#slasher x you
Hannibal Lecter x Reader
Requested by: @sourdrop
Request:Good morning/evening :) Could I request a Hannibal x reader fic where she is helping him make dinner one night & Hannibal confesses his feelings to her & reader is confused/ kinda shocked because no one has ever expressed any romantic interest in her before & also she’s had a huge crush on him for awhile & then maybe it ends with a sweet kiss tysm
Having dinner at Hannibal’s was something you worked into your daily routine.
It started off with him inviting you to an event of his, then he asked you to come over more and more frequently.
Monthly, weekly and soon almost it turned into a daily thing.
If it wasn’t for your workplace and responsibilities, you probably would have been over every day.
And just as those dinners grew closer, so did you to Dr Lecter.
He was charming, there was no denying that. Even a blind person could see that he was a work of art.
But you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself.
Every time you met someone new, you hoped, they would have some feelings for you. You desperately wanted someone to have as a partner and not just as a friend.
You had enough friends.
But, men worked differently.
They never wanted you, they never saw you more than just a friend or colleague. You were always alone, and each time a little piece in you died.
The piece that craved intimacy. Someone to share time with, someone to go home to and cuddle with.
Maybe that’s why you liked going over to Hannibal’s place.
You made yourself believe that it might be true, that this time might be different, that you finallyfound someone that wants to spend time with you, more than just a friend.
And each and every time you had to remind yourself not to let yourself believe these tales.
In your lifetime it never happened before, ever, so, why would this be any different?
And as time passed, you slowly started to see how silly you were. Each night when you left to go home, you laughed as your hope slithered away.
You smiled as you got into your car and you had to remind yourself that he saw you nothing more than a friend.
And so, you stopped having expectations. You stopped getting your hopes up.
“I was thinking, we should go and see a play, if you’d like.” Hannibal said as he put the dessert in front of you.
Another day, another dinner.
“Oh, I do you know you like opera?”
“I was thinking more of a… romantic play. I hoped you would come with me as a date.” he said with a small smile and you couldn’t help but stare.
Did you hear him correctly?
“A date?” you asked, placing your spoon down.
“Yes, call me bold but I think our chemistry is fantastic and I would like to take you out on a date.” you looked at him, waiting for someone to jump out from behind you, trying to find the hidden camera.
“Are-Are you joking?” you asked with a low voice.
“No, of course not. I would never play such cruel games with you.” he immediately said. “Is it that awful to think I would have such interests in you?”
“Wh-No… Hannibal, no I-I don’t know what to say. I was never…Men usually well, rather often actually, have no interest in me.
“Nonsense.” he chuckled. “They are blind not to see your beauty and intellect. Or possibly they were all blinded by your beauty too afraid to voice it.”
That made you laugh a little.
“I doubt that.”
“No doubt on my end. So, date?”
You smiled at him as he did at you.
“Okay, yes. I’d love to go on a date with you.”
“Wonderful, I’ll make sure that you will enjoy yourself. I will make you forget about al those silly little boys who were too afraid to even look at a stunning woman like you.”
You were sure he will.
Hannibal was a man of his words, you noticed that the moment you met him.
You were all giggly and happy for the upcoming days, waiting for your date, you even bought a new dress.
This was different. This date was very different, you knew that.
And just as he promised and eight in the evening, he appeared wearing a gorgeous suit, with flowers in his hands to whoo you.
He went all out and you couldn’t be happier for his confession.
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Wolf x Reader
Warnings: Mention of Smut
Words: 1580
Summary:You never fit in, not in school, not at work. You were sure something was wrong with you. When you moved to Colorado, you hoped things would change, and to a degree they did, but as you grew up, you were still not fitting in. You didn’t know what to do, until one evening when all hell broke loose.
Every time he arrived home from a hunt he was never sure what to expect.
After all, he forced you to go with him.
You were his. His mate and so, he intended to keep you safe. His clan took you in, but you never felt welcomed. How could you? You were so different after all.
