he wanted. Your vision was getting blurry, he never hurt you but he wasn’t gentle either. You didn’t forget to pay attention to his balls, Gods he was huge! You could feel the vein of his cock in your mouth, ‘’S-stop!’’ he said out of breath, you though you did something wrong, ‘’I want to feel you Y/N. Please, I- I can’t stand it.’’ He confessed, you get the feeling that just like you, he have been dreaming this moment to come. He knelt to give you a kiss and tasted himself in your mouth, his scent on your body almost made him cum, he growled to stop.

He removed your bra and panties and without losing a second started to suck your nipples and give you kisses, you knew that you would have bruises on your boobs the next day. His hand came to play with your wet cunt and clit, you whimpered under his magic touch, ‘’Fuck darling, you’re so wet for me. Do you want me to fill you to the brim? Do you want that?’’ while he was talking to you with his low husky voice he kept playing with your cunt, the wet sounds sent blood to your cheeks, you wanted him so bade it made you look stupid. ‘’Yes, please Tom.’’ He positioned himself between your delicious thighs and he teased your entrance with his cock, he didn’t care that he had no condom and you seemed fine with it, he slowly pushed himself into your sleek folds, making you shiver and scream a little because it had been a while since you had sex and Tom was huge. 

‘’Shh, it’s okay. I’m here.’’ He pushed a strand of hair out of your face to look into your eyes, ‘’Look at me Y/N. Watch me as I fill you up.’’

It was the sexiest scene you saw your entire life, he was slow at first, breaking you open, when he was fully in your legs were shaking with lust, he kissed you to calm you down and pulled out completely, and then pushed back in, by now you got used to it, ‘’Move harder Tom.’’ You said but he looked uncertain, ‘’Please.’’ You added.

He liked the way you begged, it was a dangerous thing because he started to like every small thing you do. His heart was pounding, cheeks red, a thin layer of sweat covering you both and the wet sounds filled the big room. You looked up to the ceiling mirror and the way his back muscles moved made your cunt shrink, Tom moaned into your ear when you did that.

He was so beautiful that it brought tears to your eyes, you were mesmerized by the way he moves on top of you, so rough yet not hurting, you could feel he was close because his movements were sloppy now, ‘’C – can I cum in you?’’ he asked because he wasn’t sure.

‘’Yes, Tom please. Please just fill me with your seed.’’ Tom couldn’t believe his ears to hearing you say stuff like that. It was enough for him to send him over the edge, he spilled his seed into your used cunt like there was no tomorrow. Tom didn’t pull out, he laid on top of you, you could feel his seed in you, hot and wet. Both of you were panting hard, you could feel his frantic heartbeat, Tom knew that you didn’t get to cum so he pulled out and used his fingers. You were about to say that it was okay, you could do it later but he shushed you by pressing his lips and his long fingers were in you. Soon you came undone, hot wave of ecstasy washing your body, he didn’t stop fingering you though, ‘’That’s it, keep it going love. I know you can.’’ With his fingers and his mouth on yours you came again.

When you fell asleep in his arms Tom was wide awake, thinking of what you guys did, was it a mistake? Should he break up with you and find your connection to his dad’s killer in different ways? He watched you sleep, you were an angle and he couldn’t bring himself to think that you had a part in his bloody business. He slowly left the bed and went downstairs to his office, his George called him to inform that the owner of that car who followed him today was a member of the Queens clan. Later he got a phone call, he wasn’t going to answer it because it was an unknown number but he thought that it could be work related.

‘’Hello?’’

‘’Hello Tom. Welcome to my city.’’ A rich tone of a woman’s voice came from the other side of the phone, ‘’I’m sorry, who is this?’’ Tom had a scotch in one hand, watching the city through the big window, it was dark and rainy, just like his home.

‘’We will meet soon, don’t worry about that. What you should worry about is that,’’ she stopped for a second maybe she wanted to choose her words carefully, ‘’If she gets hurt I’m paid to kill you, and I won’t hesitate.’’ Before Tom could reply she hung up the phone.

Chapter 7

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