You didn’t know anything about them. You didn’t speak their language, you didn’t know their culture.
But then, how did you get there?
You lived in a small village with your family. You lived a quiet life, you never spoke when you didn’t have to, you tried to avoid people as best as you could.
You never understood why couldn’t they just leave you alone, you didn’t want to go to parties, meetings, dates. You didn’t want to be social. You didn’t want a boyfriend or girlfriend. They always held parties, but you never went, you knew it was all for show, they didn’t like each other, you heard them talking about behind their backs.
You hated them.
Then you heard stories, people starting to disappear or die in brutal and gruesome ways.
The little calm town was shaken. People ran away, hoping to find a place to live peacefully once again.
Then you saw them.
Like parasites. Black things. Multiple of them.
But there was this other thing, it walked on two legs, had armour on and made a clicking sound. It was hunting those things, that was clear.
Then you heard about the bomb they wanted to drop.
But you didn’t run. Why would you? To restart your pathetic life? No, you decided you’ll go out and at least kill one of those things before this whole town is dust.
And you did, you killed two. Two smaller ones but still, two.
They had acidic blood, that you quickly learned when one sprayed a car and the car almost fully dissolve.
Then you arrived at the industrial site in hopes to kill more, but you walked into a scene you shouldn’t have.
It was the hunter and one of those black aliens, but this one was different. It was bigger and somehow it looked like the hunter in a way.
You took a deep breath before you started firing the gun you found by a dead cop.
It was like it didn’t even hurt the huge thing, as it started to attack you but the hunter stopped it from getting you.
The two of you killed the thing before the bobs dropped and he gave you a ride before your inevitable death.
You studied this hunter.
One of his mandibles missing, and his head scared, he looked like someone who has been splashed with acid. You assumed from those creatures.
But instead of taking you to another city, he took you with himself, back to his home.
And you have been living there, for who knows how long.
You quickly learned that the Predator who saved you was going to keep you. At first you thought you will be his pet, or slave. But no, you were surprised whenever he treated you with respect.
He often went on hunts, whenever his machine beeped you knew he would leave.
Whenever he was injured, his spirit never broke.
He only stayed in bed a day before he returned to his usual things like training.
You wished he would have stayed low a bit more. To fully recover, but you suspect his species did heal a lot quicker.
He was so different form you.
And yes, you knew it was a guy or rather a man. He often made you take baths with him. You have seen it.
Now, when someone asked you what you wanted to be when you grew up, the mate of an alien species was not the first thing that came to your mind.
But you weren’t complaining.
He took good care of you. Fed you food you liked, kept you warm at nights and never hurt you.
You never left the comfort of his home. Ever. You knew better than to go out on a planet you didn’t know. You only looked at the others from the place he usually put his ship at.
You never intervened, stayed low and quiet. Only spoke to him but you had your doubts he understood. What he understands was your body language. He read that amazingly. He knew what you needed and when. He knew before you did when you were hungry, tired.
For being such a brutal hunter, he was really kind to you.
He always held you close, he didn’t like when you were further from him, he liked to touch your skin, you assumed because it was so soft compared to his kind.
Strangely, you were never afraid of him, not back on Earth not here. He never gave you a reason to.
Yes, being on an alien planet was scary, but there was something about him something that calmed you, made you feel safe and secure.
Like you were in the warmest, calmest place.
And you loved it.
You loved him.
It took you a long time to realize, at first you were weirded out by it. Thinking how could you love an alien? How? And why?
And soon, your answer to that question became Why not? How could you not?
He was better to you than the entire human race ever.
Not even your own parents made you feel this… loved.
How could you be in love with a being you didn’t even understand?
You understood his behaviour. It took you time, but you learned everything about him. You learned his schedule, what he liked and what he didn’t.
You learned that there were certain Predators he preferred to spend time with. There was one he hid you from. Every time the other male came over, your mate made sure you were in a different room.
He didn’t hide you from others though. You were free to roam.
You learned that although they were smarter than humans, they were also really simple. At least your mate was.
You named him Wolf, since he preferred to be alone and away from the others, a lone wolf.
Your lone wolf.
You also learned how his kind took women by their side. There were couples, if you can call them that, who only had physical relationship and then there were the mates. Couples who stayed together and had offsprings.
You weren’t even sure if your DNA was compatible with his. But you would have gotten pregnant right?
You did have sex with him before.
Many times.
Especially after his hunts.
It was like a price for him. Arriving home with a new head, skulls and other things. He often gave you small gifts, you assumed they were to prove that he was a worthy male.
You always smiled and accepted his gifts, they were usually necklaces made of bones. Bones of who knows what.
But they were a sign of his affection.
Who would think a brutal creature could be affectionate? Well, affectionate in his own way.
You liked his gifts, it always made you realize that it was something he made, not bought.
One late evening you laid in bed. Their seasons were different but you got used to them. What you called winter was only a month or so, but it was usually extremely cold. You have seen a couple of them freeze to death. Thankfully, you had big warm furs to keep you warm and comfortable.
The only thing you were missing was Wolf.
Besides him missing you were completely fine. He went out earlier that day, wearing a big coat, you assumed for meat, since your stack was lacking a bit.
But he was yet to arrive back and you missed him.
Sure, he was often gone for days, weeks even, but the cold made you realize just how much you were relying on him.
You fell asleep and only woke up when you were cold, you noticed the fur moved off of you in your sleep, so you adjusted yourself on the bed and just as you were about to fall asleep again, you heard the familiar noise of a door opening and closing, clicking sounds erupted the place and you slowly sat up to see Wolf entering with meat in his hands, he put those into the cooling machine.
“Welcome back,” you said as you pulled the fur further up on your chest to keep you warm. He only clicked before he took off his armour and joined you in bed.
He pulled you close before the usual comfortable silence took over.
“I missed you.” You told him. You were never fully sure if he understood you or not, sometimes you were confident he did, but other times you were sure he had no clue.
It was strange.
But just as you said that he pulled you closer, you put your head on his chest and your arm over his stomach.
He was a lot bigger than you, during these times you were glad. He was warm, inviting and kind.
You soon fell asleep.
This was your life now, a mate to a yautja.
A/N:I’m only testing the waters with this one. Let me know if you liked it and I’ll post some more, I already have one in the making for Scar.
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▫ 「Painful Heat// Thomas Hewitt x Reader」Summary:Instead of doing his chores, butchering humans, Thomas had made the decision to be selfish for once and do some self pleasure.
A/N- here a little slasher drabble of mine!
Gender: Gender Neutral
Warnings: Masturbation, NSFW, and nasty thoughts
Word Count:236
The Texan heat only made Thomas feel hotter; his pants tightening as arousing images of his S/O came to his mind. His breath quivered as he visualized your naked body lying beneath him, begging for him to touch you—god did that make his cock pulsate even more. He slams the bloody butcher knife against the wooden table and slowly guides his hand down to his cloth member, quickly unbuckling his pants. All he could think as he groped his erection was your melodious and alluring moans as he roughly pounded into you. He releases shakey moan from his parted lips as he gives his cock a slow but eager stroke. He had no clue how his thoughts turned from his work to lewd images of you—was it because of you being a tease earlier? reaching below the dinner table and palming his cloth dick.
He hisses as he caresses his dick faster, visualizing as if it were your wet and gummy walls wrapped around him. Don’t even mention your voice, it was addictive to him. It made him even more aroused.
“That’s it Tommy, right there~”
“Such a good boy~”
“You always know how to make me feel so good, Tommy–Ah~”
With each stroke of his calloused hand, it only brought him closer to his release. His back arches and his hips buck, he then shoots his semen into his hand and onto the floor.
